He laughed and put his arm around my shoulders as if we were a couple. I hated how his laugh rained on me. Also liked it. "I'll follow your will," he promised.

That was a challenge, but I didn't want to accept it. Instead, I said "thanks." I hesitantly wrapped my arm around his waist and felt his rock-hard body. I'd never touched him so intimately before. He was already nose-deep in my pussy, but I hadn't done anything to him.

The fire he stoked in the Italian restaurant flared up again, and I had to swallow my dry tongue and reconsider.

I wanted to sucking his scrotum. I wanted to suck it,.

The lean, well-built body next to me moved with barely-controlled energy, like a dancer or martial artist.

I moistened my lips .

"Elegance. "He said, "Nothing showy."

He was talking about my wedding dress. I sigh. I've always wanted a big tulle skirt.

Luke King released go of my shoulders and walked away.

Luke King stared at me for a bit, then motioned to the sales assistant. "Both. Bring a wedding dress and telenova."

The assistant murmured, "I don't believe we have telenova gowns."

"Whatever is nearest," King instructed.

"Thanks," I murmured, embarrassed.

I couldn't interpret his statement since the sales assistant returned with two clothes. I accepted them, thanked him, and headed for the dressing rooms.

Luke King walked into my dressing room,.

"Pardon?" As he entered, I remarked. There was space for two ladies. Luke King took up more room than his physique allowed.

I gripped my Telenova dress and stared.

He shrugged. "I thought you may need some help," he replied, as if his gaze weren't wandering over my body and the armload of tulle I held.

His aftershave and manly aroma captivated my nose. Last time we were in this position, he had his hands on my breasts just five minutes of our first encounter. I fought down the abrupt remembrance.

I knew from his green eyes that he was also remembering. Lips licked slowly.

I threw the dress at him. I said, "Here,"

Every inch of flesh he showed fed the fire. His breath rasped and his body tensed like a bow.

My blouse and pants fell off as I gasped for oxygen. Never felt so vulnerable. In my bra and pants, I felt like he was examining my bones.

He stood motionless as my pulse quickened and my lips parted.

He said, "Raise your arms."

I obeyed by licking my lips. He slipped my wedding gown over my head and guided my arms into the off-the-shoulder sleeves. His fingers were little rough, and they ruffled my nerves as they touched my arms.

He took the tight fabric from my face.

He said, "Turn."

Then I heard the zipper hiss as he carefully pushed up the dress.

As the dress's bodice tightened, I realized it was too tiny. "Er, I need a bigger size?"

"No," he answered thickly. "No, you don't,"

The tight bodice left me unable to breathe. His warm hands twisted me around.

He said, "Open your eyes."

"You're fantastic."

He stepped out of my path as I pointed to the door. I climbed the platform. First, I looked in the mirror.

Well... It wasn't a Telenova gown, but I instantly understood why the assistant laughed.

White, fluffy fabric swaddled me. My chest was lost in the frenzy of flowers and sparkle. My tiny shoulders couldn't support the neckline, and my boyish figure was lost in the enormous skirts. I looked like a youngster in her mom's wedding dress. Not womanly enough.

Not a surprise. I looked like a small girl, and never more so than when my life was slipping away.

I looked terrible in my fantasy dress.

I swallowed my emotions and ran back to the changing room with the skirt.

Luke scowled. "What's wrong?" he inquired. My disappointment must have been visible.

I shrugged bravely. I agreed. "I should go classy."

, I shut the door and massaged my eyes while he stood there.

He said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I" I sputtered.

"I thought this outfit was wonderful. Nope. I want to appear like a princess in one, but..." I sighed. "Whatever. It's meaningless."

He paused. He answered, "I understand." "Could it be changed?""

"It's irrelevant." I twisted to reach the zipper.

He responded, "You've desired that outfit since you were a child."

I chuckled. "I'm not a young girl anymore, even though I appear like one."

