**Chapter 3**
Emily stood in the small bridal room at the back of the hall, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror. The white dress fit perfectly, lace sleeves ending at her elbows, the skirt falling in soft layers to the floor. Her hair was pinned up with small white flowers. She looked like the bride everyone expected. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking.
Sarah fussed with the veil, adjusting the pins. "You look beautiful, honey. Alex is going to lose it when he sees you."
Emily managed a small smile. "Thanks." Her voice came out steady enough. Inside, her stomach twisted. David had come into her room at 5 a.m. this morning, before anyone else woke. He had fucked her face-down on the bed, quick and rough, finishing deep inside her again. She had showered twice since, but she still felt the faint slickness when she moved.
The wedding hall smelled of fresh lilies and polished wood. Sunlight came through tall windows along one side of the main room. Rows of white chairs waited on both sides of the aisle. About a hundred and twenty guests would fill them soon. Family, friends from college, people from Alex's construction crew. Music played softly through the speakers as guests arrived.
David appeared in the doorway of the bridal room. He wore a dark gray suit that fit his broad frame well. His eyes met hers in the mirror. "Sarah, can you check if the photographer is ready? I'll stay with Emily for a minute."
Sarah nodded and left. The door clicked shut.
Emily turned to face him. "Not here. Not today."
David stepped closer. "You don't get to decide that." His hand lifted the front of her dress, sliding up her thigh. She wore the white lace panties Sarah had picked out. His fingers pushed them aside and found her already damp. "Still full of me from this morning?"
She grabbed his wrist. "Stop. Alex is right outside. People are everywhere."
He didn't stop. Two fingers slipped inside her. She bit her lip hard. The stretch reminded her of every time before. Her body reacted despite her mind fighting it. She hated that part most.
"David, please," she whispered. "This is my wedding day."
"Exactly." He curled his fingers, pressing the spot that made her knees weak. "And you're going to walk down that aisle with my cum inside you."
He kept fingering her until her breathing turned ragged. She gripped the edge of the table behind her, fighting the building pressure. When she came it was silent, teeth clenched, thighs trembling under the dress. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the inside of her thigh.
"Leave the panties on," he said. "I want to feel how wet you get during the ceremony."
He left the room. Emily stood there for a long minute, adjusting her dress, trying to calm her face. A knock came. It was time.
The ceremony went smoothly on the surface. Emily walked down the aisle on her father's arm. Alex waited at the front, smiling wide, eyes bright. She took his hands. The officiant spoke about love and commitment. Emily repeated the vows without letting her voice break. When Alex kissed her, gentle and happy, she felt David's eyes on them from the front row. The warmth between her legs never faded.
After the photos and the first dances, the reception started in the large hall next door. Tables with white cloths, centerpieces of roses, a dance floor in the middle. Emily sat at the head table with Alex on one side, David on her other. Sarah chatted happily across from them.
The meal was served. Chicken, rice, vegetables. Emily picked at her plate. Under the long tablecloth, David's hand rested on her knee. He slowly pushed the fabric of her dress higher. Alex was talking to his best man on his right, laughing about something from their college days.
David's fingers reached her panties again. He rubbed her clit through the lace. Emily kept her face toward her plate, chewing slowly. The risk made her heart pound. Twenty feet away, her parents sat laughing with friends. Alex's hand brushed her arm occasionally, affectionate.
David slid one finger under the edge of her panties and pushed it inside her. Then two. He fingered her steadily while the waiters cleared plates. Emily's free hand gripped her napkin under the table. She felt another orgasm building, unwanted but unstoppable. When it hit, she coughed to cover the small sound, pretending a sip of water went down wrong. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, pushing out more of his morning load into the lace.
David withdrew his hand casually and took a drink of wine. Alex turned to her. "You okay, babe?"
"Yeah. Just dry throat." She smiled at him.
Later, during the cake cutting, David followed her to the small side room where the cake was kept before the reveal. He locked the door behind them.
"We can't," she said immediately. "They're waiting for us."
He backed her against the wall. "Lift the dress."
She hesitated. Her hands trembled as she gathered the layers of fabric. David unzipped, pulled her panties to the side, and thrust into her. The wet sound was loud in the quiet room. He fucked her hard, one hand over her mouth again. Her back pressed against the wall with each thrust.
"You're mine today too," he said low against her ear. "My secret wife."
She came again, hating how fast it happened, tears pricking her eyes. David groaned and emptied inside her, adding to everything already there. He stayed in for a few seconds, then pulled out. Cum dripped down her leg. He used his fingers to push some back inside her.
"Clean up a little but keep it," he said. He left first.
Emily wiped what she could with tissue from her small purse. Her thighs felt sticky. When she returned to the main hall, Alex pulled her onto the dance floor for another slow song. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling David's cum shift inside her with every step.
The evening wore on. Guests danced, drank, gave toasts. Emily smiled through all of it. At one point David caught her near the bar area and pulled her into the hallway leading to the restrooms. The women's room was empty for a moment. He took her into the large stall at the end.
"Bend over."
She did, hands on the wall. He entered her from behind again, pounding quickly. The risk was higher now—anyone could walk in. She stayed quiet, but her body betrayed her once more. Another orgasm. Another load. When they finished, she fixed her makeup in the mirror while he washed his hands. A guest walked in as they stepped out. Emily nodded politely.
By 10 p.m. most guests had left. Alex was outside saying goodbyes with his friends. Sarah had gone to the car to load gifts. Emily stood in the now-empty bridal room, gathering her small bag.
David came in and closed the door.
"No more," she said. Her voice cracked this time. "I did everything you wanted. It's done."
He stepped close. "It's not done until I say." He turned her around, bent her over the same table where she had gotten ready hours earlier, and lifted the dress again. Her panties were soaked and ruined. He pushed inside her sore pussy without warning.
Emily gripped the table. "Please, David. Alex could come back any second."
"That's why you'll be fast." He fucked her with deep, controlled strokes. The table creaked softly. She felt every inch, every push of the cum already inside her. Tears ran down her face now, but she didn't make noise. The mix of shame, fear, and unwanted pleasure twisted together.
When he came this time, he held her hips tight against him, grinding deep. He pulled out slowly. A heavy trickle ran down both her legs.
He handed her some tissues. "Wipe enough so you can walk. But I want you to feel it on the drive to the hotel."
Emily cleaned up as best she could. Her legs felt weak. David left the room.
Alex found her a few minutes later. "Ready to go, Mrs. Thompson?"
She nodded and took his arm. They walked out together. In the car, as Alex drove toward the honeymoon hotel, she sat carefully. The seat felt damp already. Alex reached over and held her hand, talking about how perfect the day was.
Emily stared out the window at the passing lights. Eight days of this had led here. The ring on her finger felt heavy. David's cum continued to leak slowly into her ruined wedding panties. The tension sat in her chest like a stone that wouldn't move.
Tomorrow they would leave for the honeymoon. But David had already made it clear he wasn't finished. The photos were still there. The house would wait when they returned.
She closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally. Alex squeezed her hand. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she answered. The words felt true and hollow at the same time.
The car kept moving through the night.
**End of Chapter 3**