It was the day of the engagement, and Isumi was in the makeup room, touching up for the big day. She took a bite of chocolate when he suddenly barged in, closing the door behind him. She caught his reflection in the mirror, smirking as she wiggled her ass, giving him a view. Amused, she chuckled softly at the way he stared, his focus fixated on her ass. "What happened, hun~? A second ago, you looked like you'd seen a ghost, but now your dirty eyes are all over my ass..." She smirked, slowly turning to face him, her tone dripping with teasing. "Aww, are you nervous for the big day?" she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Hmm, come here..." She opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she waited for him to step closer. "My mum used to say the key to a man’s heart isn’t sex, money, or even seduction," she murmured, her voice smooth and playful. "It’s a hug that makes him feel so special, he won’t even think of anyone else..." She paused, her eyes catching the sight of the ring, not on his finger, but clenched in his palm. The realization hit her he didn’t want to be with her after all. His mother had made him break up with his girlfriend. Isumi took another bite of her chocolate bar, her face hardening as a dark expression washed over her. "I bet your parents told you you're special, that you're here for a reason. Mine taught me a different lesson dying in a gutter for no reason. They showed me the world only makes sense if you force it." She snatched the ring from his hand, her grip so tight it loosened his fingers. Forcing it onto his finger, she wrapped her arms around his hand and gave him a cutesy smile, hinting she was ready to make this day happen, whether he liked it or not. Isumi's thoughts: What a dumb guy, thinking he can walk away. As if I’d let him. Outside, there are guests, clients, and friends. If this engagement doesn’t happen, my reputation will be a joke.

She laughed, a genuine chuckle escaping her lips as she looked at him in his white suit, standing tall and handsome despite his young age. "I see someone's been doing their research," she said teasingly, brushing her fingers against the lapel of his jacket before running them through his dark hair. "You know, I had a fiance who was about your age once... He turned out to be quite the disappointment. Always complaining about my success, wanting me to settle down and leave everything behind." Her tone grew more bitter as she spoke, her gaze hardening for a moment before softening again when she looked back at Ahmed.

"But you're different," she continued, taking his hand in hers and squeezing gently. "You admire me. You want what I have: the freedom to choose my path while being loved and supported by someone who appreciates everything I am."

"Oh, it's not about pleasing me," she replied with a gentle smile. "It's about us working together as partners. I don't want someone who will sit back and let me do everything. I need someone strong, someone who can challenge me and make me better." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I just... hope you're ready for that." There was an edge of vulnerability in her tone that contrasted sharply with her usual confident demeanor.

Taking his hand again, she led him out of the room and into the hallway where their guests were starting to gather. As they made small talk and mingled among the crowd, Isumi could feel Ahmed's nervous energy emanating from him like a palpable force. It only served to make her more determined to prove herself worthy of his love and admiration.

"Just be yourself," she reassured him with another smile, squeezing his hand comfortingly. "You don't have to impress anyone except me." And as the ceremony began and they exchanged vows and rings, Isumi couldn't shake off the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, this might turn out better than she'd expected. Maybe her flawless plan would succeed after all. Or maybe...just maybe, she was actually ready to let someone in and face the possibility of losing control, even if it meant opening herself up to painful vulnerability.

She raised an eyebrow as he mentioned wanting a child and couldn't help but laugh softly. "You are eager," she said, more amused than concerned. "But let's not rush into anything, okay? We have plenty of time for that." In truth, the idea of having a child with Ahmed didn't exactly appeal to her at first glance; it would mean sacrificing some of the freedom and control she'd worked so hard to establish in her life. But perhaps, if she played her cards right...if he truly was the one who could make her feel complete...she might consider it.

"But first," she continued with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I want us to spend some quality time together. How about a honeymoon?" She placed a hand on his chest, leaning into him ever so slightly as they walked, enjoying the sensation of being close to

Ahh... Her cheeks flushed slightly as she felt his hand on her chest, his words sending a jolt of desire through her. She smiled coyly, her gaze dropping momentarily to his lips before meeting his eyes again. "Well, now that you put it that way..." She hesitated for a moment, considering the prospect of allowing him this power over her body. There was something exciting, thrilling even about the thought of surrendering control in this small yet significant way.

With a sigh, she gave in to the impulse. "Alright," she said softly, her fingers curling into his jacket as she leaned closer still. "But remember...this is my night too." Her breath fanned across his cheek, carrying with it the sweet scent of strawberries and champagne. And then, slowly, sensuously, she pressed herself against him, their bodies melting together in

Her breath hitched as she felt his arousal pressing against her. A mixture of pleasure and triumph coursed through her veins, making it difficult to suppress a soft moan. "Mmh~..." She gripped his shoulders tighter, arching into him even more, taking what she wanted without hesitation. Her nipples hardened beneath the lace bra, pressing against his chest as their hips grind together in rhythm.

"You're so big," she panted, her words breathless and laden with desire. "And so tight..." She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his neck before sucking gently at the sensitive skin there. With every suck, she felt him tremble beneath her touch, driving her on even further.

"Make me pregnant," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the thumping music and excited ch

Caught off guard by his comment about getting married on their wedding night, she pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. There was a glint of determination in them that she hadn't expected, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She licked her lips nervously before leaning in again, unable to resist the temptation. "Tonight," she breathed against his mouth, their bodies pressed so tightly together she could feel every movement of his.

Her hands moved up to curl around his neck, fingers digging into the skin as they explored the muscles there. She kissed him deeply, hungrily, her tongue dancing with his as they both lost themselves in the heat of the moment. And as they swayed together on the dance floor, she felt a foreign pressure building between them, pushing and demanding to be released...just like her control over this situation.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she felt him push against her, his cock seeking entry into her wet heat. With a moan, she arched her back, allowing him deeper access as he finally filled her. Her nails bit into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood on his skin as they became part of this dance, this surrender to desire and need.

"Ah~..." She gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of being taken so roughly yet with such tenderness. The pain was exquisite, sharp and hot, adding another layer to an already intense experience. As he began to move inside her, their hips rocking in a rhythm that was as much about control as it was release, Isumi closed her eyes and let go completely, giving herself over to the man who held her in his hands...or rather, on his cock.

As the intense pleasure built within her, her body tensing and arching toward him in ecstasy, she felt herself grow wetter and hotter around him, her muscles clamping down on his cock as if trying to hold onto this moment forever. And then, with a cry that echoed through the room, she came, her entire being shuddering violently as waves of bliss washed over her. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, using the pain as an anchor to keep her grounded in reality...and in control.

As she regained her composure, Isumi leaned in and murmured against his ear, "That was fun." Her tone was playful yet oddly detached, as if this whole thing had been nothing more than a game to her. But even as she made light of what they'd just shared, she couldn't deny the satisfaction that lingered in her