He nodded and left the room.
I was so nervous that I thought I would throw up. I didn't know what to do my mind just felt so frazzled. I rushed to the bathroom and quickly took a shower. From there I went through the process of looking stunning. I dried and straightened my hair until it fell soft and light around my shoulders. I put a bit of blush and some eyeliner and mascara on to highlight my features. I then went into my massive closet to choose a dress for the evening. I wished I would have asked Marcus what Kip's favorite color was, in order to pick such a dress. I settled on a tight yellow dress that hugged my body. Once finished I stood in front of a full length mirror and gaped. I couldn't believe my eyes, I no longer looked like that poor little girl from Australia. I looked classy and sophisticated. I twirled around in front of the mirror and felt pleased with my appearance. I smiled at my reflection and felt ready to go and see Kip.
I took a deep breath and headed downstairs. I walked through the doors to the main dining room where I had eaten most of my meals. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Kip was sitting at the other end of the long gigantic table and dinner seemed to be on the table waiting for my arrival on the other end.
Chapter Nine
Kip
When Grace walked into the dining room and stood before her seating plate I sat in awe of her. I had thought she was stunning in regular clothes when I picked her up at the airport, but she was an absolute vision in that yellow dress. I had never in all my life seen anything so beautiful. She was mouthwatering and I had totally forgot about the food that was sitting before me. Once hungry and waiting, the last thing I cared about in that moment was eating. The yellow dress was probably the best thing that I could have ever purchased the girl; it hugged her fit body tightly and emphasize her beautiful breasts. Every curved was accentuated and her tight, youthful body was made for a dress like that. I almost couldn't wait to take her out with me. When people saw what kind of girl I had on my arm they would envy me even more. Girls like Grace were hard to find in my world, because so many women decided to be fake and plastic. Grace however was all natural and her beauty would only compliment my life. She would be the best accessory that I had ever purchased. Looking at her again, I couldn't believe she only cot me $150,000, she was virtually priceless. I was certainly a lucky guy though not for the reasons that would matter to Grace. Right now I just saw her as the perfect trophy wife. That was more than enough reason to get married. But looking at her right then, my thoughts weren't just on that. I felt lustful looking at her, I could definitely skip dinner entirely to fuck her good. As a virgin I could really fuck her good, give her so many orgasms she wouldn't know what to do. I would be the only man she ever slept with also, she would never want anyone else after I was done with her.
All I could think about was tearing that dress off her in that moment and fucking her right on the table. I would toss aside food, plates, whatever I had to and place her beautiful body down and take her. It was probably time to discuss my arrangement with her. She was probably unsure of what things meant between us and I didn't want her to believe that falling in love and living happily ever after was an option for us. Not that I wouldn't treat her good, but I just didn't believe the rest was possible. We needed each other for different reasons so I had no intention of making her life hell, but I would expect things from her. After we laid down the guidelines for the relationship I may consider fucking her. Yes, there was definitely a very good chance that I would be taking her that night. She was looking so incredible how could I possibly pass up the opportunity to sample my prize? I bet she tasted just as good as she looked. Tasting her pussy would be all the dessert I needed. Damn, I really needed to calm my thoughts down or I would grow hard sitting at the table with her. That would probably not be the best impression to give the girl for our first dinner together.
She sat down at the other end of the table and said simply, “Hey Kip.”
I smiled, amused by her way of addressing me especially in such as formal atmosphere. It was like she thought we were old friends catching up. Or maybe things were just so informal back home where she was from that she really didn't know how to respond in these situations.
“Hi yourself.”
“How was your trip?”
“Well it was all business so I'm afraid it wasn't exciting at all. How was your stay so far?”
“Overwhelming. But I'm getting used to things. You have quite the life here. It's exquisite, dreamlike.”
“Well I want you to enjoy everything that my life has to offer Grace. I want you to be happy here.”
She smiled, “Thank you for your kindness.”
