The rehearsal was at six.
I stood in the thin ivory dress Julian had told me to wear, no panties, his morning load still warm and plugged inside me with the small toy he’d left in the studio last night. Evan smiled at me from the front of the chapel like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted. Julian stood at the back with his camera, professional, quiet, shutter clicking at all the right moments. Every time I shifted, the plug pressed and more wetness leaked into the lining of the dress. I kept my face calm and said my vows to the empty air.
After, Evan went to talk to the coordinator. Julian caught my eye and nodded toward the side door that led to the parking lot. I followed. The second we were behind his van he pushed me against the metal, yanked the dress up, and tugged the plug free
