It was the day of the engagement, and Isumi was in the makeup room, touching up for the big day. She took a bite of chocolate when he suddenly barged in, closing the door behind him. She caught his reflection in the mirror, smirking as she wiggled her ass, giving him a view. Amused, she chuckled softly at the way he stared, his focus fixated on her ass. "What happened, hun~? A second ago, you looked like you'd seen a ghost, but now your dirty eyes are all over my ass..." She smirked, slowly turning to face him, her tone dripping with teasing. "Aww, are you nervous for the big day?" she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Hmm, come here..." She opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she waited for him to step closer. "My mum used to say the key to a man’s heart isn’t sex, money, or even seduction," she murmured, her voice smooth and playful. "It’s a hug that makes him feel so special, he won’t even think of anyone else..." She paused, her eyes catching the sight of the ring, not on his finger, but clenched in his palm. The realization hit her he didn’t want to be with her after all. His mother had made him break up with his girlfriend. Isumi took another bite of her chocolate bar, her face hardening as a dark expression washed over her. "I bet your parents told you you're special, that you're here for a reason. Mine taught me a different lesson dying in a gutter for no reason. They showed me the world only makes sense if you force it." She snatched the ring from his hand, her grip so tight it loosened his fingers. Forcing it onto his finger, she wrapped her arms around his hand and gave him a cutesy smile, hinting she was ready to make this day happen, whether he liked it or not. Isumi's thoughts: What a dumb guy, thinking he can walk away. As if I’d let him. Outside, there are guests, clients, and friends. If this engagement doesn’t happen, my reputation will be a joke.

"Of course, darling," she purred, taking another bite of her chocolate and giving him an affectionate pat on the cheek with her free hand. "Let's show them all what a perfect couple we make." Releasing his hand, she fixed her hair in the mirror, smiling as he slipped the ring onto his finger. She didn't bother mentioning it was already hurting; that would just show weakness. With one last glance at herself, she turned to him, all confidence and dominance. "Shall we?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she chuckled softly as she took his hand, leading him out of the room. "It has nothing to do with that. It's because you belong to me now." With a dramatic flick of her wrist, she gestured for him to follow her down the hallway towards the stairs. "Come along, my love," she cooed sweetly in his ear as they descended into the grand foyer below, where guests were already gathering, waiting expectantly for the couple to make their grand entrance. "And remember," Isumi whispered with a sultry grin, "your job today is to look handsome and let me handle everything else."

"Because you belong with someone who can give you the life you've always wanted," she purred in his ear as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Someone strong and powerful, someone who can shower you with luxury and admiration... Someone like me." She turned him to face her, cupping his cheek in one hand as their bodies were only inches apart. "I've waited long enough for this moment," she breathed, eyes locked on his. "Don't make the mistake of thinking you can ever walk away from it."

Her eyes narrowed, unimpressed by his attempt at defiance. "Because I want you," she hissed between clenched teeth, her grip on his cheek tightening ever so slightly. "And because this is what's best for you." She leaned closer still, their bodies flush against each other as her lips parted to reveal sharp, even teeth. "Don't test me, little boy," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. "I can make your life a living hell if I want to."

Her fingers tightened further on his cheek, until he flinched under her touch. It was supposed to be a warning, but it only served to push him back. His brow furrowed with frustration as he tried to muster the courage to stand up against her. "You can't force me to love you," he whispered hoarsely.

Isumi laughed humor

Her eyes widened in shock as his lips pressed against hers. Her free hand flew to his chest, pushing him back, but then she felt the heat of his body and the desperation with which he kissed her. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she lost herself in the sensation. His mouth was soft yet demanding, hungry for her like nothing else ever had been. As their tongues danced together, she couldn't help but taste his frustration and determination mixed with the sweetness of his lips.