He stretched his hands and thought. "The distance between dream and reality deepens with time,"

I responded, "Whatever." Tears blinding my eyes, I turned aside and unbuttoned the garment. I didn't want his fancy clothing.

His warm hands touched my shoulder. Some pitiful urge prevented me from ignoring him. Everything sucked. I wanted it fixed. Why wasn't I shopping with mom and Odelia? Why wasn't I marrying my boyfriend? How come?

My shoulder was squeezed. I sensed him withdrawing.

I took his hand.

I didn't know what to do with it when I caught it, so I remained there.

Luke hesitantly followed me. Then his fingers tightened, reigniting our electric charge.

"You look wonderful in white," he muttered, then pulled his hand away and began unraveling the dress, unhooking the fastenings, and tortuously pulling down the zipper. My back was slowly exposed, and he kissed every inch.

I was aroused. My legs went wobbly and I placed my hands on the wall to steady myself. His gentle, warm lips tugged feelings from my skin I didn't know existed, and I bit my lip.

I said, "Oh."

He withdrew.

"Joyce? "

I urged him, "Don't stop."

"What?"

I'd heard an edge in his voice when he'd trapped me in his office and made me come.

I said, "Keep kissing me."

"You can't make demands," he replied. Then he grabbed my neck and dragged me away from the wall.

This was a hazardous game, but I didn't care. I loved his lessons. His hard palm held me up as I sank against him.

He said, "Spread your legs." His breath drove goosebumps up my neck and scalp, and I obeyed without thinking. I widened my posture by walking outwards.

His palm grasped my hair, not cruelly but firmly. He controlled me.

"Why?" I asked, gasping.

He responded, "He pushed, flipping me and bending my waist.

I gasped and stretched out my hands to avoid falling with the unexpected shift. The rough carpet burnt my palms and I snarled, but I had no time to focus on that since he was grabbing layers of skirts and tugging them up over my back, exposing my ass.

His scalding fingers snuck up behind the elastic in my slacks. My swollen lips were soothed as he removed the crotch from my mouth. I squeaked as he let it strike my cunt.

"No pantyhose. Ever."

I answered, "No." "Never."

He responded, "Good." His hand withdrew, My hamstrings felt fantastic and terrible, and knowing I was at his mercy made my knees weak.

I heard a click, and he pulled my pant crotch away again. The cloth broke with pressure and tugging.

My pants were cut.

He purred, "Much better." I gasped as a fingertip separated my pussy lips. My breasts hung heavy and my legs ached, but I just focused on him.

He eased me in. I felt the flesh twitch and contract at his touch, eager and alive, but he simply caressed me tenderly and flicked my clit, and my hunger grew. My cunt bled, and I felt empty.

I tried to grasp his finger while whimpering, but he wouldn't let me.

He responded, "Tell me, Joyce." In the dressing room's quiet, he shouted.

"Please," I moaned breathlessly. "Inside me"

He rubbed my pussy again, appreciating how I quivered for him.

He whispered, "No." "No"

"You humiliated me at a restaurant. My throat hurt. What differentiated this place?" I tried to drive him inside by pushing my hips back, but he teased me.

"Why won't you f**k me?" Whispered. My voice was too plaintive.

"You misread." He grunted. "I'll fuck you, but not here," he whispered, putting his finger in my slippery canal.

One by one, my pussy invaded his each finger, covering it in my fluids. He retreated and lathered my tight, puckered entrance each time.

He said, "Are you a virgin?Has anybody other taken this cute ass?

My ass and pussy trembled as his fingers left.

I gasped at the harsh, stinging feeling on my face and lips.

Before I could answer, he paddled me again and I wailed.

"Reply."

Another swat echoes in the dressing room. The shopkeeper definitely heard it.

"Answer me. Has another guy fucked your ass?" Another harsh swat, and I wept while saying the words.

"Ah! No!"

"Good," he murmured, and I heard his pants unzipping slowly.

