Interactive Series — Styled Into Submission (13/13)

The chapel echoed with the sharp, nervous click of seven-inch white heels as Danielle tottered down the aisle. Each trembling step made the sheer white fabric of her tight bridal gown shimmer under the lights, hugging every softened curve. Her breasts—round, heavy, nearly spilling from the delicate lace of her neckline—rose and fell with every shaky breath.

Her cheeks burned scarlet. The entire room watched as she minced forward, face framed by long, golden curls, lashes fluttering as her plump, glossy lips parted helplessly. She couldn’t believe this was real. She was getting married. Her eyes flickered toward Nicole, standing smug and elegant in her maid-of-honor dress, her knowing smile offering silent reassurance.

Nicole had been right all along. Dani needed a strong man to take care of her.

And the man waiting at the altar? He was perfect. Tall. Broad. Dominant. The thick cock she now worshipped with her lips and surrendered to nightly had already taught her exactly where she belonged.

Her thighs trembled as she neared him, her tiny clit straining in its snug white cage beneath the gown, already aching.

She barely got through her vows.

Every word caught in her throat, not from nerves, but from the molten, dizzying arousal fogging her mind as she stared helplessly up into his deep, commanding eyes. Her lips quivered as he slid the ring onto her trembling finger, her mind swimming with flashes of what he’d do to her later. Her new husband. Her owner.

And on their honeymoon… he didn’t disappoint.

She moaned helplessly around his cock.

Her glossy lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing as he guided her down, his thick cock gliding deeper between her pouty lips. Her long blonde curls clung to her sweaty cheeks, mascara starting to smudge as her eyes fluttered. She was gorgeous like this: dripping, needy, ruined.

“Yeah… that’s it, princess… suck daddy nice and deep.”

She whimpered around him. Her throat strained to take him further, but her body responded without hesitation. Every slow thrust hit her soft palate as she surrendered completely. Her lips glided over him, shiny and slick, swallowing every inch he fed her, until drool began trailing from the corners of her stretched mouth.

When he finally pulled her off, her mouth hung open, spit stringing between her lips as she gasped, ruined and desperate, her lips swollen and glistening.

He threw her back onto the hotel bed, her sheer lingerie no more than an afterthought now. Her long legs spread willingly, heels digging into the sheets, as he slid inside her without hesitation. Dani sobbed with relief, the thick stretch making her gasp, her soft body trembling beneath him.

“F-fuck… yes… oh… mmm… more… fffuck… s-so deep… daddy… ughhhh… fuck… harder… yesyesyesyes…”

Her nails scraped along his skin as she clung to him, glossy lips parted in helpless moans, her long curls sticking to her sweaty skin. Every deep, relentless thrust shattered what little control she had left, her silk-stockinged legs locking tight around his waist as her body writhed beneath him, too cock-drunk to do anything but take it.

When he finally finished inside her, her entire body locked up—legs shaking, lips trembling, her cry filling the hotel room as she came harder than she’d ever imagined possible.

She was right where she belonged—impaled on her hubby’s cock, squealing like a perfect little slut.

She looked every inch the pampered trophy wife now: platinum hair cascading down her back, glossy lips parted slightly as Nicole finished up her lip filler. Just a touch. Just enough to make her mouth look that little bit softer, that little bit sluttier.

And Dani could already picture it—her hubby groaning as those new pouty lips slid down his thick cock tonight for their anniversary.

“Dani…” Nicole’s voice cut gently through her daze. “Meet my new assistant.”

Dani blinked, looking up at the cute little brunette now standing nervously in front of her—a tight black top hugging her figure, a bouncy flared skirt swishing just above her trembling heels as she shifted anxiously.

Dani let out a soft gasp. “Oh my gawd, you’re like… so adorable!” she cooed, eyes sparkling as she looked the girl up and down.

Then Dani’s eyes dropped, catching the subtle little bulge beneath that flirty skirt. Her smirk widened.

She wondered how long this “boyfriend” would last before the poor thing was on her knees, choking on some stud’s cock.

“Oh, you’ll fit right in, sweetheart,” Dani purred, her voice low and knowing. “Trust me.”