“Well, we’ve never actually met. I’ve never even talked to her either, but that’s fairly typical as far as arranged marriages go from what I’m told. I’ve seen her picture though. She’s really pretty. I’m looking forward to getting to know her after the wedding tomorrow,” he replied.
“I see,” I answered. “Do you know if she’s objected to the arrangement at all?”
“As far as I’m aware, she hasn’t. Neither of us were really consulted about it, which is typical in any case.”
“Were either of you threatened into it?”
“No, it was just expected of us. Nothing more than that.”
“Thank you, Tony. I appreciate your candor.”
“It’s no problem at all. Will I see you at the wedding tomorrow?” he asked.
“Probably not, but I wish you all the best,” I replied.
“Thanks, man,” he said.
“Have a good rest of your evening, Tony,” I added.
“I will,” he answered, and I hung up the phone.
I sat back and drummed my fingers against the wooden surface of my desk. She’d been telling the truth, mostly anyway. Her father had threatened her, but her husband-to-be wasn’t that kind of man. To me, he was a pretty laid-back kind of guy who wasn’t really interested in the dealings of the family business. If anything, Keri would be the one who wore the pants in that relationship. With a sigh, I looked at her picture once more.
She was a gorgeous little thing, that was certain. When she’d batted her eyes at me and leaned forward so I could catch a peek at her young form, I’d noticed. I’d have to be dead not to. Even now, my cock was hard as I thought about her naked on her knees in front of me as she begged to suck me off.
Fuck. No, I couldn’t do that.
She was young, innocent, and most likely a virgin. She wasn’t the type of woman that I wanted in my bed.
I liked my women submissive and just a little bit naughty, enough so that they needed to be taken over my knee and taught a lesson that only Daddy could teach them. My fingers twitched. It had been quite some time since I’d taken a woman in hand. There was one very different thing about every one of those women. They’d all been willing to obey Daddy from the start, even if that meant a painful trip over my knee when they had earned one.
With a sigh, I forcibly shoved my sordid thoughts from my head and pushed myself up from my desk chair. I would confront her about her tall tale. I would take care of her father because no one threatened me and got away with it, but other than that, I didn’t know what I was going to do about her yet.
I returned to my study to see her sitting on my couch, twiddling her fingers as she waited for me to return. Her rather obvious nerves were borderline cute, and I found myself just watching her before she realized that I’d come back. Finally, I cleared my throat rather noisily and she jumped anxiously at the same time that she jerked her head toward mine.
“I made a few calls and found out some rather intriguing information regarding your father and your fiancé, Keri,” I began.
“Will you help me?” she asked.
“Your father is not a kind man, is he?” I said softly.
“No. He isn’t,” she replied sadly. She chewed her lip anxiously and I found it endearing.
“Tell me more about him,” I pressed. I wanted her to open up a bit more to me and I also wanted to understand the differences in her behavior when she was telling me the truth versus when she was telling me a lie.
“Growing up, he sent me away to expensive private academies so that he didn’t have to deal with me. He’s always had a tendency toward violence, but it’s never been directed at me before today. My mother has always taken the brunt of it,” she explained.
“He abused her?”
“Yes. She covered it up well with makeup tricks she learned on the internet,” she said. Her mother must have really done a good job after all, because nothing in my background report indicated even a hint of domestic violence within the Esposito family. If anything, he’d painted himself as a man who put family above all the rest.
“He was never particularly nice to me and recently he’s been downright mean whenever I’ve wavered about making a decision with the wedding planning,” she added.
“I see. Tell me about Anthony now. I want to understand more about your husband-to-be,” I requested. I didn’t tell her that I already knew the answer. I wanted to observe her as she dug herself even deeper into her mistruths.
“I haven’t spent as much time with him admittedly,” she started, and I smirked at the tendril of honesty in her words. The flow of her words slowed, and her body language grew a bit more tense. It soon became obvious that she was avoiding my gaze by looking every which way except straight at me. Finally, she settled on keeping her eyes on the floor.
“From what I’ve been able to gather, he’s demanding, and he takes after his father. He’s a bully and he’s dangerous. I hear he’s not afraid to use his fists to send a message,” she explained. She didn’t use specifics and if I pressed harder for them, I knew she would falter. I didn’t want to expose her that way. I wanted her to figure out that I knew she was lying about her fiancé first.