I wish I could say I did what I did next to save my dignity, but I really wanted him to feel as embarrassed and unable to resist our chemistry as I was.

I stood up and let my skirt fall about my legs. I got a quick glimpse of his face and dove for his cock with my lips wide open.

I surprised him. I gripped his hips as he staggered against the wall. I escaped his grasp on my hair.

In one fluid motion, his cock was in my mouth-large and hot, with the taste of sweet precum dripping onto my tongue and the smell of sweat and man going straight to my head-and I sucked it slowly.

His hips buckled, and I sucked his cock, enjoying his wildness. He fucked my mouth once, twice, then again. I just needed the courage to grab him.

I wanted him not like a man might want a woman he sees on the street. My pussy hurt as I squeezed his cock to milk his orgasm out of him. Above me, he grunted and tangled my hair. "Joyce," he hissed, and I cupped his balls in my other hand.

I wanted to tell him to come in, but that would have meant letting him go. His power, wealth, and self-control were nothing against my mouth on his hard shaft. Since we met, he'd tried to dominate me emotionally, financially, physically, legally, and sexually, but I wouldn't give in.

I moaned around the heavy shaft, swirling my tongue over the soft head as I withdrew, and he groan loudly. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and gently pulled on his sack.

"Jesus!" His voice wasn't the smooth, controlled purr I was used to, and it infuriated me. I wanted him to cum so hard he screamed, like me. I wanted to swallow his penis to prove I'd beaten him this time. He was powerless. He'd live knowing I'd milked him dry and he'd been helpless.

I jerked my head and tightened my grip on his shaft, consuming him as I squeezed and released, my tongue curling around his cock. He answered my small, insistent, rhythmic whimpers with his own.

His balls bounced and surged in my hand, and his body jerked. After a wordless cry, he poured hot cum into my mouth and down my throat.

Cum never tasted so sweet to me. Victory was sweet.

I sucked more and more as his hips jerked and he moaned as I wrung him dry.

Finished! He dropped his hands, releasing my hair. Unsatisfied, but I didn't mind for once. I'd finally beaten Luke King and taken control of my fate.

I retreated, licked his cock one last time, and smiled. I cleaned my face and smiled as I watched the thick rod pulse with his heartbeat.

I rubbed his thigh, admiring the muscles.

I grimaced.

Shaking under my hand. I glared at him, frowning.

His expression froze my heart.

He looked at me blankly. His green eyes were lowered, and his full mouth was parted, but not in pleasure. He looked devastated and panting.

I grabbed his hand.

"Luke?" Whispered. First time I used his name.

He jerked awake and focused on my face.

He said, "Don't." "Don't repeat."

I stepped back as he shook his head.

"I..." I froze. I wasn't meaning-

He exited the dressing room and turned.

I stood alone inside, feeling adrift. I just wanted to make him pay. I traumaticized him.

Whoa!

As I removed the wedding dress, my fingers shook. I didn't bother to hang it up again, just left it on the floor as I stuffed myself back into my clothes and hurried into the boutique, regret and anger warring in my chest, though why or at whom I was angry was a mystery.

I left the store because Luke wasn't there. Cole was waiting to let me into the car, which was a relief. I climbed in after he opened the door.

My fiance sat still and watched passing automobiles.

I mumbled. "Sorry, Luke, I...didn't know..."

He glared at me.

I found his ambiguous indifference scarier than fury.

He said, "We're heading to your place."

"You'll buy supplies. Another outfit. Medications. Whatever."

"What?"

" We'll marry in England."

I stuttering. I assumed we'd get married here. Were friends and relatives invited?

My brain babbled. That terrible.

"I want to marry you," he said. "I have a strip penthouse with no wait."

I watched as he drove off. "Right?"

He didn't speak. The uncaring mask he wore at our initial encounter returned, and I understood I had seen the guy behind a skillfully crafted veneer. I broke his barriers, and he reclaimed control.

