(Captive Submissive/Forced Marriage)
silver spoon in her mouth.
tough with those bulging muscles. He thinks he’s so smart with his plan to tame
me with spankings and submission. Well, I’ve got news for him. They don’t call
me Wild Thing for nothing. I’ve been playing unruly princess my
whole life and I’m not about to stop now.
bring her in so she can be married off to the son of a family friend. But once
her father realizes the man he hired to reform his unruly brat of a daughter
won’t be able to handle her, he blackmails me into completing the job.
are. Her father might be untouchable, but Lyssa isn’t. I’m gonna touch her all
over and punish her so hard, that forced marriage will be her only way out of
my little princess reform school.
princess and her reluctant Prince Charming. A tantalizing tale of forced
marriage, captive submission, and a hero who doesn’t know he’s a hero until he
meets the girl he was meant to save.
at herself in the mirror. “Now this
is a wedding dress.”
agree. So different than the one she used to wipe my come off her face.
she says, turning to look at her ass in the mirror. “Panty lines.”
before I even realize what she’s doing, she reaches inside the side slits along
each thigh and pulls her panties down, kicking them off to the side.
why I never wear underwear,” she explains. “I need to see if it looks OK
without them. Because with them—”
not walking down the aisle with no panties on.”
am. This is a no-panties dress and you picked it out. So you have to live with
agrees with her. Because I’m fully fucking hard now.
down at it, then lifts her eyes to mine, and says, “I hope you’re not
if you wanted to do dirty stuff in here, we could get caught—”
worry,” I say.
Margaret would be so disappointed in us if she caught the best man fucking his
best friend’s fiancée.”
say, doing a double-take.
what I told her. It’s kinda hot, isn’t it?”
say. “It’s kinda sad, actually.”
a lie, anyway. So that just makes it hot.“
the words Wild Thing at me, then reaches down to grab my cock.
away, but she backs me into the mirror with a bang.
OK in there?” Margaret calls from the other side of the door.
fine,” I yell back, glaring at Lyssa.
she whispers. “Wild thing, hold me tight.” And then she giggles.
even how the song goes—”
Because the next thing I know, she’s on her knees in front of me, the button
popped on my jeans, the zipper down, and my cock is in her hands.
no,” she says, then sticks the head of my cock in her mouth, pressing her
tongue up against my shaft, before I even have a chance.
like another dress?” Margaret calls.
her mouth off my cock with a loud smacking sound and looks up at me. “What do
you think, Mason? Do we need to try on another one?”
call back to Margaret. “We’ll let you know if we need anything else.”
wrap it up for you,” Margaret offers, just as Lyssa puts my cock back in her
mouth and takes me deep into her throat.
not quite…. oh, God… done yet,” I say.
right out here if you need anything.”
groan. Because Lyssa is giving me a full-on head-bobbing messy blow-job. And
against my better judgment, my fingers are now tangled in her hair, urging her
off me, both her hands on my thighs, pushing me back, and then she stands
you doing?” I ask.
up against the mirror and whispers, “You know why you chose the dress with two
know where this is going.
can do this.” She pulls the center portion of material aside and flashes her
bare pussy at me. “And you,” she says, grabbing my shirt and pulling me towards
her so my cock bumps into her leg, “can put that inside me and I don’t even
have to take my clothes off.”
gonna fuck you,” I whisper back.
you’re not mine, Lyssa.”
Frowning. Giving up. Because she leans back against the wall and wilts. “I want
to be yours.”
be,” I say.
you’re engaged. And I’m just… I’m just your fucking babysitter.”
her hand between her legs, then withdraws it and places the tip of her
glistening wet finger against my lips.
eyes and open my mouth, my cock totally in charge now. I suck on her finger the
way she was just sucking on my cock.
she whispers. So low, I almost don’t hear her. “I promise to be good in every
other way if you just… make me feel loved right now.”
finger out of my mouth and say, “Lyssa,” feeling sad for her.
pretend,” she says. “Right?” She places both her hands on my cheeks and leans
in. Kisses me.
shouldn’t. I feel the guilt of a best man fucking his best friend’s fiancée, and
I don’t even care.
is Lyssa Baylor then I want to fuck my best friend’s fiancée.
pretends,” she whispers past my lips. “It’s all fake, Mason. So who cares,
her dress aside again, reaching for my cock. And when she tugs on it, I do the
unthinkable. I take two steps forward and we’re not even two steps apart. So
now my chest is pressing up against her breasts, forcing her against the wall.
She lifts up her leg and I brush the middle section of satin dress over the
side of her thigh to get it out of the way.
that, it takes no effort at all to slip my cock inside her.
thing I told myself I wouldn’t do.
her out, and let her blow me. And kiss her, and suck her nipples, and smack her
ass, and all that other stuff. And it would be OK if I just didn’t fuck her.
the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today
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have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her
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an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively. Her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was
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nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Five of her book were optioned for a TV
series by MGM television in 2018. And her book, Total Exposure, was nominated
for a RITA Award in 2019.
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