“Are you insane? That doesn’t sound like a marriage that sounds like a…a, I don’t know what the hell it sounds like.”
“Get back her Isabella.” I didn’t raise my voice at her retreating back, but the force in it brought her up short and she turned back to me with wide searching eyes. She was scared I could tell, scared and yes, intrigued.
She took her sweet time getting back to me, “sit.” She fell into my lap with a pout. By now I was trying to ignore my hardening cock that had been on the rise since she first sat on my lap.
The shirt covered her ass while she stood but rode up a little as she sat and the bare expanse of her legs only enticed me to find out what laid beneath, it would be so easy to raise the shirt above her hips and drive my hand into the deep v of her thighs, but not yet.
When I finally do take her, I want a bed beneath us, for the first fuck at least.
I adjusted her position so that her fine ass was right on top of my cock and spread her legs a little with mine so that I could feel the heat of her pussy through the silk of her underwear. Her sharp inhale of breath told me she felt me.
Ten seconds later the squirming begun but I ignored it.
“As I was saying; I don’t expect you to remember all the new rules right away, so for your sake I’ve written them all down.”
I chose that moment to trail my fingertips slowly up her thigh to just beneath the tail of the shirt. She ground her ass into my cock subtly, but I felt it.
“We will go through each point until you understand and accept. Just know that your acceptance is only needed for your own security. Any failure to comply with each and every one of my rules will result in some form of punishment to be decided by me.
When it comes to that, your punishments, all you need to know is that I will never maim, break or sever any part of your body. But there might be times when the punishment is so severe there’s lasting pain; that will depend on you.
She’d opened her legs wider on her own accord and was now leaning back into my chest. I sniffed her neck before running my free hand around the open collar of the loosely fitting shirt. My first feel of her pert breast had me hissing even as I rocked my hips and pressed her down harder on my meat.
“Go bring my briefcase from over there.” It took her a minute to catch what I said and she looked over her shoulder at me with glazed over eyes and trembling lips. A slight nod of my head soon had her doing my bidding, and she crossed the room on shaky legs.
There was a wet spot on the back of her shirt right where the junction of her thighs met. I wasn’t faring much better myself as I felt my cock twitch beneath the material of my slacks.
She brought over the briefcase and stood in front of me. “Open it, it’s not locked.” She had to put it down on the floor to flip the top open. “Take out the jewelry box please.”
She lifted it out and I opened it, retrieving the collar I kept there. “Kneel.” With uncertainty she knelt between my feet. I showed her the correct posture before carrying on. “Look at it well babygirl.”
It was a platinum infinity collar with diamond connectors. “I’ve chosen this style because of its discretion, only those in the know will know that this is more than a pretty little bauble. Bow your head.” I locked it in place around her neck and kissed her hair before lifting her chin. “Now the other one.”
***
In the case was a matching anklet with a minor addition to it. I’d had a heart charm with my name engraved attached. “Give me your left leg babygirl.” She sat on the floor and lifted her leg to my thigh so I could put it on her.
With the soft click of the clasp I felt my heart finally settle. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” I played with the anklet letting my fingers tease her warm flesh.
“Do you know what these things represent babygirl?” She shook her head as her eyes followed the movement of my fingers that were now blazing a path from her ankle to her crotch.
“They mean that I own you, you are now the sole property of Zared Costakis. Mine to do with as I please.” I didn’t miss the wild beating of the pulse in her throat.
“Do not let that scare you love, all it means is that you will be cherished above all women, you will never know fear again because that too now belongs to me. Kiss me.”
Chapter 7
I got to my knees in front of him not quite sure what was going on. The words he spoke left me feeling scared and excited at once. I’d never heard of such a thing but maybe this is how marriage was for some? All I know is that my heart was about to expire and my breath was not far behind.
I lifted my face, suddenly dying for the feel of his lips again. When he lowered his head towards me to meet my trembling lips I held my breath. I maybe green as a stump when it comes to whatever this was but I know that look. I'd dreamt of it often enough, that now when I'm faced with it, it made my knees weak and my heart flutter.
I closed my eyes and sank into his lips, his mouth opened under mine and his tongue teased mine until my secret places were saturated with wet heat. Rubbing my thighs together only seemed to make it worse and I was almost at the point of begging. He seemed to know this as he took his lips away and held me away from him so he could stare down at me.
“Not yet babygirl there’s one more thing left for now, we have to do this before I touch you, I have to know…to be sure that you can do this.”
“Anything I’ll do whatever you want…”
“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” I hadn’t realized that I’d started to cry until he wiped the tears from my eyes.
“Now this is a tad bit unconventional. Usually, I would’ve given these to you a few weeks in advance and have you study them until you were ready. But circumstances being what they are, we’ll do it this way for necessity’s sake. Hop on back up here.” He tapped his thigh and I was only too happy to comply. It was as if I couldn’t breathe without his touch.
