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“Now, babygirl,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Another one?”
He smiled.
*
“You haven’t seen a real sunset until you’ve seen a sunset over Biscayne Bay,” Isaac told her as he pulled out a chair for her.
He had asked his chef to prepare dinner for them out on his deck. Silver domes sat over the plates, and Peach wondered what was going to be under them: warm salad, cold salad, or a mixture of the two?
Peach pulled down her sundress, which barely covered her butt. Isaac had let her change out of the bunny onesie since she was no longer being a bad girl, but he’d ordered her to keep the same cum-soaked panties on. Her sundress, which was another she’d had since she was a teenager, was much too short on her, barely covering her ass, and she felt nervous in it all of a sudden.
“You seem self-conscious around me,” Isaac observed as they both sat. “Like you’re embarrassed of your body.”
Peach smiled nervously. “Well… I am… a bit.”
Isaac frowned. “But why?”
“Well, let’s just say I’m not like all the models you see in magazines.”
“No, you’re not,” said Isaac. “And thank god for that. Your body isreal, Peach Trimble. Your body makes a man feel like a man.”
“Thanks… I think,” said Peach.
“Seriously,” he said. “If I wasn’t doing this whole fake marriage thing with you, then I’d—“ Isaac stopped himself partway through the sentence.
“You’d what, sir?” asked Peach.
“Well, I’d do more than empty my balls on your ass, babygirl.” Isaac looked embarrassed as he said that. An admission that it had really happened.
“So… we can’t do more than that?” Peach asked awkwardly.
“Not unless we want to get ourselves into a giant mess,” Isaac replied. “Once this marriage is over, the quickest way to make it go away is with an annulment. And if we fuck, we’re screwed.”
“I see,” said Peach. It’s not like she entered into this agreement wanting to have sex with Isaac, but she’d gone on a whole rollercoaster of emotions today, and her pussy didn’t seem to want to get off the ride. “But isn’t that just… once we’re married? I mean, if you have sexbeforeyou get married that doesn’t count, does it? You can still get the annulment as long as you don’t have sex after—“
“Sweetheart,” Isaac interrupted her. “The more times I hear you say the word ‘sex’, the more dangerous this thing gets for us. I can promise you now, if I was to put my cock in your pussy, even once, we’d be screwed. Because I just know how hard it would be to stop.”
“Oh,” said Peach, blushing. “Right.”
“Anyway,” said Isaac. “Dinner is served.” He lifted the two big silver domes off their plates.
Peach gasped. “Steak and French fries? I thought it’d be some health food. Thought you were trying to make me into some skinny person for the wedding, with thighs of steel and a flat ass.”
Isaac’s eyes widened. “Fuck, no. I don’t want your appearance to change. Not an inch of it. I just want to make sure I’m looking after your health and wellbeing while I’m your… guardian.”
“Were you about to say Daddy?” Peach teased.
“Would you mind if I did?”
“You know I wouldn’t,” said Peach, biting her lip.
“We should be careful,” said Isaac, suddenly serious. “The situation we’re in is clearly a turn-on. The fact that it’s all so forbidden. We don’t want to mistake anything we’re feeling as being real.”
“Oh,” Peach replied. “No.” She bit on a French fry glumly.
“I have the wedding venue organized,” said Isaac, as they ate. “The invitations are being printed tonight. I thought you might like me to come with me when we deliver them to your friends. Tomorrow, or maybe the day after?”