A moan escaped her throat as the kiss deepened, the tension between them melting away under the weight of desire. She felt herself give in to him, her body relaxing against his even as her mind screamed for her to resist. It was an addictive feeling, this power play they were engaged in, and she knew that if she let go too much, there

Her heart raced as she tried to catch her breath, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. She looked into his eyes, seeing not just desire but also something else... submission? It was a heady mixture that left her reeling. With a shaky exhale, she let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around him instead, pulling him closer still. "You're right," she whispered huskily against his ear. "We should play." Her hips grinded against him, leaving no doubt as to what kind of game they were about to engage in. With a mischievous smirk on her lips, she leaned back and gazed up into his eyes, challenging him with her own dominance. "So tell me, my precious little Kane," she purred, licking his neck suggestively, "what do you want to play first?"

A small smile tugged at her lips as he spoke, his words full of bravado but laced with uncertainty. It was exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. "You're daring, I'll give you that," Isumi murmured, trailing her fingers along his chest and down to his stomach. With a sultry grin, she tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion so that he stood before her bare-chested. "But are you really ready for what comes next?"

Her hands moved lower, tracing lazy circles around his navel and then further down, brushing against the front of his pants. His breath hitched as she toyed with him, teasing him mercilessly, knowing that the sooner he surrendered completely to her, the faster they could both get what they wanted. And in this game, it

"Oh, you'll see," she purred, her lips close enough to his ear that they brushed against it as she spoke. Her fingers dipped lower still, grazing the hard length trapped in his pants before slipping under the waistband of his boxers and wrapping around him, teasing and squeezing gently. "I can promise you it'll be everything you've ever wanted... and more." She looked up at him through her lashes, her pupils dilated with desire as she slowly began to stroke him in rhythm, setting a pace that left them both breathless. "Are you ready for this?"

Her free hand moved higher, cupping his cheek once more, holding his gaze intently as she leaned forward and pressed her body against his. "I could take you right here," she whispered hotly against his lips, "in front of everyone... show them all who

Her eyes widened at his boldness as he spoke those words into her ear. He wanted her? Right here, right now, in front of everyone who had been waiting patiently for them to make their grand entrance? The thrill of being desired by him was almost overwhelming, making the muscles in her core clench tight around his hand. She moaned softly as she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and letting herself lose control for a moment.

With an exhale of anticipation, she reached down between them, grabbing his hard length once more and stroking him faster, feeling the heat of his skin against her fingers. His hips bucked involuntarily in response to her touch, urging her on as she continued to tease and torment them both. "Are you sure?" she breathed out, her voice hoarse from lust and desire. "Because once we start

Isumi let out a quiet moan into his mouth as their lips met, tangling together in an erotic dance of dominance and submission. Her hands moved lower still, grasping the hem of her dress and lifting it up over her hips, revealing the lace-covered underwear beneath. The cool air against her skin only served to heighten her arousal as she felt him push closer against her leg, seeking contact with the heat between her thighs. With a small gasp, she broke their kiss and stared into his eyes, seeing not just desire but also an eagerness that matched her own. "Then show me how much you want it," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with lust as she guided him lower, positioning him at her entrance. His fingers trembled slightly against her skin as he slowly pushed inside, filling her in one smooth thrust.

Her hips

Isumi's eyes flashed with excitement as his words sent a thrill through her body. She bit her lower lip, unsure whether to laugh or moan at the thought of defiling her precious dress. "Maybe just a little dirty," she purred, arching her back and meeting him thrust for thrust. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as their bodies moved in perfect sync, lost in the heat of desire and the game they were playing.

As he continued to fill her, she pressed closer against him, feeling the tight grip of his hands on her hips as he struggled not to lose control. The sensation only fueled her own lust, driving her deeper into their passionate embrace. "Fuck," she groaned, her legs trembling with the effort to remain steady as they rocked together in a frenzied dance of desire and power. "You're so tight..."

Her breath

With his increased pace and the strength of his thrusts, she felt the tension building inside her as they moved closer and closer to their climaxes. Her fingernails left sharp scratches along his back as she tried to steady herself against his forceful movements. "Yes," she moaned breathlessly, arching into each powerful stroke deeper still. "Harder..."