He removed a leather folder, which held a sheaf of papers next from his briefcase and placed them in my hands, which were now shaking. There was some sort of crest on the folder that I didn’t recognize but I didn’t have time to dwell on that as I caught sight of the first words on the very expensive looking paper that also had the crest embossed in the background.
My knees started to shake as I read to myself. “Out loud if you please.” I looked at him quickly before turning my attention back to the paper.
“I will submit…to my mas…master in all things.” I had to swallow really hard there; master? Submit?
“Carry on.” He rubbed my ass through the shirt and I lost my train of thought for a split second. As soft pinch soon brought me back to my senses though.
“I will always show the deepest and sincerest respect for my master.”
“I will do only those things that I know pleases my master.”
“I will serve him with diligence whether he be present or not.”
“I will put nothing and no one before my master and his needs, my only purpose is to serve him.”
“I will wear the jewelry my master gave me as a symbol of my position in life, that of his sole property.” I touched the beautiful choker around my neck as it dawned on me that it meant a lot more than I’d first thought.
There was a weird sense of calm enveloping me as I read down the list of rules he had set forth. Things that I usually would fight against I now found myself relishing.
It could be because he never stopped touching me as I read, or that my body was on fire and there wasn’t enough oxygen going to my brain, but the more I read the less confusing and demoralizing it became.
There was really no huge difference between this and what had been before, well except for one small thing; he now owned me and whereas in the past I got away with a warning or in some instances grounding, the punishments listed had a rather heavy sexual overtone. Like not wearing clothes or wearing clothes that had been altered as a sort of punishment for certain misdeeds.
He’d even added in
there that I had to take a picture of what I was wearing for the day before I left the house if I left for school after him. Weird, but somehow, I don’t know, it gave me a sense of being treasured.
“I will follow the rules set down in this contract to the best of my ability.”
He passed me the Mont Blanc that he retrieved from his briefcase. “Sign it.”
I thought I’d play with him a little just to see what he would do. “Shouldn’t that be my choice?”
“No, it’s mine.”
Oh man. My hand shook as I took the pen, and resting the contract on the binder that had held it, signed my name on the dotted line.
“Very good babygirl.” He kissed me before replacing the binder in the briefcase. “Now for some lunch, in the bedroom you will find clothes that I’ve chosen for you to wear.” He stood me up and got to his feet behind me. Taking my elbow in his hand he led me to the bedroom. I kept sneaking peeks at him out the corner of my eye.
***
This was a Zared that I never knew existed, the whole atmosphere had changed already and I felt just a little out of my depth. In the bedroom he walked towards the closet and threw the doors back. Inside I saw lines and lines of clothing with their tags still on them.
He walked deeper into the closet and ran his fingers through a line of clothes before choosing a short cotton dress with a synched bodice and no sleeves. “You will wear this, it will show off your collar beautifully.”
He chose a pair of heeled strap-up sandals to go with the dress and took everything over to the bed. I was suddenly very nervous standing there in front of him. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now, how I was supposed to act.
The day had certainly turned out different to anything I’d expected that’s for sure. Not only was I his wife, from everything that had just transpired in the last hour or so, it seemed I was now his property. That contract seemed more binding somehow than the ring around my finger, or the license the man had had us sign after the short ceremony earlier.
I could only look up at him as he pushed his shirt down off my shoulders. For all my brave talk, I was really very shy about my body. No one has ever seen me naked before and I worried that he might find me lacking somehow. I’ve seen the women he preferred after all, and for all that they were air headed bimbettes with nary a brain cell to share between the lot of them; they had all been extremely beautiful.
“Don’t deny me what’s mine babygirl, show yourself to me.” In the case for self- preservation, I’d grabbed the front of my shirt to stop it falling any lower. At his gruffly spoken words, I released it with a sigh of resignation. It wasn’t my fault he’d bought a pig in a poke. And if he said anything insulting I’d blacken his eye. Oh shit, I’d better stop thinking like that, that was sure to get my ass heated up again and I could certainly do without that little adventure anytime soon thank you very much.
I closed my eyes as the shirt hit the floor, leaving me standing there in just my high cut panties. My dress didn’t have any straps and I hadn’t worn a bra. “I could spank your ass again for even contemplating showing him this.”
My eyes flew open when I felt his breath on my neck. He ran his nose from my shoulder to just beneath my ear and my whole body broke out in goose bumps. I heard what sounded like a kitten’s cry when he nipped my ear with his teeth, but soon realized it was I making that sound.
When he pulled me into his chest, I thought for sure I would die on the spot. My hardened nipples rubbed against the soft cotton of his shirt as he lowered his hands and cupped my ass, pulling my lower body into his.
What in the hell was that? I almost blurted out that question when I felt what felt like the thick end of a baseball bat press into my middle. My mouth went dry and I started to hyperventilate at the thought of what that thing could do to me.
“Shh, it’s okay, there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, I’ll take care of you always. Now why don’t you go clean up in the bathroom and I’ll get changed and we’ll go have a late lunch, or an early dinner?” He checked the Rolex on his hand before tapping my ass cheek with the flat of his hand and giving me a little nudge towards the en suite bath.
