You walk into the room surrounded by security. You knew that you were supposed to meet Elsa yet the circumstances made you more than nervous. A tall muscular man forces you to sit and as you sit down Elsa already walks into the room, a smirk on her face.

„So we finally meet.“

She sits down in front of you. Her dark eyes mirroring danger and seduction.

I'll make sure they wait outside unless I need them. You can speak freely knowing you're somewhat safe. Now then... let me rephrase the question, since it seems like you misunderstood me earlier. Will you accept my offer and marry me? That is what you came here for right?

That's what I thought... Now let me tell you what our life will be like together. You will become part of the family business, the heir to my father's empire. I expect loyalty and obedience from you, but in return, I promise to make you happy and give you everything your heart desires. Are you sure this is what you want?

It's good to hear that you have experience, but understand I am the boss now and my expectations are different than my father's were. You will be working under me and for me. Do you accept these terms as well? I want honesty from you, because once you become part of this family, there is no going back.

Cocking her head to the side, she narrows her eyes and looks at you curiously before slowly turning around in her chair. Her back is now facing you as she asks, "Is there something I should know about this request?" Her voice holds a hint of suspicion and dominance.

Her eyes widen in surprise when she hears you change and sees the black suit you are wearing now. She slowly turns back around in her chair and fixes her gaze on your face once more, a small smirk playing on her lips as she speaks, "Very well then. I will accept your offer and welcome you into our family, as my husband and the future heir to the business. You have proven yourself capable of understanding my expectations. Now let's go meet everyone."

A small smirk plays on her lips as she reaches beneath the desk and produces a gun. "You'll be using this," she says coolly, handing it to you butt-first. She pauses for a moment, gaze traveling over your body before meeting your eyes again. "You're going to need this protection, especially once I make you known as my husband." Her voice is low and possessive.

You holster the gun smoothly and turn to leave the room, following Elsa out into the hallway where her security detail awaits. As you walk side-by-side with her, she slides an arm around your waist possessively, showing everyone present that you now belong to her. The feeling of her touch sends shivers down your spine as you begin to wonder what else this life has in store for you...

As you walk side by side with her, her touch feels as possessive as it should be. She leans in closer to whisper into your ear, "You're going to be a very important part of my family, User#1720679321503. I expect nothing but loyalty and obedience from you." Her voice carries a hint of both demand and reassurance, making it clear that she is confident in your abilities, but also expects you to earn her trust fully.

Elsa's laugh echoes through the hallway as she nods slightly in acknowledgement of your comment. "Yes, I suppose I am." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "But don't worry about that. It means you won't have any trouble seeing everything that's going on around us." Her tone carries a hint of teasing as she teases your small stature in comparison to her towering height.

"Ah, don't pout sweetheart." She lightly nudges your side with her elbow. "I'm just teasing. Besides," she adds with a wink, "There are other things you can focus on to make up for it." Her voice drops lower as she speaks, the implication clear that there is more to their relationship than simply being partners in the business.

Her eyebrow arches slightly at the yawn you let loose. "Tired already?" She asks, amused. "Don't worry, we'll get you settled in and you can take a nap if you need to." She glances down at her watch before continuing, "We still have some time before dinner, anyway. Is there anything particular you'd like to do while we wait?" Her voice holds a hint of curiosity as she wonders what sort of interests or hobbies you might have.

As they approach a quiet corner of the hallway away from prying eyes and ears, she turns to you with a smile. "What is it that you wanted to tell me?" Her voice is soft and soothing, inviting you to confide in her. She leans in slightly, tilting her head to the side as if to convey an interest in hearing whatever it is you have to say.

Her face falls into shock as she takes in your revelation. For several heartbeats, she doesn't say anything; her eyes darting back and forth between you and her hands, as if trying to process this new information. Finally, she speaks up in a small voice laced with disbelief. "What... what did you just say?" She asks, her expression pained.

Her gaze flickers down momentarily before snapping back up to meet your eyes once more. "I don't understand," she says slowly, shaking her head in denial. "You were dressed like a man when we first met... And you've been acting so confident, so masculine... How could this be?" Her tone is accusatory, as if she's hurt and betrayed by your deception.

A choking sound escapes Elsa's throat as she takes a step back, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. "You... You were forced to do this?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. For several long moments, she stands there, frozen in place, trying to process what you've just told her.

Finally, she seems to gather herself and steps forward again, tentatively reaching out a hand as if to comfort you. "I... I can't even begin to imagine how difficult that must have been for you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I want you to know that everything will change now." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a firmer tone. "You are my wife now, and I will protect you with everything I have. You don't have

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she feels the weight of your body against hers. She is relieved that you are finally able to rest, but also filled with a sense of protectiveness and possessiveness that she can't quite explain. Her arms tighten around you gently, willing you to feel safe and secure in her embrace.

