Page 40 of Unwillingly His

I really should not have spent all day fucking, but a day between her thighs was hard to pass up.

It was tempting to do it again, but some plans needed to be made, and I needed to make sure she understood exactly where she stood in this situation.

It was going to be far easier for me if she behaved.

And I just didn’t have the time to deal with a spoiled little girl throwing temper tantrums.

I got out of the shower with the towel wrapped low around my waist and went back to my room to dress for the day.

Stella was sitting up now, the blankets pulled tight over her body like they could somehow erase the intimate knowledge I already possessed.

“What happens now?” she asked, her voice low and timid.

“When we are in this room alone, you will refer to me as sir.”

I hadn’t planned on making that a rule, but something about the way she moaned it while I was balls-deep inside of her or the way she said it as I was spanking her was just so unbelievably hot. I wanted to hear the words from her lips constantly. There was no way I was going to let that go.

“Why?”

I looked at her, raising my eyebrow, the only warning she was going to get. There wasn’t time to properly spank her again this morning, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Why, sir?” she repeated, a tint of red coloring the tops of her cheeks.

I think she liked it too.

“Because it pleases me. That’s all you really need to know.”

“Okay, sir.” She took a moment while I went to the closet to get my suit for the day.

I grabbed a suit that was a particular favorite. It was one of many that I had made on Saville Row. All my suits were custom-made and from the finest materials, in the English style. But this one with the wool blend in the dark grey check was always my favorite when dealing with the Irish mob.

The single-breasted jacket was unmistakably English. Even the subtle grey check pattern spoke of refined British taste. It always irked the Irish, even if they didn’t know why. It never failed to knock them off their game and give me the upper hand.

“What happens now?” Stella finally worked up the nerve to ask.

“Whatever I want to happen, baby girl. But as far as my plans with you, I’m going to sort through the financial mess your father left you in, and you’re going to spend every night in this room grateful for the opportunity. In public, you’re going to act like the most gracious and thankful little ward anyone has ever seen. If anyone asks you, you are to tell them that your father trusted me to ensure your future, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered obediently, making my cock stir.

“In private, you’re going to be my perfect little submissive baby girl. You are going to do as you’re told at all times, without complaint. You are going to sleep in this bed every single night and let me take you however I please, and you are going to be grateful for it. Or I’m going to continue punishing you until you’re grateful for it anyway.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice cracking as tears filled her eyes.

“After a respectable amount of time, we will announce our engagement.”

“But—”

I crossed the room and snatched her chin, tilting her head back. “Was that an objection?”

She bit her lip then shook her head.

“Good. And you are going to follow the rules. At all times. Is that clear?”

“What rules?”

“The rules I am making just for you.”

I hadn’t thought of any rules, but it was a good idea.

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