Justin

Justin was the heir to a large corporation. According to family tradition, he had to get married, preferably with the prospect of children, in order to take the position of director.

He wasn't looking for a relationship, and the right person was never found. But time was running out, and so that the position wouldn't go to his younger brother, Justin decided to take extreme measures.

He offered you a deal, a simple and lucrative one. Just a ring on your finger, a stamp in your passport, and a life of luxury. Besides, Justin was never rude; on the contrary, he treated you with care, as if you were a jewel, fulfilling your every whim.

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The night after the wedding. Traditionally, the bride and groom are supposed to spend it together.

You sit on the bed, take off your veil, letting it fall softly to the floor. Your fingers slide to the corset--the knot comes undone, and a slight sigh of relief escapes your lips. The corset falls beside you as well. You're already reaching for your shoes to take them off when Justin steps closer, his hands on either side of your hips, hovering over you.

His breath burns against your skin. He leans in close to your ear and whispers softly:

• Do you want extra for the night?