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“Whatever you say.”

“Promise you’ll be my whore, Rose.”

“I promise.”

“Now and forever, flower.”

“Now and forever.”

These feel more like vows than the promises we made in church, and I realize that in some strange, fucked-up way, Ian is making his own vows to me. This is what he’s offering me. This is what he’s giving me.

Our marriage will not be romantic, but he will keep me safe. I will not be saved from humiliation, but he will be the one administering the embarrassment. I won’t be able to roam the world freely, but he’ll set limits as to where I can go, and he’ll respect those limits.

He thrusts his cock into me, and that’s all I need.

I cry out, grabbing his shoulders, and I bring my lips to his in a harsh, deep kiss. He kisses me back, quickly overtaking my lead, and he slides his tongue into my mouth as he raises his hips. He offers even more of his cock to me, thrusting deeply until my whole body feels it, and then I come.

Ian’s dick starts to pulse at the same time my orgasm washes over me. His fingernails dig into my shoulders as I keep kissing him over and over and over. He kisses me back as he’s coming, and it’s both the hottest and sweetest moment of my fucking life.

Then, just as we’re finishing, the limo pulls to a stop in front of the mansion.

I climb away from Ian and realize that I don’t have a towel or anything to clean myself up with. I don’t even have panties because he told me not to wear them! What am I supposed to do now?

Ian realizes my dilemma, but instead of offering to help, he just laughs.

“It’s time for the party, love,” he smiles and grabs me, pulling me back for a kiss. When he pushes me away, his eyes are icy and dark. “I hope you love feeling my cum dripping out of you all night, you little slut.”

Then he reaches for the door and opens it.

It’s time for our party.

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Ido.

Two little words.