I could reach him, he was human. I licked my lips as my concerns faded.

I replied "OK."

Luke's plane landed in England as the sun set. He moved to the front of the plane, telling me it was bad luck to see me before the wedding. I believed he was still healing from whatever shook him in the dressing room. I gave him room for whatever reason. I kept our wedding a secret at his insistence.

Two different vehicles greeted us at the airport, and when we got at the church he'd selected, I was ushered into a dressing room by strangers.

Inside hung a bridal dress and corset.

The corset was unique. The upper part was missing. A pair of lace underwear, a white lace garter belt, and white stockings were on a chair in the corner. Two white satin pumps with the tallest heels I'd ever seen were on the floor.

I removed the corset and attempted to put it on.

I was still examining it a few minutes later when the doorbell rang. I withdrew to the far side of the room, behind a screen, and hid, only popping my head out. "Enter"

Luke enters.

I gasped.

His black hair spilled over his collar, and his gray ascot complemented his emerald eyes. I couldn't recognize the flower tucked inside his gray waistcoat pocket.

I briefly felt thrilled about marrying him. Given my history, getting married was a major deal.

"Seeing the bride before the wedding is bad luck," I said.

"It would be bad luck if I missed the wedding," he said. Whatever he intended, I shivered. I glared at him as he walked across the room. He pulled out the pantyhose, garter belt, and stockings. He said, "Put them on."

I didn't hide my exposed breasts and firm nipples. I gave him the corset behind the screen.

Only his eyes engulfed me. "Turn," he said. He hoisted my arms and tightened the corset so tightly I saw black dots. He reduced my waist by four inches. I stood tall, breasts outstretched. When I turned around, his fingers twitched as though he wanted to grab me.

He ordered, "Sit."

I sat down on shaky legs. He approached with a pocketful.

He grasped it between thumb and forefinger. It glistened under the dying sun.

He questioned, "What's this?"

He pulled another item from his pocket. IPod-like.

Vibrator.

As he kneeled, my mouth dried up. He put his palm over my sore breasts and pulled me back into the chair's cushions. He spread my knees and pulled my pant waistline. He hesitated just before inserting the bullet.

He looked at me. His emerald eyes shone in the window light.

"Listen closely." He took a big breath and spoke quickly and clearly:

"No"

I knew there were safewords, but I never could have said no when he touched me. I was stunned.

I saw his vibrator. Could I refuse?

He again attracted my sight.

He waited for me to tell him to go. When I didn't, he softly vibrated my clit and replaced the lace panties. I was soaked with anticipation.

"I thought you wanted me to stop wearing pants," I said.

Finally, he smiled. He said, "Just this once." "Removing them is fun."

With soft, kind hands, he clothed me. He put a flower behind my ear but didn't touch my hair.

I hid as Luke stood before a church altar. Someone handed me a bouquet of gray-purple flowers, and the wedding march started. The vibrator started buzzing after three steps.

I stumbled but recovered. I approached the altar with confidence.

Luke smiled at me and I smiled back.

Ceremony zipped by. Luke increased the force with each reaction I gave, and the egg in my pussy moist lips higher. The corset stopped my breathing.

"Kiss the bride."

Luke King moved to me and held my head in one warm hand as the bullet in my clit accelerated. "Come for me," I did. As we kissed before the officiant, he smothered my shrieks.

His tongue pushed into my lips possessively as I melted into his arms. He prevented me from falling, and my hips twitched and arched into him. His erection pushed my mound, intensifying my orgasm. My hands drove into his coat and he brushed his tongue across mine as I climaxed in his arms.

Finally, he retreated, his expression furious and happy.

He said, "You're mine." I relaxed when the leg vibrator stopped. Then it sped up again as we went back down the aisle, and my knees started to wet as I yelled out in shame and delight. I would have fallen without his sturdy arm.

When I thought he was done hurting me, he reached inside his pocket and shook me again. I

Luke King wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to his limo.