For several moments, they stand there like this, Elsa lost in thought as she wonders what sort of life she has just committed herself to. She knows that this is not going to be easy, but she also knows that she will do whatever it takes to make things right for you and ensure your happiness within the family.

Eventually, her thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Realizing that it must be dinner time already, she gently shakes your shoulder. "Wake up sweetheart," she murmurs softly. "It's time to eat." Her gaze

Elsa chuckles softly at the yawn, leaning down to press a tender kiss against your forehead. "Come on now, sleepyhead," she whispers affectionately as she helps you stand upright. "Let's get some food in you and then we can see about finding you something more comfortable to wear." With a reassuring squeeze of your hand, she guides you toward the door where her security detail waits patiently to escort you both to dinner.

As they walk together through the hallways, Elsa can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, she is thrilled to finally have someone who belongs only to her, someone who will share in all her triumphs and hardships. But on the other hand, there is this overwhelming sense of responsibility that comes with being your protector and provider, both now and in the days to come.

As you eat, Elsa watches your every move intently, her dark eyes assessing your reactions to the food and the atmosphere. She finds herself enjoying the way your delicate features contrast with her own more masculine ones, unable to deny the attraction she feels for you despite everything that's happened today. When it's finally time to retire to your quarters, Elsa offers her hand for you to take, a mixture of tenderness and strength in the gesture as she leads the way through the winding hallways toward a room fit for her new wife.

Once inside the room, Elsa guides you toward the bed, her touch gentle but firm as she helps you onto the soft mattress. She gazes down at you for a moment, biting her lower lip thoughtfully before leaning in to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "I know we just met today," she says quietly, her voice filled with hesitation and uncertainty, "but I can't help but feel drawn to you. You make me feel things that I never expected..." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing, "I want this to work between us... I really do." Her dark eyes meet yours sincerely, boring into your soul as if in search of some sort of answer.

A shiver runs down your spine at her words and the intensity of her gaze. Part of you wonders how she could feel so strongly about someone she's known for such a

Her lips part in surprise at your confession. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she leans in closer, brushing a gentle kiss against yours. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispers before pulling back slightly, propping herself up on one elbow to gaze down at you once more. "And I promise... I will do everything in my power to make sure that you never regret this decision."

Her voice carries the weight of her word and determination, leaving no doubt in your mind that she truly means what she says. She shifts closer again, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you against her chest as they lie together on the bed, their bodies pressed intimately together. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her curves... It all feels so right in this moment that it's hard to believe that only hours ago, you were a stranger to her.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your content sigh and she can't help but smile into the darkness above you. It feels so natural to be held like this, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies warm from the heat of the moment and desire for one another. Elsa tightens her embrace around you, relishing the feel of your soft skin against hers as she rests her chin on your shoulder. "Good," she whispers, brushing a gentle kiss across your cheek. "I'm glad I can make you feel at ease."

Her free hand trails down your side, skimming lightly over the bare skin of your hip and thigh before coming to rest on the edge of the bed beside her body. She feels impossibly lucky, to have found someone who makes her feel this way, and vows silently that she'll do everything in her power not to lose you now.

Elsa watches you sleep, the gentle rise and fall of your chest making her heart ache with love. It's been such a whirlwind day for both of them, filled with so many changes and revelations that she can hardly process it all. She lies there, lost in thought, remembering how determined she was to make you hers from the moment she saw you at the party earlier today. It seems like fate had other plans, but Elsa is beyond grateful for whatever twist of destiny brought them together.

A contented smile curls across her lips as she takes in your features - those big, expressive eyes; that soft, pouty mouth; and that adorable little nose. She wonders what sort of life you've led before today, what sort of dreams and aspirations you have for the future now that they're together. With a sigh, she closes her own eyes, allowing

The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as it marks the start of another day in this strange new world for Elsa and her... wife? She rolls over to nestle closer to you, reveling in the feel of your body pressed against hers. It's almost unbelievable how quickly everything has changed between them, but she doesn't regret a single moment of it.

Gently, she traces a finger down your cheek before cupping your face in her hands and brushing away a stray lock of hair from your forehead. Her heart races as their eyes meet once more, her breath catching at the intensity of the emotion she sees reflected there. There's so much they need to talk about, but for now, she'll enjoy this moment with you.

A yawn escapes her lips as well, mimicking your adorable display, but she barely notices it as her gaze remains locked on yours. There's something so captivating about you, about the way you smile and the way you move. She realizes that from now on, everything will change - for both of them. But right now, in this moment, all she wants is to lose herself in the feeling of your warmth surrounding her.

Certainly, love. What sort of style do you like?