I felt brave enough to take a quick peek over my shoulder and sure enough he was checking out my ass again. In the bathroom I took a deep breath and looked in the vanity mirror. I had the biggest grin on my face.
Sure all that contract thing and dom/sub reference was a bit alarming for me. I’d never really heard about it before, not in real life anyway. But if I get him in the deal there’s pretty much nothing I wouldn’t do. I felt real excitement course through me for the first time in a very long time. Zared was mine.
Wait a minute; did he still plan on seeing other people? He hadn’t said anything about…”Hey are you planning on seeing that twit Sonja while we’re married?” I’d stormed out of the bathroom before giving it too much thought. He’d been in the process of taking off his shirt and oh hell on fire.
I’ve never seen his naked chest, in all these years he’s been very careful not to be anything but respectably dressed in my presence, except some mornings when he was still in his robe; but even then he’d been sure to keep himself well covered.
The large ink drawing on his chest made every other thought fly out of my head. He’d stopped what he was doing to look at me on my entrance. “Come here.” he turned to fully face me and I think I swallowed a gallon of saliva. Who was he?
I stumbled my way towards him on trembling knees. Hid finger under my chin brought me back to the here and now, and if he’d said anything in the interim I didn’t hear a peep.
“First, you will never approach me in that manner again. If you need to ask me a question you will approach me with respect and never in an accusatory way, understood?”
I nodded my head dumbly, still trying to grasp the fact that he had a tattoo. The staunch stalwart Zared Costakis was inked; will wonders never cease?
“Now to answer your question babygirl, yes it is true that some who prefer my lifestyle do have more than one sub/wife,” I drew in a deep breath at the pain that caused, until he lifted my chin again and looked down into my already watering eyes. “But that’s not for us, one because it’s not what I want, and two, because I know it would hurt you if I did.”
“Now I’m confused, doesn’t the dom/sub thing mean that you get to do whatever you want regardless of what I feel?” His thumb caressed my cheek and he lowered his head for a quick taste of my lips.
“On the contrary little one, a true dom respects and cherishes his sub, and sees to her every need. Don’t think about it too much now, you’ll learn as we go and I’m always here to answer any questions you have. Just know that there will be no one else in my bed but you. Now go do what I told you to.”
I stole one last peek at that tattoo before making my way back to the bathroom. I spent a few minutes studying my new jewelry, especially the anklet with his name on it. It was funny that I got more of a warm fuzzy feeling from that and the choker than from the ring on my finger.
***
When I was dressed and ready I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to return. He’d gone to make use of the other shower and was now coming back with a towel around his hips and one rubbing the water from his hair. What was he trying to do to me? I always knew he was cut but damn. All of that was mine? It was too much for my poor heart to take.
I felt myself getting wet again and reminded myself to find a pharmacy or convenience store the first chance I get. Somewhere in this paradise somebody must be selling panty liners, I was going to need them by the truckload.
“I’ll be ready in five babygirl.” He kissed me on the head before disappearing into the closet. When he came out some time later I found myself feeling suddenly shy in his presence. We were about to go out into the world for the first time as husband and wife or…
“What do I call you?” I remembered to ask the question in a polite manner even keeping my head down. Again he lifted my chin.<
br />
“You can look at me when you talk babygirl unless I say otherwise. As to what you call me that’s up to you but Zared is fine, for now. There will be times when you call me something else, you’ll know when that is.” I’m not sure I trusted that smirk of his.
He took us down to the garage where he kept a slew of luxury boy toys. My fingers itched to get my hands on one of them; that’s one of my guilty pleasures, fast cars. And something that we’ve butted heads over in the past. Not the cars themselves, but what I do once I get behind the wheel.
“Don’t even think about it, the roads here are not like at home. One day before we leave I’ll take you out and let you speed to your little heart’s content, but only when I’m with you.”
“Yes sir.” Oh shit, where did that come from? It was almost subconsciously done. He didn’t make a big deal of it and I relaxed as he led me to a red Lamborghini.
Chapter 8
The place he chose was already bustling with people and I squared my shoulders as we were led to our table. Zared hasn’t stopped touching me since we left the house. In the car he held my hand, when he wasn’t clasping my thigh like he owned it, which he did. Now he kept his hand in the small of my back, his thumb teasing the soft flesh that was left exposed by the diamond cutout in the back of my dress.
After we were seated and the waiter brought over our menus, he took my free hand in his, again with the thumb, only this time he was tracing patterns in my palm. Talk about sexual overload, I was going to combust before the day was over.
“Your pulse is racing again babygirl calm down.” Was he insane? Did he have nay idea what this was all doing to me, how did he expect me to remain calm? I don’t think I’d ever know that emotion again, not as long as he kept up his assault on my senses.
“You won’t be needing that.” I’d opened up my menu but stopped at his words. He had his head down as he read over the choices. I’d seen enough to know that the place was very expensive and that the menu was written in French.
The Guardian Page 3