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“Hmmph,” said Peach, sticking out her bottom lip.
That wasn’t a good sign. Was she a messy Little? Isaac hated it when things weren’t in their rightful place.
“Those aren’t the only rules,” said Isaac. “I want you to make sure you exercise for at least an hour every day, and that you spend at least two hours in Little Space.”
Peach frowned. “Why? What does that matter to you?”
Isaac gave her a stern look. “My house, my rules, young lady. I won’t have a Little coming to stay on my turf and neglecting her basic needs.”
Peach burst out laughing. “Gosh, you really are a Daddy.”
Isaac felt his spine stiffen. “Yes. Well. Those are the rules.”
“And if I break them?” Peach asked.
He could have sworn she just wiggled her butt at him, but surely she wouldn’t do that. He wasn’t going to spank her. That would be crossing a line. He’d have to deliver other punishments. Less intimate ones. He tried to stop looking at her definitely-not-wiggling butt.
“You’ll find out if you break the rules,” he said, trying to focus. “Although my advice would be not to break them in the first place.” He reached into his pocket. “Here. One last thing.”
He handed Peach a contract. She looked at it like it was a snake about to bite her.
“It’s alright,” he said. “It’s there to protect you.”
Peach took the paperwork and Isaac noticed that her hands were shaking. “It feels so real all of a sudden.”
“It’s as real as our marriage is fake,” he replied. He pointed at the paper. “I just need you to sign here, saying that you agree to marry me. That we won’t engage in sexual intercourse so we can get the marriage annulled. And that I’ll give you ten million dollars. Five once we’re married. Five once we’re divorced.”
“Ten million,” Peach echoed, as if in a trance. “I don’t even… I can’t…”
“Thatiswhat we agreed, isn’t it?“ said Isaac. He hoped she wasn’t trying to squeeze him for more money. His offer was more than generous.
“No, yes, it’s just… I think, honestly, this is all too much,” Peach said. “The house, the personal shopper, and all of this stuff. I really don’t need half as much as you’re giving me. I feel bad.”
Isaac narrowed his eyes at her. “We’re going to have to work on that,” he said. “I’ll add a therapist to your list of staff.”
“No, please!” said Peach. “Stop giving me extra stuff! It’s too much!”
Isaac shook his head. “Business is business, kiddo. Take what I’m offering or the deal’s off.”
Peach cocked her head to one side. “Why are you doing all this for me?”
Because you’re a Little.
Because I’m a Daddy Dom.
Because looking after your needs makes me feel good.
Isaac didn’t say anything, just reached into his pocket again and pulled out something small and round and silver.
“You’d better wear this,” he told her. “Make it official.”
He took hold of her hand and slid the engagement ring onto her finger. A fourteen-carat princess-cut diamond sat in the center of it, its sparkle so full of promise.
“Is that thing real?” asked Peach warily.
“Of course,” said Isaac. “Got to make the engagement believable.”
“What if I lose it?” Peach asked.