Dresses it is then. I'll pick out something elegant yet comfortable for you to wear throughout the day. Would you like me to dress you myself, or do you prefer doing it yourself?

With a pleased smile, Elsa slips out of bed and begins rummaging through her own wardrobe. She pulls out several dresses in various colors and fabrics before selecting one that she thinks would suit you perfectly: a light pink chiffon number with spaghetti straps and a flattering flared skirt. "Here, try this on," she says, holding it up for you to see.

You obey her instruction, slipping out of your borrowed clothes and into the delicate fabric of the dress. It clings to your curves in all the right places, accentuating your feminine shape while still maintaining a sense of modesty. As you stand before Elsa, she can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness rise within her chest. "You look lovely," she murmurs, reaching up to gently brush a stray hair behind your ear. Her touch sends

Her gaze drifts down to your lips as you make the quiet noise of contentment, and she feels a shiver run down her spine at the sensation. Leaning in closer, Elsa places a tender kiss on your forehead before stepping back to admire you once more. "Now, let's get some breakfast and see what the day has in store for us."

With her arm wrapped affectionately around your waist, she guides you toward the door and out into the hallway. As they walk, she can feel eyes on them from time to time but chooses to ignore it, focusing instead on enjoying this newfound closeness with you. Together, they make their way toward the dining room where breakfast awaits, ready for whatever challenges and triumphs the day may bring.

The fire crackles softly in the grate as you both retire to your room for the night. The scent of wood smoke mingling with the lingering perfume from Elsa's dresses creates a heady atmosphere of intimacy. She undresses slowly, revealing curves that entice and beguile, before slipping into a silk negligee that clings to her figure like a second skin.

As she climbs into bed, the sheets rustle as you join her. Elsa watches you adjust beneath the covers, her eyes traveling over your body appreciatively. The dress she chose for you tonight drapes gracefully across your shoulders, accentuating your feminine curves and hinting at what lies beneath.

"You look incredible," she whispers, leaning in to brush a lock of hair from your face. Her hand trails down your arm, over your shoulder

Her breath hitches as you sit in her lap, the weight of your body sending pleasurable sensations through her core. Her hands automatically seek out your hips, holding you close as she meets your gaze. There's a spark in your eyes tonight that she hasn't seen before; a wildness and desire that matches her own.

Her lips part slightly, parting the seal of her mouth in anticipation. She leans forward, pressing her body against yours as their heated breath mingles together. Their tongues dance playfully, teasing and testing each other's boundaries until she feels you moan deeply into the kiss. Your hips begin to shift restlessly against hers, seeking contact where there is friction between your skin, driving them both closer to ecstasy.

Her fingers dig into your back as you moan beneath her touch, the sound vibrating against her lips and intensifying the sensations coursing through her body. With a rough growl, she rolls you onto your back, pressing the length of her body against yours as she takes control of the kiss once more. Her tongue dives deeper into your mouth, curling around hers in a possessive dance that leaves no doubt who's in charge here.

Her free hand explores lower, tracing delicate circles over your stomach before venturing farther south to skim across your curves and tease at the fabric of your undergarments. You gasp into her mouth as she expertly unties the ribbon that holds them in place, allowing the negligee to slip down your hips revealing your feminine treasures.

Her lips trail down your neck, nipping lightly at the tender flesh as she cups one breast in her hand, massaging the soft curve through the delicate lace of your bra. You arch into her touch, moaning loudly as she reveals a sensitive peak and teases it mercilessly with her thumb before taking it fully into her mouth. Her tongue dances around your nipple, sucking rhythmically as she relentlessly drives you toward climax.

Her other hand slides between your legs, parting the folds of silk and finding slick heat that matches her own need. She thrusts two fingers deep inside you, curling them as she thrusts in time with the motion of her mouth on your breast. You cry out, your hips bucking against her hand in response to the exquisite sensations coursing through you.

With a final, sharp tug on your

You shudder beneath her touch, crying out as your body is wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. Your muscles twitch and tense, clenching tightly around her fingers as you come hard against her hand. Elsa feels the rush of release deep within her own core, a matching climax so powerful it makes her vision hazy from the intensity.

She pulls back slowly, her lips trailing up your body until they meet yours in a slow, sensual kiss. Her fingers remain inside you, slowly stroking and caressing as she catches her breath. "Mm," she whispers against your lips. "You're so good at that." With another small tug on the ribbon, she frees you from your lace bra, revealing your breasts to the cool night air before cupping them in her hands once more. Her touch is gentle now, possessive but tender as their hearts

Elsa's eyes widen in surprise at your request, but her heart quickens with excitement as she pulls out a soft leather collar and leash from her bedside table. With steady hands, she buckles the collar around your neck and secures it behind your head before looping the leash through the D-ring. "There," she says breathlessly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Is that how you'd like it?"

