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“Thank you,” I muttered, unable to say much more for fear of humiliation.
Trailing his fingertips softly up and down my arms, he leaned forward, pressing his lips next to my ear. “Mmhmm, I felt like this might help you adjust a bit more.”
“I don't know what to say,” I choked. “I'm kind of speechless, I'm sorry.”
“I will make a deal with you,” he conveyed, holding the veil out in front of me.
Curiously, I tilted my head, staring straight ahead, not daring to turn around.
“If you promise to only remove this when you are outside or I am not home,” he reasoned, “I will let you have a little more freedom here than normal.”
A tear rolled down my cheek when he said the word,Freedom. I began to repeat the word in my head, sighing as it began to set it. It was hard to swallow, but I had to face it. As much as I did not want to admit it, I was unquestionably a prisoner to a man who paid for my body but did not use it.
“What good is a new suit if you purchase it and never wear it?” I challenged him without turning to face him or realizing what had just slipped from my lips.
At this point, I was unsure that I even wanted to see his real face. It is like meeting someone online. You never know what will happen when you are finally face to face with that person. I was undoubtedly in the same position.
What if I saw him and he was nothing like I imagined by his silhouette and scent? What if the man taking my virginity was hideous, causing me to cringe and recoil at his touch? What if the man behind me was in fact sent from heaven and I instantly fell in love with his flawless face?
Before I could think more about it, he gently took my veil from me, placing it back around my head then tying it. He exhaled softly, as if he could read my mind. Caressing my arms, he slowly turned me to face him, but still, I could not focus very well on his appearance.
“What are you saying Isabelle?”
I sighed, “I guess what I mean is--.”
Pausing, I leaned my head a bit, trying to squint. It was useless to try to make out his face. I was only able to see basic shapes. I could tell his lips were curled into a slight smile, but he remained silent as if he did not want me to know.
“Why keep me if you don't intend to use me?” I finally continued.
He lightly trailed his fingers across my shoulder, tenderly pulling my dress strap down my arm.
“Is that what you want?”
I inhaled sharply at his question, unable to move an inch as I gulped.
“You want me to use you like I did the others?” he persisted, taunting me.
Rocking on my heels, I slowly licked my lips, feeling my cheeks warm. “That's not what I mean,” I squeaked.
Pulling me into his body, he leaned his head forward, resting his mouth on the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes tightly, failing any attempt to control my breathing. He was playing with me and he knew it. Pursing his lips, he gently placed a kiss on my sensitive skin.
“Then what exactly are you saying?” he whispered.
“I'm not entirely sure to be honest,” I admitted in a small mumble before declaring confidently, “but I will work off every penny that you paid for me.”
He guffawed, sliding the strap to my dress back up on top of my shoulder. Turning away from me, he placed his hands in his pockets as he looked out at his estate grounds. He appeared in deep thought. Suddenly, he spun back to me, running his hand across his brow in frustration. I rested my fists on my hips, waiting for him to break the silence.
“Do you know how many lifetimes you'd have to work to pay me back for that?” he mused.
Averting my eyes, I folded my arms across my stomach, attempting to suppress the nervousness. “I'm willing to try, Sir.”
Taking two rapid strides over to me, he closed the gap between our bodies. Leaning near my lips he hissed, “I changed my mind. Do not call me that anymore unless you want me to fuck you.”
He had transformed from an ostensibly gentle man to authoritative in an instant. I lifted my head up toward the sky, closing my eyes. My breathing pattern began to shift, becoming shallower while my face became hot as my entire body started to tingle at his words.
He held both of my arms in his palms, slowly running his fingertips up to the straps on my dress. Hooking his finger under both simultaneously, a breath escaped his lips. He began to slide them off the edges of my shoulders while leaning forward closer to my lips.
“Isabelle,” he muttered.
