Page 116 of The Wedding

“That’s why I trust you, Mistress.” Jamie dared to turn her head and intercept the next kiss. “You know exactly when to press forward or back off. I would never marry someone I didn’t trust with both my body and my heart.”

“I want both like you don’t believe. Even when I’m going at your body with every force in mine, it’s because I’m trying to reach your heart so you know how much I love you.”

“However you want to express it, ma’am.”

“Only if you want it. I’ll only take you to those places if you want me to.”

“I do,” Jamie whispered. “Please, ma’am, make use of my body as you will. I’m all yours. Know every inch of my body before you marry me, and I’ll know your soul.”

Etta forced her down, hands tearing at her dress while her mouth clamped down so hard on Jamie’s flesh that she moaned into the rug that slid beneath their movements.

“You are mine, aren’t you?” Tear. Thrash. Rip. Jamie didn’t need these clothes, did she? But it was telling that Etta wouldn’t completely remove the torn dress from her body, leaving her to squirm in nothing but her lingerie. She liked the look of torn fabric. It was a sign that Jamie belonged to someone. To Etta, and her strength that made her do such things. “I want the whole world to know. It’s not enough to take pictureswith you and show you off when we get married. No. I need to make them see how I own you, and how you own me in turn. They must know what kind of person you turn me into.”

She stepped back, pulling Jamie up with her and hauling her over to the window. How many times had Jamie stood in front of these windows… during the day, the night? It wasn’t unusual for her to stand in her PJs on a sunny morning, eating a bagel with cream cheese and taking in the sights of a busy commercial district going about its day. Just like it wasn’t unusual for her to admire the hustle and bustle of night, even at two in the morning. There were always lights on in windows. Cars going by far below. Planes in the sky. This wall of floor-to-ceiling windows was Jamie’s way to watch the world go by with the greatest view possible.

Now she was pressed against it, and if these windows weren’t tinted, anyone with an angle to see in would have the sight of their life.

Jamie shrieked to feel Etta pull up her skirt and feel how wet she was already. The shriek wasn’t loud enough to even echo in the room, but it made her shock clear.She’s going to do it. She’s going to fuck me against this window.A thrill like that didn’t often happen to Jamie. Oh, sure, Etta fucked her in a multitude of locations, but nothing like this. She liked to keep things private. Behind closed doors… and curtained windows.

Even though nobody could see them, it didn’t mean the fantasy wasn’t there. Jamie pretended that people could see them. That the office drones stuck in the office on a Friday night could look across the street and see her getting fingered by her hot fiancée with breasts pushed against the window.

She thought all this before Etta even had the chance to make that fantasy come true.

The sex was a frenzy. No chance to talk or change positions, because it took both of their concentrations to make this moment happen. Jamie lifted one leg so Etta could go deeper, and Etta used all her strength to move her up and make Jamie feel completely owned as a hand impaled her againsttheir penthouse window.

Ourpenthouse. They weren’t even married yet, but it was becoming easier for Jamie to think of things that way.Ourpenthouse.Ourwindow. She gasped, she whined, she clawed at the window as her body responded more readily as the seconds went by. This was as much about the burning need growing between them as it was about Etta making an example out of her to the world.

“This is what happens when you cavort with me. I’m a fucking billionaire. I get to have whatever I want. If I decide I want you? I will have you.”That message was made loud and clear to Jamie the moment Etta sat her down for their first meeting.“I want to fuck you, Jamie Joy. I want to show you a universe where you don’t have to worry about anything. Where all you feel is pleasure tinged with delightful pain.”

Like when Etta smacked her ass the moment those fingers thrust into her.

“Oh!” Jamie cried, slapping her hand against the window. “Yes!”

“Yes?” Etta stopped her thrusts, holding her fingers inside Jamie as she growled into her ear. “This is what you want?”

“Yes!”

“What kind of woman does that make you, Jamie?”

She could barely speak. “Yours, Mistress.”

“And this?” Etta moved, slowly, torturing Jamie with the length of her fingers.I’m so wet, yet it takes so much more effort in this position.“Is this mine, my flower?”

“Fuck yes, it is…”

“Good. I can do anything to you I want, right?”

Etta had shoved her fingers all the way back in, filling Jamie’s every crevice and making her feel like the most owned woman in the world. “Yes, Mistress. Use me!”

Jamie thought she was entering the most twisted level ofparadise ever. There was pleasure. There was love. Then there was this bastardization of both that Etta insisted on them experiencing. Not that Jamie would stop her. In fact, as she thrust into her again, harder than ever, she completely gave herself over, her body undulating in orgasm as her breasts rubbed against the glass and her clit felt the cool air of the room stroke her.

Her orgasm had barely begun, however, when Etta pulled out and pulled her away from the window. Not too far, though. Jamie’s head spun in delayed pleasure as she was pushed onto her knees and had her head pulled back, so she looked up into Etta’s solemn visage.

Processing the next twenty seconds was something that would not completely happen until later. Jamie’s body continued to quiver as Etta lorded over her, crazed eyes searching for meaning in Jamie’s face and body.

It wasn’t until later that she realized she moaned the entire time. Like she was climaxing, let alone in time to Etta touching herself.Does she even know she’s ripping apart her pants right now?Jamie remained kneeling in her torn dress, her breasts hanging out, her hair disheveled on her shoulders and arms, her skirt pulled up to her waist and showing how bare she was.

This is what I want.What a strange thing to think as her Mistress looked at her withthatin her eyes.