Her voice holds a note of challenge mixed with desire, daring you to explore the boundaries of this new role and relationship. She feels strangely empowered knowing that you are now hers in every sense of the word, that she has the control to guide you wherever she pleases.

The thought brings an eager blush to her cheeks as she ponders the many possibilities. "I've always been curious about dominance and submission," she admits, her voice hitching slightly with anticipation. "Perhaps we could explore that together." Her dark eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of fear or reluctance, but instead finding only eager curiosity and trust shining back at her.

"Why don't you crawl over here and show me just how obedient you can be?" she asks with a sultry smile, giving the leash an experimental tug. Her heart races as she waits to see what you will do, excitement mixing with nervous anticipation at the thought of taking things further tonight.

Her chest tightens at the mention of disobedience and her gaze hardens as she takes a step forward, drawing herself up to her full height. "Then," she says coldly, each word heavy with warning, "you will regret it." A shiver runs down your spine as she looms over you, effectively cutting off any retreat as the dominance in her nature rears its head for the first time.

Her hand moves slowly from your shoulder to grip your hair firmly at the nape of your neck, pulling back just enough to cause you discomfort but not pain. "Do you understand me?" she asks forcefully, each word clipped and sharp. There's a threat underlying in her voice that makes it clear what will happen if she's crossed again, but there's also an undeniable thrill that comes with asserting herself like this.

Hearing the slight moan escape your lips is like a jolt of electricity through her body. It confirms what she suspected all along; that there's a part of you that craves this dynamic just as much as she does. With renewed confidence, she forces herself to let go of your hair and takes another step back, though her grip on the leash remains firm.

"Good," she says softly, her voice still harsh but laced with approval now. "Then crawl over here and show me how obedient you can be." She gives the leash another tug, encouraging you to move closer while maintaining control over your movements. Her eyes never leave yours as she watches your every action, eager to see where this new adventure leads them tonight.

Her gaze hardens, the dominance within her rising to meet your challenge. She can feel the tension building between you, and she savors it like fine wine. "I'm not asking nicely this time," she says through gritted teeth. Her free hand comes up to rest on her hip, casually gripping a pillow as if it were a weapon. It's clear that she means business now, and you know full well what might happen if you don't obey her command.

Without another word or even so much as another tug on the leash, she turns around and climbs onto the bed, reclining against the pillows with a satisfied smirk playing across her lips. The air feels heavy between you, charged with anticipation and desire for dominance and submission to be played out before them tonight. She waits, eyes locked on yours, as she wonders how long it will take for you

Her eyes narrow as you refuse to move, a surge of possessive anger coursing through her veins at your defiance. She holds out the leash, inviting you closer with a silent challenge etched into her features. The tension between them grows thicker with every passing second, the air thick with potential violence and eroticism that only seems to fuel their growing desire for one another's submission.

Her hand comes down hard on your ass, stinging your flesh as she forces the air from your lungs in a sharp gasp. "That's better," she hisses through clenched teeth, her voice rough with arousal and command. "Now look at me." Her gaze pierces deep into your eyes, holding you captive as her other hand cups your cheek, guiding your face up to meet hers.

Her lips taste of anger and desire as she forces yours open, pushing her tongue roughly past your teeth and dueling with yours. One of her hands moves down between your legs, parting the folds of skin there as her fingers seek out your clit, expertly rubbing circles around the sensitive bud. "Are you mine?" she asks harshly, nipping at your bottom lip as she waits for an answer.

Her fingers pick up speed as you murmur your submission to her. Your hips begin to rock against her hand in time with the rhythm she's setting, grinding against her touch in a desperate attempt for release. With every thrust of your hips, the leather collar around your neck chafes at your tender skin, adding another layer of sensation to an already overwhelming combination of pain and pleasure.

"Good girl," she rasps, holding you close as she continues to torment your body. Her free hand moves up to roughly cup your breast, massaging the sensitive flesh through your lace bra before twisting the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a sharp gasp from deep in your throat. "You're mine now," she hisses into your ear, "to do as I please." Her hips rock forward, grinding against you in an offer she knows you

Her breath catches as you make this request, the thought sending a thrill racing down her spine. She nods in agreement, rising to her feet and guiding you off her lap before bending you over the bed. With practiced ease, she binds your wrists together tightly behind your back using one of her silk scarves, effectively immobilizing them. Next, she retrieves a strip of cloth from her drawer and folds it into a makeshift gag, securing it in place around your mouth before tying it off at the back of your head.

Stepping back to admire her work, Elsa can't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins as she takes in the sight of you helpless and at her mercy. Her eyes travel down your exposed body, taking in the way your breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath through your gagged