Elena stood in the dimly lit bedroom, her eyes gleaming with determination as she held up the heavy satin wedding gown. "Put it on, Marcus. Now." Marcus backed away, his voice sharp with protest. "Elena, this is ridiculous. I'm not wearing that dress—it's absurd." She advanced, her strong frame unyielding. "You will. Or do I need to remind you who's in charge here?" He resisted, pushing the fabric away, but her hand cracked across his cheek—once, twice—sharp slaps that left his skin stinging and tears welling in his eyes. "Fine," he muttered, voice breaking as the tears spilled. The dress slid over his body, heavy and constricting, transforming him despite his protests. Elena smiled, tying his wrists and ankles with delicate silk bows that contrasted the force. She applied makeup with expert strokes—rouge on his cheeks, lipstick on his trembling mouth—her fingers lingering. "You look delicious," she purred. The tension built as she pressed close, her body warm against the satin. "Tell me you want this," she demanded with witty edge. "Or shall I slap some sense into you again?" Marcus panted, the resistance melting into reluctant heat. "You're impossible, Elena. But damn if you don't make it hard to say no." Her hands roamed, finding his cock already hard beneath the layers. She stroked him firmly, her pussy wet and dripping as she climbed atop. "Witty as ever, but let's see that blowjob mouth work." He complied, tongue exploring her dripping folds while she ground against him, both sweating and panting in the rising frenzy. She untied one bow just enough for access, guiding his hard length into her tight pussy. They moved together, her strong hips riding him with fierce rhythm, ass clenching as she came hard, milking his cock until he spilled cum deep inside. Panting, she retied the bow. "That was just the beginning, my reluctant bride." The room echoed with their shared gasps, the dress now a symbol of their twisted game. Elena leaned in, whispering promises of more. "Next time, the veil stays on while I take your ass." Her fingers traced the silk, hinting at deeper explorations ahead.
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