She doesn't remember getting married. Why?
Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy?
Who knows?
Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated!
All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out.
Contractual terms:
1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you.
2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy.
3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply.
4. Sex is optional.
5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce.
PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money.
If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too.
Because THIS isn't fair!

Playboy's Secret Wife

We stroll through hallways connected to different playrooms and Sophie peeks into each playroom curiously. Despite my rock hard cock, I am being patient with her right now. If she was my sub, I would have spanked her for making me wait like this. I groan inwardly. Idea of hitting her perfect ass doesn't help my filthy mind either.


her mouth goes slack when she sees a male sub getting his balls tortured. "It's Testicle bondage clamps." I tell her.


“You tried it?” She exclaims and I laugh.


“I always thought Subs were always women,” She says and I raise my brow at her.


She flushes. “Now that I have said it out loud, I realize how stupid it sounds. But It never occurred to me before. I mean, obviously there are female Doms.”


I smile and nod at her. Her admission is a reminder that she doesn't know a thing about BDSM.


Chapter 33 Play Time