Diego I unfasten my belt and secure it tightly around her hands, ensuring she can't free herself. Then, resuming my seat, I tug on the front of her collar to draw her closer to me. Just as I requested, Camila styled her hair to retain its puffy texture, just the way I prefer. All for moments like this. I grab a fistful of loose hair, balling my fist so I can use it as a reign. "Open wide," I instruct. She obeys, parting her lips as much as she can. I push my cock past her pouty lips, inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat. Then, I withdraw completely before shoving it back in. She gags, but hollows her cheeks, sucking me harder while I guide her head up and down my length. "Fuck. Your throat feels so good," I groan, my voice strained. As I increase my pace, she sinks her nails into my thighs, the pain only adding to my pleasure. "That's it, take all of me." My breathing grows ragged, every harsh thrust sending me closer and closer to the edge. Tears stream down her

DiegoNausea rises in my throat, a bitter taste mingling with the tension in the air. My eyes start tearing up unwillingly, and in the swell of emotion, I'm uncertain whether it's the emotional strain of the music or the weight of my grim destiny causing the silent cascade. I can do this, I convince myself. It's just the creepy priest and Diego waiting at the altar. Diego's tuxedo has been adjusted to perfection, or perhaps changed to an identical outfit like with my dress. The fabric of his tux flows elegantly, and his black hair cascades like a waterfall to his shoulders. Even with the lights shining brightly in the room, the darkness still envelops him, casting an eerie shadow. He stands there, akin to a dark god, an enigmatic figure defying the luminosity around him. It's fucking shocking that he hasn't burst into flames within this church, but I suppose that would include me as well, given the sins I've just committed. Diego's gaze holds mine, a magnetic intensity that seem

VanessaThe rhythm of the music guides us, and soon, the awkwardness of the earlier misstep is replaced by a newfound ease. The room seems to blur, leaving only us in an enchanting dance. As we sway back and forth with all eyes on us, his eyes meet mine, and something shifts in his expression. The playful smirk softens, replaced by a tenderness that catches me off guard. It's like I can almost sense a depth of emotion in his gaze that goes beyond the forced circumstances of our marriage. I wonder if it's a figment of my imagination, a trick played by the dancer and the romantic atmosphere around us. After all, this is just a facade, and I'm merely a pawn he'll pretend to have affection for in the eyes of the rest of the world. Yet, as we continue to dance, his gaze remains steady, and the warmth in his eyes feels too real. My heart pounds in my chest, and my entire body feels ablaze. "Why are you blushing, Mama?" he teases. I shake the fantasy from my head. "Uh, it's just ho

Vanessa "Where are we going?" I ask for the millionth time since I was ushered onto this deathtrap. I've never been in the air before, but this aircraft is fun sized compared to the ones I've seen on tv. It's really luxurious, though. The cabin is surprisingly spacious despite the small exterior, and the soft, warm lighting creates an ambiance that's both intimate and welcoming. The seats are a plush embrace of leather, each stitch a testament to careful craftsmanship. The color scheme, a blend of cream, brown, and grey, exudes a sense of elegance. There is a huge, flat screen monitor in the center that I could use to distract myself from the possibility of us falling from the sky and crashing into the ocean below, but Diego doesn't seem to have a problem with me downing this bottle of wine, so I'll stick with that. With the bottle now halfway empty, I'm feeling somewhat relaxed. Before we left, he had me sign the marriage certificate and another contract pretty much stating I was

Diego Next week, I intend to summon her sister here. And if my busy ass sister is available, I'll invite her as well. I want to ensure that Vanessa doesn't feel lonely. I never want her to endure that again in this life. She's no longer anyone's prisoner. I made it clear when I handed her a brand-new phone and laptop. I've entrusted her to be a good girl, aware that privileges can be taken away. She's grown accustomed to my methods of discipline by now. Our eyes lock in an intimate connection as I trail kisses down her stomach. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Reyes. You're right, and I want to make it up to you." I sense her body shudder. "How are you going to do that?" she asks in a whisper. "Like this." I spread her legs, planting her feet on the desk as I eye her bare, shaved pussy. Dipping my finger between her second pair of lips, I find that she's already fucking soaked for me. Such a good girl. I've never enjoyed giving oral sex to women before. One has never been worthy of my mo