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

Miles pulls over, and my heart pounds harder. The wrong turn he took was towards a kink shop where he wanted to buy a collar for me.


That’s a hint… that probably this day will end with a collar ceremony. Or maybe start? It’s funny to think about, but I shopped for a collar in my wedding dress. When he first introduced me to this place, I wasn’t much into collaring. But something changed. Now I want to belong to him. In every way I can.


He opens the door for me and I take his hand to get out of the car.


“Don’t I need to change?” I ask as we pass the lockers.


“Deal was to fuck in the wedding dress,” he says matter o factly.


I giggle as we stroll past the receptionist. It’s not very late. Hence, there aren’t many club members around.


“Is this some role play, or you really got married?” a voice asks as a Dom walks towards us.


“Just married.” Miles smirks and The Dom’s grin widens.


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