The decree was absolute. At eighteen, Emily’s virginity—and her life—belonged to Aubrey. The 43-year-old’s eyes, a stormy grey, devoured her trembling form in the sterile marriage chamber. Aubrey’s law-given right was etched in a smirk.

“Straight, are you?” Aubrey purred, her voice like velvet wrapped gravel. Her fingers, adorned with a single silver ring, traced the line of Emily’s jaw. “That word means nothing here, pet. Your boundaries are my new playground.”

Emily flinched as those commanding hands slid to the buttons of her white ceremonial dress. Aubrey worked them slowly, each pop a crack in Emily’s reality. “See how you shake,” Aubrey murmured, her hot breath on Emily’s ear. “Your body knows its true owner, even if your mind rebels.”

The dress pooled at Emily’s feet, leaving her in plain cotton panties. Aubrey’s appreciative hum was low. “Lovely. Untouched canvas.” She didn’t remove the underwear yet. Instead, she palmed Emily’s small, pert tit through the thin fabric, her thumb circling the already stiffening nipple. “These sweet little nubs will learn to ache for my mouth.”

Emily gasped, a traitorous jolt of heat sparking in her core. Aubrey’s other hand slipped into the waistband of the panties, not diving deep, just resting possessively on the soft mound of Emily’s pussy. “So smooth here,” Aubrey noted, her finger tracing the plump outer lips through the