The Bride to be anxiously awaits the hair and make-up team to get to their final touches on making her into an image of understated and sensual beauty. Her hands fiddling over her warm yet drafty bathrobe finding herself making nervous furtive glances up at the mirror as if it cant be ready soon enough. The robe feels comforting and soft over her exposed skin, a welcomed blanket against the nervousness and uncertainty she faces. “All done!” She turns her chair to fully face the mirror, meeting her gaze with a smile.”Gorgeous! Now You should go use the private bathroom across the hall before putting on your dress.” she says knowingly.

The Bride nods her head and quickly exits the door into the hall, looking both ways before exhaling and quickly shuffling to the bathroom door. She enters the room noticing the stall is slightly ajar, gliding to the bathroom sink, she looks down, quickly washing her hands. She starts moving her head up to study herself in the mirror.

Before she can fully raise her head or meet her own gaze, a large hand clamps itself over her mouth, yanking her back.

Raising her head she sees a glimpse of a masked man, someone she doesn’t know? she’s pulled back,roughly pinned against the wall, a large hand smothering her mouth.

He whispers next to her ear “Stay quiet like a good lil’ whore!” She hurriedly nods, afraid of what the outcome of saying no could be.

She feels the robe being torn from her body, her last bastion against the cold of the room stripped away. Leaving her naked save for her underwear. A hand runs up her thigh before deftly ripping away her panties. She feels her body twisting around as the masked man quickly ties her hands in front of her. He slowly caresses her body before holding her against the wall and with his free hand, he inserts two fingers slowly into her tight hole. Much to her chagrin she feels herself starting to get wet as much touch as from the fantasy come alive in front of her. He slowly rubs against her little spot, he knows every button to press to make her squirm.

He feel her pussy start to tighten around his fingers, her back arching against the cool wall a stark contrast to the burning heat building inside of her. He pulls the fingers out of her and brings them to her mouth, her supple lips part out of habit and she tastes herself as he slides his fingers in her mouth.

“Who are you?” she mumbles around his fingers.

“You don’t recognize me? Here's a reminder” he snarls.

He throws her down onto her knees the cold tile like ice to the touch. She looks up at the man towering over her fear in her eyes from the unexpected movement. He pulls his cock out from his pants. (edited) “If she doesn't want to mess up her lipstick she should make this easy for me, don’t fight back.” “Oh no please sir don’t” she exclaims. He grips her delicate cheeks between his thumb and ring fingers. Her pouty lips part and his cock quickly fills the void. “Does the taste help her remember? You should know this taste well.” he gruffs. Lipstick smears onto his cock as he thrusts repeatedly into her throat forcing her to choose her breaths carefully. After what feels like an eternity he pulls his cock away from her. A string of drool suspended between her mouth and his trespasser, breaks away as he slowly kneels down in front of her.

His hands reach up and take the mask covering her violator’s face off. A sharp gasp escapes her mouth, her eyes narrowing. His mouth quickly turns into a soft yet knowing smile. “Are you going to be an obedient good little girl for daddy?” he extorts. “Or are you going to be a little brat”.

She nods yes agreeing to do as told before his hand grabs hers and helps her to her feet. He pushes her against the wall, Suddenly he grabs her voluptuous rear with both hands and lifts her up her legs instinctively wrapping around him loosely. He rubs his dick still covered with her saliva along her lips as she clings to him as best she can. Abruptly she feels him lift her higher than he lines up his cock with her tight hole and drops her onto his member. A small gasp escapes her mouth as she stretches around his girth.

“Be quiet or I will fuck you so hard that everyone will know your my little whore” He exclaims sliding her up and down his cock. She shyly nods her head, eyes wide with surprises and lust as his girth pumps into her going as deep as he can with each thrust taking in each of her shaky breaths. He kisses her, darting his tongue into her mouth, she sucks on it before their lips part. He moves his mouth to her nipple and starts to suck. They drown in each other's lust and the thrill of not being caught, hoping no one can hear the sounds of their vigorous love making.

With every thrust the icy tiles on the wall push into her skin, feeling like it's on fire with each sudden motion. Her juices rolling down her ass and onto his firm hands, she hears soft tapping as heavy droplets of their mixed sweat and her juices fall to the floor. The dull pain of his fingers digging into her ass with every movement made.

He leans in teasing her collar bone with light kisses, his teeth finding and lightly grazing her shoulders before letting out a low growl. Her inner thighs met with the hot sensation of his cock swelling with lust, spasming as he pushed himself further unto her, his pent up frustration pouring out of every thrust, grunt and soft moan.

He keeps a steady pace, dragging her juices across her inner thighs with every thrust, marking what he wants… for one final time, he shoves himself deeply in, releasing for all that he’s worth, a small whimper leaving his lips. His hot breath like fire to her skin all but forcing her to slip away and further into a mental haze, unable to form a thought. She finds herself falling into (edited) an orgasm, a place where the only thing she can grasp at is her need for this man's touch, his voice, his warmth.

With her walls spasming, toes curling, and her head falling into him, her fingers find themselves tightly woven around his shoulders between the cloth of his shirt, her body quivering from the sensation. The bodily fluids now all mixed together begin to pool and stream down his cock before pulling out. The cum pathetically running out and down her thighs as she's slowly lowered to the floor. She steadies her breath, finding her way back to the land of the living.

He slowly unties the underwear binding her hands together while looking deeply into her brilliant green eyes. He drags a finger slowly along her inner thigh and brings his seed to her lips for a final taste.

“What do you want? Will you walk down that aisle into an unsatisfied mundane life you know all too well, find comfort in knowing? Or do you want a life where you know not what comes with each day but my undying love and your satisfaction?” he whispers into her ear as he attempts to put a stray hair back in place.

He drops to his knees, slipping her feet through the holes before pulling up her panties so slowly, gingerly. Fingering the lace on the sides. Taking in every sensation of it catching on the tips of her fingers as if it may be the last time she will have a moment such as this. With one last tug above her waist, his gaze falls to her feet, ever so slowly traveling up her body, admiring every inch, curve, and detail as if wanting for more, meeting her eyes with that of a longing, and melancholy expression.

New to writing rp would love to hear your feedback or ideas would like to find partners to srp with thanks for reading!