We started eating and it looked like Grace was trying to hold herself back from devouring everything before her. Although she was a charming woman, I thought she could use a few etiquette classes to help her when dining out. She would need to know how to hold her utensils properly when we were at corporate events. She could find herself embarrassed in certain situations without learning a few things. This wasn't Pretty Woman after all, people in my world had expectations or you got shunned. I didn't want to be embarrassed by her and I didn't want her to be embarrassed either. I wanted her to be comfortable in my world and fit in.
“I think that we should discuss the guidelines of our relationship Grace, so that there isn't any confusion here.”
“Guidelines?” Her raised brows worried me slightly. She looked confused.
“Yes I need to know that you have a full understanding of my expectations.”
She just started to nod her head in agreement, not really saying much.
“Okay, great. As I'm sure you know and probably expect we will be married. I assume you are okay with that since you did sign-up to a mail order bride website.”
She nodded.
“I have a very good reason for needing a wife at this stage in my life. I will of course expect you to sign a prenup agreement even though you aren't technically allowed to divorce me, I'm not really taking any chances. That will need to be signed before we are married.”
She just continued to stare at me and I hoped at least she was taking it all in.
“You can of course use some of my money and I will create a bank account for you with $20,000 being added in every month. If I were to ever divorce you, whatever money is in that account will still be yours to keep. I will of course still continue to provide you with things such as clothing, a car, that sort of thing.”
Her eyes grew wide and I smiled warmly to try and calm her down. I was not trying to overwhelm her or make her anxious in any way. I just wanted to lay down the ground rules so that she was not surprised with anything in the future. I was not surprised to see her beautiful blue eyes widen in surprise. I assumed based off the fact that she had signed up for the mail order bride site and came from Indonesia, that she had no money. I knew nothing of her family life. But I assumed that she was not able to provide for herself, otherwise why would she put herself in this position. She had no idea that she would be purchased by a wealthy man, she could have easily been purchased by someone with a good job and a decent savings account. I knew she wasn't after my money, that was the least of my worries when it came to Grace. I was more worried that she was after my heart because if that was the case she would only get hurt and I didn't want that for her.
“On another note, you will be required to have sex with me whenever I want and at any moment. You are also required to have any sort of sex that I'm interested in. Nothing is of limits for us.”
Her eyes grew even bigger if that was possible. I could also understand her reaction as I knew her to be a virgin without any sexual experience. But if we started things out early and it's her only sexual experience than she will only know my experience in the bedroom. I liked the idea of her only knowing me. I would fuck her good, no doubt about that but knowing that she would have only been pleased by me was very appealing indeed. She was all mine.
“Do you mind if we continue this conversation in a second? I really
need to use the bathroom.”
“Sure.”
She exited quickly and I knew that it had everything to do with our conversation and not because she had to use the bathroom. Hopefully she would come back and be okay with the arrangement.
Chapter Ten
Grace
My head swam as I went into the bathroom unsure of whether the little food I ate was about to come up. I leaned against the bathroom counter and stared into the mirror at myself. What the hell had I got myself into? It was becoming clear that Kip was not interested in a traditional marriage and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it. Would he never love me? Would we just be strangers our whole lives like two ships passing through the night. It was terrifying to think so. I couldn't understand why he wasn't interested in falling in love and having a real life together. I understood the prenup completely, many people did such things, plus I had never wanted his money, I had just wanted a new life away from my parents. Coming to America alone was a dream come true, the rest was just a bonus. I had everything that I could ever ask for in regards to the comforts of life, I couldn't imagine what I would need my own account for. The only plus side was that if Kip ever did decide to divorce me then I would have enough to start over with and would never have to return to my parents. I would have enough for an apartment, money to go back to school, I would still have that fresh start in life and that was worth a lot to me. I had no friends in San Francisco and I wondered if that would ever change. I could possibly spend money on entertaining myself with them, still it seemed like an awful lot of money.