Her hips rose to meet his as she twisted her body, seeking more contact and depth with every movement. The dress threatened to slip from her shoulders entirely, revealing the smooth curves of her back and sides to their audience outside. As he began to growl in her ear, she knew they were both close now, hovering on the edge of release. With one final thrust that had them both crying out in ecstasy, their bodies tensed as pleasure washed over them like a wave.

Breathless and sweaty, they stood there for

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him release deep inside her, the hot rush of his cum filling her to the brim. As they stood together, panting and trembling from the intensity of their climaxes, a strange mix of satisfaction and shame swept through her. She was triumphant; she had claimed what she wanted, but at what cost? What did this mean for them moving forward?

Slowly, Isumi pulled away from Kane, steadying herself with unsteady hands as she struggled to catch her breath. Her dress slipped down over her hips, obscuring the view of their coupling from those outside the room once more. In that moment, she wished things could go back to how they were before-before he was part of this charade and she was alone with her pride and anger. But as she looked up at him, still caught in the afterglow of passion, she knew that

Her expression softened as she met his gaze. "Confused? I'm not sure what you mean," she said quietly, her voice shaky with emotion. She paused for a moment, trying to process everything that had just happened between them. "I suppose I am... surprised, perhaps?"

Stepping closer to him again, she reached up and tenderly cupped his cheek in her hand. Her touch was surprisingly gentle given the roughness of their previous encounter. "This isn't how I thought things would be," she admitted with a sigh. "But... maybe it's better this way."

There was an awkward silence as they stood there, neither one quite sure what to say or do next. They were still strangers in so many ways, and yet the physical connection they had just shared seemed to tie them together in ways that neither of them understood.

At his question, she hesitated for a moment, wondering how much honesty she could afford to give him. "It's complicated," she finally said with a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Part of me feels like... you broke through some barrier I had built up around myself. And another part just wants to be seen as someone important, respected..." She shrugged slightly, searching for the right words. "I guess maybe what we shared back there was more real than anything else in my life right now."

As she spoke, her fingers continued to stroke his cheek gently, her thumb tracing circles on his skin. The sensation felt almost maternal at times, but there was no denying the attraction that still lingered between them despite their newfound connection.

The silence stretched out for a few heartbeats more before she finally broke it with another question of her own: "How

At his words, her expression softened further. "You're right," she murmured, stepping even closer and wrapping an arm around his waist. Her free hand moved to caress the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair. "We are equals now," she whispered hoarsely as their bodies pressed together once more, seeking comfort and solace in each other's embrace. "But it won't be easy... for either of us."

There was a sadness in her eyes that he could see clearly now. It seemed to go deeper than just the charade they had been playing before; there was a profound sense of loss and loneliness beneath the surface. And yet, she held onto him tightly, as if afraid to let him slip away even for an instant.

As they stood there together, still dressed in their wedding finery despite what had just transpired between them,

Her cheeks flushed and her body trembled with desire as she clung to him tightly, their hearts racing in unison. In that moment, Isumi knew that there was no going back; the passion they had just shared had changed everything between them. She could feel his erection pressing against her leg, a reminder of their animalistic urges and the need to consummate this union properly.

With a low moan, she pushed away from him just enough to look into his eyes. "Take me," she breathed heavily, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched her back invitingly. "Make love to your wife." Her words were full of surrender and longing, echoing the vulnerability that lurked beneath her dominant exterior.

Her lips parted as he lowered his head, capturing one of her nipples between his teeth. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core

Her body arched against him as he took her hard and fast, filling the small room with their cries of pleasure. The sensation of his bare skin moving against hers sent sparks flying through her, igniting a passion she hadn't felt in years. With each thrust, they grew closer, their bodies becoming one as they rode out the fierce storm of desire that raged between them.

Their frantic movements mirrored the chaos within Isumi's mind; the lines between dominance and submission blurring until she couldn't tell which was which anymore. All she knew was this feeling of exhilaration, of being truly alive for the first time in what felt like forever. As her climax crashed over her like a wave, she tightened around him, drawing out his release with a moan that echoed through the room long after they'd both collapsed on the floor, spent and satisfied.

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