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(A BDSM Erotic Romance)

Now that Felicia has signed the contract with Anton, she feels as though her life is running away from her. But when she dares to try to regain control, she crosses a line she didnt even know was there...

This 8,000 word short story is the third installment of The Billionaires Wife. Dont miss Part 1: BARTERED PROPOSAL and Part 2: BARTERED SEDUCTION!

(forced orgasm, public orgasm, exhibitionism, arranged marriage, billionaire bdsm)

EXCERPT:

What is wrong? he asked me.

I looked at him. He seemed genuinely concerned. So. Maybe he didnt like tears. Id have to file that away, maybe, but right now I didnt want him to see my weakness.

Nothing. I just... My throat closed.

So much for not showing weakness. Record time from resolution to collapse.

I swallowed. I just thought a wedding dress like this would be great. And its not. Ive always wanted to wear one and look like a princess, but... I shrugged helplessly. Whatever. Its not important.

He was quiet for a moment. I think I understand, he said. Perhaps it could be altered?

I shook my head. I didnt want to dwell on it. No, it doesnt matter. I started twisting and turning, trying to get at the zipper.

Youve wanted to wear a dress like that since you were a little girl, he said, like he wasnt willing to just let it go.

I forced myself to laugh. Yeah, but Im not a little girl any more, even though I kind of look like one.

He spread his hands and appeared to think for a moment. I am sorry. The gap between fantasy and reality grows larger with time, he told me, which was some serious Buddha shit that I was not at all prepared to be all zen about. I just wanted him to shut up.

Whatever, I said. Tears blurring my vision, I turned away and twisted, reaching around behind me to unfasten the dress. This wasnt what I wanted. I didnt want to wear his dumb elegant dress. I didnt want to do this without my mom and my girlfriends. And I definitely didnt want to marry Anton Waters.

Felicia, he said. My name. The first time he had said it. For a moment, I caught genuine concern in his voice.

A large, warm hand alighted on my shoulder. I wanted to shrug him off, but some pathetic need stopped me. Everything was so wrong. I just wanted someone to make it right again. Why wasnt I shopping for wedding dresses with my mother and Sadie? Why wasnt I getting married to a man I loved? Why did it have to be this way?

The comforting hand on my shoulder tensed. I felt him begin to pull away.

I reached up and grabbed his hand.

I didnt really know what to do with it when I had caught it, so I stayed there, struggling to maintain my composure.

I felt Antons hesitance behind me. Then his fingers tightened, and again that incredible electric charge between us sparked.

You look beautiful in white, he whispered, and then he tugged his hand away and was undoing the dress, unhooking the fastenings and slowly, tortuously tugging the zipper down. Bit by bit, my back was bared to him, and he covered every inch revealed with a heated kiss...

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Bartered Bride: The Billionaire's Wife, Part 3

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