LOGINShe shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of the image of Julian’s biceps. Her brain did a quick, silly imagination: he is on top of you, flexing those arms on your body.Serena stopped abruptly, trying not to lose control.“You can go on, I need to use the restroom,” Serena announced, excusing herself. Not because she was pressed, but because she had started to blush uncontrollably, and her brain was doing her dirty by replaying what she had just seen. She got into the restroom and closed the door slowly, pressing her back against it. This isn’t even supposed to be sexual. What is wrong with me? She looked blankly into the mirror. “I can’t believe he almost made me wet by just flexing those arms,” she tried to deny the signals her body was giving because of him.She slipped her fingers underneath her skirt, reaching for her pussy. She gasped. “Uugghh”Subconsciously, she covered her mouth with her free hand. “Serena, you are dripping!” She whispered like she was reprimanding
The words hit like a slap. Serena’s eyes flashed with fury, but she forced herself to stay composed.“Fine,” she said coldly. “Let’s talk venues. I want the Grand Ballroom at The Sterling. It’s the largest and most prestigious hall in the city. It’s big enough to accommodate five hundred guests, perfect acoustics, and the kind of elegance my wedding deserves.”Julian raised an eyebrow. “The Sterling is a glorified conference center with overpriced chandeliers. It has no soul. No romance. For someone who claims to want a once-in-a-lifetime wedding, you’re thinking very… safely.”Serena crossed her arms. “And what would you suggest, Mr. Visionary?”“Outdoor,” he replied without hesitation. “The Evergreen Estate at sunset. You get an open sky, natural light, and gardens that actually feel alive. It’s intimate, breathtaking, and far more memorable than some stuffy ballroom.”Serena laughed bitterly. “Outdoor? In this city? With the weather being completely unpredictable? You want me to ri
STORY 9. I swear, if one more person suggests pastel pink for my wedding, I’m going to scream.”Serena Vale sat cross-legged on her cream-colored sofa, scrolling through yet another Pinterest board with growing irritation. Her best friend, Lila, lounged opposite her with a glass of rosé, looking far too amused.“You’re being dramatic,” Lila said. “You’ve rejected every planner I’ve recommended. At this rate, you’ll be walking down the aisle in sweatpants.”Serena shot her a glare. “I am not being dramatic. This is my wedding. It has to be perfect. Flawless. The kind of wedding people talk about for years.”Lila raised an eyebrow. “And what does Richard think about all this perfectionism?”“He thinks whatever I tell him to think,” Serena replied smoothly. “He’s busy with the merger, and he trusts me to handle everything well.Doesn’t it suck enough that this is an arranged marriage? I’m not getting married to Richard because I love him or because I’m sexually attracted to him. My Dad
Isabella’s POV I drove back to my apartment. I’m sure Catherine was still getting ready; she did everything at her own pace, and Mum never saw anything wrong in it.As a 27-year-old model who had built her own successful career, I had long since moved out of Mum’s house, leaving her favorite daughter with her.Tonight, even if we’ll be cheering for a successful marriage, I’m glad I’ve got a toy that drips for me.At Mr Jude’s mansion, I stepped in with a strange mix of excitement and nerves twisting in my stomach. Jack’s father was one of the influential men in the city; he’s in his late fifties, but he looks more like a hot sugar daddy.A nice physique, a toned body, a calm face, and, most importantly, assets…The mansion was breathtaking: it was a sprawling three-story estate with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and walls adorned with expensive artwork. The dining hall alone could seat forty people comfortably. Long tables were covered with an extravagant spread: roasted rose
Isabella’s POVI quietly closed the door and walked toward the sound of his voice. Jack was standing by the large floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in his pocket, looking every bit the successful, charming fiancé. I made a small sound that made him turn slightly, when he saw me, his eyes widened in pure shock.Isabella?!” he hissed under his breath, covering the phone slightly. “What the fuck are you doing here?”I didn’t answer. I simply smiled sweetly and walked past him, heading straight for his bedroom like I owned the place. I could feel his glare burning into my back.“Catherine, hold on, the delivery guy is at the door,” he lied smoothly, voice strained. “I’ll call you right back, okay? Love you.”He hung up quickly and stormed after me into the bedroom.“Are you insane?!” he whisper-yelled, closing the door behind him. “Catherine could have heard you! What if she decides to come over?”“She’s getting ready for dinner, but she might feel bored very soon.”I made him more agita
Isabella’s POV “Oh fuck! Jack. Go deeper, Jaaaackk! Oh….yes, just like that, Daddy.” When I finally came, it was explosive, my pussy gushed around the dildo, my thighs shook uncontrollably while my loud cries echoed through the room as Jack watched helplessly, wrists pulling desperately against the handcuffs. He glared at me, but he couldn’t lay a finger on me. I collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard, and a satisfied smile found my lips as I looked at his aching, leaking cock. “Welcome to day one, pup.” I stayed on the bed for a moment longer, catching my breath, my body still tingling from the intense orgasm. After I broke up with George, my toys had been my best friends and I don’t intend to drop them now that I have found a new pup. Jack was still handcuffed to the chair, his thick cock standing painfully hard, the head dark red and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum down his shaft. His sharp jaws clenched hard, his grey eyes burning with frustration and desperate need