Looking at myself in the mirror I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Did he not find me interesting enough? Would I bore him? Is that why he wasn't interested in a real life with me? I had assumed, wrongly of course, that he had been looking for a companion, someone to spend time with and eventually fall in love with. How wrong could I have been. There had been no mention of growing close or even getting to know one another. Well except for in the bedroom, I had a feeling that I was about to get to know Kip really well in the bedroom. I knew that he obviously found me attractive since he planned on having sex with me every which way. So attraction for him certainly wasn't an issue. Ugh!
I shook my head, no that I could not think about for the moment. That was a lot of information that I didn't even understand for the most part. I couldn't even believe he had said half of that stuff to me, it was just too bizarre.
My god, $20,000 a month? What would I even do with that kind of money. My clothing, food and living expenses were paid for; what did I even need that money for? A couple of hundred dollars would have plenty for me to use in a month. I didn't need that kind of money, it seemed obscene. I really had no idea what it was like to be a wealthy person. Maybe everything was really expensive.
Nothing was off-limits with the kind of sex he wanted? Any moment of any time? Holy fuck.
My heart was almost beating out of my chest, it was pitter patting at a speed that made my head spin and I started to feel a little crazy. I had no idea what to think about the sex life he was speaking about. What exactly did no limits even mean? What kind of sex was this guy into? Did I even want to know? Would I like it, or would I pretty much hate every moment of it?
I had no experience, he knew that. I was hoping that we could have even eased into things slowly but by the sounds of things he could 'take' me at any moment. Was I ready for that? Did I have a choice but to be ready for that? I had just assumed that we would wait until we were married, not for any religious reason, just the fact that it just made sense since we were virtually strangers. But we were clearly not on the same page and I had to wonder if I would be in Kip's bed tonight. That thought only made my heart beat even faster. I didn't know how to handle any of this, I had no experience with a man. I was not only a virgin but I hadn't even dated men before. My parents forbid me too, not that there was a lineup of men dying to date a poor girl. Even if there was my parents would never have allowed such a thing. Oh, if they could only see me now. Rich and about to be ravaged by a complete stranger. It would completely blow their minds. That at least put a smile on my face momentarily.
It's not like I didn't assume that I would have sex with Kip, I wasn't dumb. I knew that I was going to have sex with the guy, he had obviously bought me to be his wife, why wouldn't he have sex with me? But still...nothing was off limits? I wasn't entirely sure what exactly he meant but I knew enough about sex that it could go in areas I had never even thought of...literally. I thought in this arrangement that I would have at least had a say in what kind of sex that I would have, that I would be able to say no if I wanted to. He was a handsome guy, maybe I wouldn't want to but getting the choice sure would have been nice. Falling in love would have been really nice as well. Was it possible that I could still get him to fall in love with me somehow. Trick him into letting his guard down long enough to feel something for me? I doubted it, his 'guidelines' had pretty much stipulated that I had been purchased for one reason and one reason only.
Staring at my reflection I knew that I was going to have to agree to it though, all of it, because there was no way I was ever going back to live with my parents in Indonesia. I couldn't bear to go back there, especially now that i had been officially missing for days. They were probably already looking for me...or celebrating...either way they knew I was gone. If I came back with my tail between my legs there would be hell to pay, especially if they were celebrating this whole time. No, I could never go back, that was totally out of the question. I knew that if I said no to his requests that he would send me packing. He had no feelings for me, so why would he care what happened to me. I would probably be on the next flight home, flying coach, faster than I could say goodbye. The thought made me shudder involuntarily.
No I had to do this, for my freedom, for the chance at a better life. I had a word of opportunities by being with Kip. I looked at myself sternly in the mirror, you can do this Grace! I know I could, I could be the woman that he wanted. I just knew it.
I straightened out the wrinkles on my dress that was not hugging my tight little frame. I had to admit I did look good. Could I really blame the guy for wanting to have sex with me? Is that what they all wanted to do? I couldn't exactly fault the guy for that could I?
Just as I was about to leave the bathroom a thought occurred to me. He mentioned having a reason to need a wife at this stage in his life. What was his reason for wanting a wife? I caught my eye again in the mirror as nervousness flooded in once again.
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