Sex Contract

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.