James is ready for some alone time with just the two

As the kiss ends, the crowd breaks into applause. James turns and waves, a large smile on his face. Jasper on the other hand, simply stood meekly, James's hand still on his hip.

"Thank you! Thank you! Please, eat drink and be merry! I thank you all, friends and family, for being here for this very important day!"

The applause resurged as Jasper felt himself guided along. The whole world felt surreal. He wasn't Jasper, the small time gambler, trying to make it big...

He was a bride, on her wedding day, being whisked away by her new husband. Every swish of the dress, blink of his eyelashes, click of his heels...it was like he has suddenly been throw into the role of someone else (to be fair, he had).

The doors closed behind the two of them as they exited the hall. James let out a content sigh.

He took Jasper's hands in his. Jasper looked up at him, stunned.

"My beautiful wife..."

What was he supposed to do? It wasn't fair, everything he ever wanted, just...spread out in front of him...and all it would take was...

James guided the star-struck bride along, leading her into the elevator. He hit the key for the penthouse and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently caressing her from behind.

Ding.

The doors opened to a luxurious room, a massive bed, glorious view of the city night out the window, paintings over the walls, expensive stonework...

James could see the wonder on his bride's face. He put his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them.

"And all of this...is yours now."

Jasper couldn't think. It...

James gently began to guide him into the room.

"Now...what say we..."

Jasper felt himself be guided toward the bed and the massive mirror beside it.

A beautiful bride looked back at him. Her stunned expression was like his, but she almost looked...happy.

"...officially make you...my wife."

The zipper of the dress was slowly pulled down his back. Jasper looked on in the mirror as the dress slunk down the beauty in the mirror's shoulders until it fell to the floor, exposing her pure white lingerie and corset. Her skin was dark and smooth, standing out from the ivory of her undergarments. Her garter sat tantalizingly on her thigh, and her hair fell freely over her "breasts" and down her back as James undid her hair.

All it took to never struggle again was...

James scooped his hands under her, lifting his bride into his arms. He gently kissed her neck, making her shiver in anticipation.

To be taken care of...and doted upon...and treated like something to be cherished...and it just meant becoming...

He placed her into the bed where she sat...angelic...beautiful...waiting.

Jasper sat on the bed, clad in only bridal intimates, the white choker, the heels, and the veil.

Everything was within reach. He just had to reach out and become...

Beyond James he could see his reflection.

The young woman in the mirror looked at him...

And she smiled.

James set upon his bride gently but eagerly, starting with kisses from her ankles, slowly up her leg to her thigh. Her eyes rolled in her head and her breaths grew sharp.

He jumped up to her bosom, every touch of his lips eliciting a tiny noise from her. Up and down each breast, over her collarbone, her neck, ears...

And she just quivered underneath him as her breathing got heavier.

Jasper lay there, every kiss sending a tingle up his spine and across his skin. That he shouldn't be enjoying this was becoming more and more silent a thought.

After all...it is only natural for a bride on her wedding day.

Arousal was building in the air, James worked his way down and up her other leg and, knowing what he wanted next moved to...

James froze. His bride looked at him, a puzzled look on his face. She sat up slightly to look at him...but he was too busy looking at her crotch.

She looked down and then blushed, embarrassed. She looked up meekly at James and waited his judgement.