CHAPTER 5
Throughout the morning, the tension was almost unbearable. Ana communicated with Chloe through short notes written on scraps of paper, pressing them covertly into her palm whenever she brushed past.
Chloe carried out every single instruction without a word of protest. Somewhere in between, she caught herself marveling at how willingly she was participating in this absolute madness.
“The photo shoot is at three,” Rachel said, her voice snapping Chloe out of her trance.
“Of course,” Chloe said, hugging Rachel tightly to mask her nervousness. “I’m so happy for you.”
Rachel was entirely consumed by thoughts of the big day awaiting her, but she still noticed Chloe acting slightly off.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Never better. Just trying to take it all in,” Chloe said, letting out a nervous giggle.
Meanwhile, her gaze involuntarily drifted toward Ana in the distance.
The volatile mix of fear and excitement fluttering in her chest triggered a nervous laughter she couldn’t even explain to herself.
When she caught Ana’s eye, the older woman gave her a slow nod of approval, acknowledging her effort.
All Chloe could visualize was the next opportunity to get Ana alone, where she could finally claim her next reward.
“Come on, I’ll need your help getting into the wedding dress.”
“Oh my god, Rachel, I can’t wait to see you.”
Chloe and Rachel held hands and rushed through the grand hall toward the master suite reserved for the bride’s preparations.
Walking without underwear beneath her thin summer dress, Chloe felt every gentle breeze, every shift of the fabric. And when Ana casually strolled past her and laid a light palm on her shoulder, Chloe nearly lost all grip on reality.
Today was the big day—the day Rachel and her chosen groom, Kevin, would say their vows.
The entire estate was buzzing with celebratory energy, yet Chloe was growing increasingly uneasy.
The collective anticipation in the air paired with memories of Ana’s bedroom created a suffocating tightness in her chest. Running completely out of breath, she slipped away from the crowd to find a moment of solace to steady her pulse and calm her mind.
She hurried up the stone staircase toward the upper floor, hoping not to run into anyone on the way to her room. Just ten minutes, she told herself. But deep down, she was praying for something else entirely. She was praying to run into…
“Chloe,” a soft, deep voice murmured just as she reached for her doorknob. Ana had stepped out from the shadows.
“Ana,” Chloe laughed nervously, startled. “You scared me.”
Ana’s firm hand pulled her into the dim light of the corridor, pinning her against the wall. For the first time, Ana leaned her full weight against her, letting Chloe feel the heavy press of her body while enveloping her in the intoxicating haze of her perfume.
“You’ve been remarkably obedient today,” Ana whispered, her eyes wide with a dark satisfaction, as if she had been waiting all morning to say it.
Her hand slid down Chloe’s side, checking the hem of her dress. “Knowing you’re completely bare underneath makes me feel exceptionally generous. Tonight, you’ve earned seven licks. Exactly the way you want them.”
Chloe’s heart pounded so violently she could barely draw breath. Ana’s mouth was inches away, her breath sweet and warm.
“I did everything you said,” Chloe breathed out, hoping Ana would finally kiss her.
“Good girl,” Ana said, their lips nearly touching. “You’re going to earn so much more this way.”
Ana’s hands traced over Chloe’s body—no caution left, no restraint. The touch was vivid and urgent, as if Ana truly craved her.
“Kiss me,” Chloe risked asking.
“Not yet,” Ana chuckled softly, her fingers sliding directly over Chloe’s crotch. “Rewards come in order. First, seven long strokes of my tongue over your needy pussy. Tonight, after the reception.”
Through the thin fabric of the dress, her fingers found Chloe’s swollen center and pressed firmly. Chloe let out a loud moan as her throbbing clit was trapped between Ana’s fingers. She gasped for air, smothering a cry just before it escaped her throat, and leaned forward to capture Ana’s lips.
Ana tilted her head back and squeezed harder. The pressure against her heat drove Chloe completely out of her mind.
“Don’t ruin everything you’ve earned just yet,” Ana said, stepping back and resuming her composed posture. “Besides, we have no time. The ceremony is starting.”
Chloe felt her heart drown in disappointment, even as her body burned with unprecedented longing. She couldn’t tell whether Ana was truly interested or merely playing a game that would ultimately leave her empty, desperate, and discarded.
“Ana...” Chloe said, her voice trembling, “this is killing me. I need to know if—”
“Mom! Chloe!”
A voice from downstairs cut through the air. It was Rachel, her tone laced with unmistakable irritation.
“Upstairs, darling,” Ana called out with a calm that chilled Chloe to the bone.
Rachel hurried up the stairs, appearing beside them seconds later.
“I’ve been looking all over the estate for you two, for heaven’s sake! I need you both for the final preparations. My maid of honor and my mother abandoning me on my own wedding day!”
“I’m sorry, Rachel—” Chloe began to stammer, but Ana smoothly cut in: “Chloe had an issue with her zipper. We had to fix it.”
Rachel was too caught up in her own excitement to notice Chloe’s pale face. Ana, meanwhile, adjusted the heirloom bracelet on her wrist with icy composure.
“Well?” Rachel asked, twirling in her elaborate wedding gown and ending with the radiant smile she had practiced in the mirror for this moment.
“You look like a fairytale,” Chloe said, genuinely enchanted.
Simultaneously, she pressed her thighs together to arrest the warm moisture slicking her inner skin from Ana’s previous touch.
“You are stunning, sweetheart. The most beautiful bride our family has ever seen. Come, let’s get the jewelry,” Ana said, taking both young women by the wrist and leading them down the stairs.
Rachel and Chloe matched Ana’s deliberate pace, giggling together—both intoxicated by an anticipation almost too grand for their young hearts to contain.
During the pre-ceremony photos, Ana and Chloe stood flanking Rachel. Ana rested her hand low on Chloe’s hip, exactly where the waistband of her panties would have sat had she been wearing any. It was a silent, possessive reminder of her bare state beneath the dress and who was responsible for it.
Anyone looking at that photograph would see a lovely family portrait, completely blind to the agonizing weight of Ana’s hand against Chloe’s waist.