Page 41 of Unwillingly His

A woman like her needed rules to follow.

She craved to be a good girl, to be rewarded just as much as she was punished. It was only fair to give her clear-cut rules to follow.

“You are to behave at all times. I don’t even want you talking to another man who might get the idea of spending some time with what belongs to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She said the words, but her eyes went down again.

“It’s not all bad. If you’re a good girl, prove to me that you can be trusted, then I’ll give you an allowance that will be more to your liking. But if you disappoint me, if you fail me, I will strip you of everything you own and toss you out in the cold. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. Please not the cold.”

Her tears were falling down her face now, and she seemed more worried about being cold than homeless. Whatever worked to keep her in line.

“Good. Now, what do you say to your sir?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl.” I stood back up and went to get dressed, standing next to the bed, and letting her watch me. I liked the feeling of her eyes on me. I liked knowing that a woman who was around half my age was still so enthralled with my body.

“What happens after?” she asked.

“After what?”

“After you figure out what went wrong with my father’s finances. Do I just get everything back when I’m twenty-nine, like the judge said?”

There was a hopeful lilt to her words that was actually adorable.

She was hopelessly naive if she thought she was ever going to see a fucking dime of her estate. Her father really did leave her too sheltered.

“No, we will be married by then.”

“What? You said after a respectable amount of time. I thought that would be a few years.”

There was no fucking way I was waiting years to make this treasure truly mine. Another man would snatch her from me before then.

“In six months,” I repeated more firmly, “we will announce the engagement, and you will start planning our wedding. You will be married to me by the end of the year.”

“Why would you want to marry me? You said I don’t have any money. There was nothing of value…”

“Because I have plenty of money. I have power, and I have influence, and it is well past time for me to take another wife. You are destitute, but beautiful and well-bred. So if you can prove that you can be a good, obedient ward, then I will turn you into my perfect submissive trophy wife.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“There’s nothing to understand. I want you to be mine, so you will be mine. You will behave, you will follow the rules, and you will spend every night showing me how grateful you are in this bed. In return, you will have access to whatever you need. Whatever you want, I will have new black Amex cards made with an allowance that I deem appropriate. Currently, you’re at two hundred a month. Prove to me in the next week that you’re a good girl, and I’ll increase it by one hundred percent. Keep behaving, and you’ll get more money.”

“So you’re paying me to sleep with you?”

“No, I don’t pay for sex. I’m incentivizing you to follow the rules. I’m being far more gracious than I have to be. The fact of the matter is that you are going to marry me because that’s what I want. And I always get what I want.” I tucked my shirt into my pants and grabbed the belt, folding it in half and cracking the leather.

She jumped as the loud, sharp snap cut through the early morning air.

“If you misbehave, not only will your cards be taken away, but I will show you what happens to bad girls. Or was one lesson not enough?”

“No, sir. I understand.”

“Good,” I said as I looped the gray and navy-blue silk tie around my neck and slid it under my collar.

“But, what if…” Stella’s words trailed off, and I turned to face her as I tied my tie on with nothing more than muscle memory.

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