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She was wearing an open pink satin dressing gown, with a white nightie underneath. The fabric of the nightie was so thin it was almost see-through. He could make out her coral-colored nipples and her panties too. She wasn’t wearing the special bridal underwear he’d bought her. In fact, he could make out her bare pussy, with that lick of blond hair at the top of it. His cock tightened.
“Isaac,” she said with a rigid smile. It felt strange to hear him calling her that, and not “Daddy”.
“Peach,” he said awkwardly. “Can I come in?”
Peach nodded. “Of course.”
She led him into the kitchen and he was surprised by how tidy it looked. Not perfect, but nothing like the mess he’d seen last time he was here.
He set down his leather briefcase on the countertop and took a seat on the stool beside it. “I have some things for you,” he said.
“Isn’t it bad luck to see me the morning of the wedding?” Peach asked.
“Doesn’t feel very unlucky,” Isaac said with a smile. “Feels quite the opposite, actually.”
Peach didn’t smile back. She looked strangely terrified.
“Darling,” he said, “you know, if you’re having second thoughts, I completely understand. I know I got you to sign a bunch of paperwork, but therewasa get-out clause in there. If the idea of marrying me is making you unhappy, then—”
“No,” Peach said quickly. “It’s not that.”
Isaac inwardly sighed with relief. “Then what is it, cupcake?”
“It’s…” Peach wrung her hands. “It’s just what happens afterward.”
Isaac tried to read her expression. Was she worried about him leaving her? Or was she worried that he wouldn’t want to leave?
“Babygirl,” he said, “all this stuff that’s happened between us… it’s been very quick and very intense…” He felt his lips grow dry. “But for me, it’s been a blast. No. That makes it sound unimportant. It’s been…life-changing.”
Peach didn’t look horrified by that idea, but she didn’t look overjoyed either.
“Look,” Isaac said, “it’s important you know that you’re in control here. In terms of our relationshipandour marriage.”
Peach bit her thumbnail. “In control how?”
“Well obviously, in a Dom-sub relationship, there’s an illusion that the Dom is the one who holds all the power. But deep down, it’s the sub who’s in control. You set the limits. As your Dom, I’m here to serve you. If what you want is for a man to take control in the bedroom, that’s what you get. But only if you want it. And only for as long as you want it.”
Peach nodded. “Okay.”
“And as for the marriage… If you’re feeling weird about the idea of a fake wedding, we don’t have to do it, you know. I’d completely understand.” He took a deep breath. “In fact, if you want to have arealrelationship and ditch the wedding, then I’m up for that.”
Peach suddenly looked pale. “I’m just… not sure…”
Isaac nodded. “I think I get it now. You want to get married but you’re not sure about our relationship?”
Peach’s cheeks turned crimson. “I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t like you, Da— I mean, Isaac. I just have to think about how my life is going to change after we… after I get…”
Isaac stood up. “Sweetheart. I understand totally. Honestly. I promise. I’m offering you a huge sum of money. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do something big. There’s no reason why I should factor into your plans. We’ve only known each other five minutes. Like I said, you’re in control. And I respect your decision — whatever it is.”
“Thank you,” said Peach, wiping definite tears from her eyes. “I just… The life coach said… Never mind. It’s all good. I appreciate you coming to talk to me.”
He opened up his leather satchel and began taking out a variety of objects. “On the subject of luck, I brought you a variety of objects which I hope will make you very lucky indeed.”
He lined them up before her.
Something old: a brooch with a picture of a horse on it.
“It was my mother’s,” he told her. “She loved horses.”
