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    Miles pulls over, and my heart pounds harder. The wrong turn he took was towards a kink shop where he wanted to buy a cor for me.


    That''s a hint... that probably this day will end with a cor ceremony. Or maybe start? It''s funny to think about, but I shopped for a cor in my wedding dress. When he first introduced me to this ce, I wasn''t much into coring. But something changed. Now I want to belong to him. In every way I can.


    He opens the door for me and I take his hand to get out of the car.


    "Don''t I need to change?" I ask as we pass the lockers.


    "Deal was to fuck in the wedding dress," he says matter o factly.


    I giggle as we stroll past the receptionist. It''s not veryte. Hence, there aren''t many club members around.


    “Is this some role y, or you really got married?" a voice asks as a Dom walks towards us.


    "Just married." Miles smirks and The Dom''s grin widens.


    "Congrattions." He nces me up and adds, "I was about to leave. But you if you two are going to perform. I will


    stay."


    A shiver passes my spine at the thought of exhibition and a strange nervousness creeps in my stomach. Miles slips his arm around my waist and mutters in my ear, "What do you say, Love?"


    My nipples poke at the thought. Thank Goodness this dress has heavy padding. It would be super embarrassing. The idea sounds exciting, but I am not sure.


    "Can I talk to you in private?"


    Miles gives me a slight nod, smiling and tells the Dom, "We cannot promise anything."


    Then he takes me towards the private rooms as my heart beats faster. I am a little confused.. I am clearly hot and bothered at the thought of ying in front of others, but a part of me doesn''t want to let go.


    "What have you nned, Miles?" I ask as he closes the door.


    I turn towards him, and he holds my face in his palms. "You can always back off. You are notplete submissive and I am fucking fine with that, you know that part, right?" Miles says to me.


    I nod, chewing my lips.


    "If you want to be informed, I have arranged this-"


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    "Dont!" I cut him in middle and he raises a brow.


    I shake my head. "Don''t tell me. I trust you." Miles knows me. Even though we didn''te here much, we still had some discussions. Anything he decides wouldn''t be aplete surprise for me.


    Yes, I am anxious. But I want to y. I want to feel the suspense. And it''s no secret that I get off when he uses me.


    "Do whatever you want."


    I breathe out and in mere seconds, his mouthes crashing down on me. He grabs my wrists behind my back hard and he kisses me hard. It''s so overwhelming I cannot breathe. Every hair on my body is raised. He pushes me down the door. I groan as he grinds his crotch against my core.


    I am instantly swooned by the tide of desire he is showing me right now.


    We lived together for the past few months. We fucked almost every evening. So why does this kiss feel like the first one? Is it because he is my husband now? I smile against his lips as the thought crosses my mind. My provider and my protector. I kiss him back with equal ferocity as I tug my hands free to pull his jacket off his shoulder.


    He holds the hem of my dress and growls in anger when the thick fabric refuses to bulge.


    "You sneaky little Brat. You knew it would be hard to fuck you in this dress."


    I giggle, and he turns me against the door and tears the dress open with sheer force.


    "My dress, Miles!" I say in protest.


    "Shut the fuck up," he says, and I press my face on the cold door.


    I am wearing acy thong. There is something primal about being half naked in front of him in torn clothes.


    I hear some rustling of the clothes while I wait at his whim. From the corner of my eyes I can see him remove his jacket. A shiver passes my spine when he takes his belt out to whip me.


    I gasp as he hits me a little too hard, leaving a stinging pain behind.


    "Do you know what are my ns for the day?"


    "What?" I ask, ncing back. He has wrapped the belt around his fist. He has


    rolled up his sleeves too. Showing me his sinful forearms.


    "I will hunt you." He whips me harder this time.


    Ouch.


    "What?" I blink as I try to process. One more belt and the pain shoots across my thighs. I guess three hits at the same spot hurts.


    "I will hunt you while you run." He


    growls in my ear as the hard ridge of


    his cock bestles against my hips.


    Dest


    arch back as his words send a flush


    of desire through me. His arm


    snakes across my stomach and creeps towards my neck.


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    I breathe heavily.


    "Wow. Here?" I ask.


    He chuckles with no answer. His grip tightens on my neck as he bites softly at my


    neck.


    "Miles-" I squirm, getting wetter by each passing second. Arousal pools between my legs, and I push him backwards.


    He stumbles backwards, and I take a run.


    Milesughs darkly as I open the door and run outside the room.


    I cannot hold my smile while running for my life. I throw a nce back. Miles


    strolls out of the room and is in no hurry.


    A few startled club-members look at me and then at him.


    "All good?” A girl asks me.


    I nod and rush towards a yroom to hide. The door closes with a loud click. I blink to adjust my eyes to the dimly lit room. The walls are draped in velvet with all sorts of toys and paddles on disy. I crawl behind some furniture, huffing. Anticipation of Miles looking for me and the thrill of wanting him to grab and take me is raw.


    "Lacy thongs are no good," I mutter to myself as I shift ufortably. My cheeks burn as I realize the state of my half torn lower dress. So many people saw me.


    Enjoy the present moment. I tell myself. My heart is beating like a drum as I hear the door open and shrink in my spot to hide myself better.


    Soft music trickles from unseen speakers, the rhythmic beats filling the space, matching the quickening pace of my pulse. I can see his feet as he strolls around the room. A bead of sweat forms on my O forehead as I be more awake of my surroundings. The scent of leather and incense mingles in the air, filling my nostrils with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.


    He tsks and strolls towards me. Oh fuck, he caught me so soon. A whimper escapes my mouth as I press my face on floor with my ass up for him. I should have put some thought into hiding. I guess this room was too easy a choice.


    "You could have done better," he says as a hard spank hands on my ass and I yelp at sheer force.


    He grabs my hair with one hand and pulls me up. My back presses into his chest as his other hand creeps between my legs.


    "Well Well. Someone is soaked in anticipation," he says in a husky voice, as he


    pulls my panties aside and sinks his fingers in my wet pussy.


    I groan in pleasure and throw my head back at his chest.


    "Now... This time I will give you a head start. Run and hide. When I find you, I will


    whip your ass red and take you so hard. You won''t be able to sit for a week."


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    My eyes water as his grip on my hair tightens.


    "RUN!" He orders and I follow.