I sit in a large empty room waiting on the seamstress to arrive for my fitting. But how can I have a fitting if I haven't chosen a dress? Do I really not get to choose my own wedding dress? If he chose a poofy princess gown just to torment me I swear to God I will kill him. Suddenly a light knock on the door wakes me from my thought.
"Oh... uhhh... come in..?"
A woman enters. She seems to be around 50 or 60. But she is still beautiful. She hangs up a rather large garment bag and unzips it. Lace topples to the ground as she unfolds the gown. It's beautiful! From what I can see it is a trumpet style gown with about a 3 foot train. The entire thing is a beautiful handwoven lace.
"Ready to try it on?"
The old womans voice is soft yet stern. I nod, standing up from my seat and walking over to her, never taking my eyes off of the dress.
She helps me put it on as I stand on a platform. The back is a little lower than I would like but she tells me that it was Mr. Spade's request. She also tells me that he asked her to make it as tight as it is. It is showing off every curve of my body, but it does it just right. It fits perfectly. No alterations needed.
It is definately not a dress I would choose for myself. This is something that a Victoria's secret angel would wear to get married. Not just a plain Jane like me. But somehow I look good in it. It suits my body. Mr. Spade may not be a good man, but he has quite a fashion sense.
The woman helps me out of my dress and I change back into my regular clothes. Then we sit down to talk bridesmaid dresses. She tells me that I am only allowed 2 bridesmaids, which is slightly disappointing. She informs me that their dresses will be pale blue and she shows me a rough sketch. They're beautiful. They are slim fitting and off the shoulder. I'm almost jealous. Almost.
As soon as she finishes getting her things all packed up Mr. Spade bursts through the door. He nods toward her as she heads out but he sends a glare toward me.
"We have to meet with caterers. We should have left half an hour ago! And now we dont even have time for you to change. It's your fault if we're late."
He grabs my arm and drags me out to a car waiting for us in the driveway. He opens the door, throwing me in and climbing in after me. He tells at the driver to step on it and we lurch forward, headed to wherever it is we are going. He leans forward and closes the divider between us and the driver.
"I know what you're doing kitten. You're playing a dangerous game here. Dressing like a street whore to try to tease me. If you're going to dress like a whore then I'll treat you like one!"
*mature content warning*
He unzips his pants and shifts his briefs a little, exposing his hard member. He looks down at my frightened face. I'm afraid to breathe. That's just when he reaches forward, grabbing my wrist. I know exactly what he's doing. He moves my hand to his member, forcing my fingers to wrap around it as he moves my hand up and down.
"Be a good girl and do this on your own or I'm sure I can find another way to satisfy myself."
He smirks at me, brushing his thumb against my lips. He releases his grip on my wrist, but I continue to stroke him, for fear of what will happen if I stop. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes but i blink them back.
I hear a low groan come from Mr. Spade as he watches my hand.
*mature content end*
We finally pull up to Mr. Spade's office building where we are meeting the caterers. I pull my hand away quickly as Mr. Spade leans down and kisses my cheek. He composes himself and grabs my chin, making me look up at him.
"Listen to me kitten. While we are in here you refer to me as babe, baby, or Michael. You dont speak unless spoken to. You dont look at anyone but me and the caterers. And you never leave my side. If you fail to follow these rules you will be punished princess. Am I understood?"
I nod, then realize I would be wise to speak.
"Yes sir."
"Good girl."
He gets out of the car, taking my hand to help me out. He snakes his arm around my waist.
We meet with the caterers and they work out all of the details and before I know it we have chosen a cake. This was the only thing I got to decide. So I went with a classic 5 tiered vanilla sponge. The cake is layered with lemon raspberry cream. Then frosted with whipped buttercream. It is going to have edible tropical flowers on it since apparently we are getting married on an island I've never even heard of.
By the time we are back in the car I am more than exhausted. Once we start to drive I rest my head against the window and start to doze off. I can feel Mr. Spade lift me up and bring me into his lap and wrap his arms around me protectively. But since I'm too tired to protest I just lay on his chest and fall asleep.
By the time I wake up again I'm in a bed. But it isn't in the mansion. Mr. Spade walks into the room drinking a bottle of beer.
"W-where are we..?"
"Well hey there sunshine. We are on a plane on the way to my island in the tropics where the wedding is being held."
I nod, confused, as I roll over onto my side, getting comfortable again. But that comfort was short lived. I feel his hard chest against my back as his hands go straight to my hips, grinding them against himself. I am too tired for this. Plus the high altitude is catching up to me.
"Mr. Spade?"
"You're going to be my wife. You're allowed to call me Michael in bed kitten."
"M-michael..?"
"Yes princess."
"Please stop... I'm exhausted. And I'm not feeling well... please."
He let's go. But I feel a stinging sensation in my right buttcheek only a second later.
"If you want me to stop then at least turn onto your other side so I can hold you while you sleep."
I do as I'm told and he holds me as close to his chest as humanly possible as I fall asleep.