“No.”
“Not even kiss?”
“Correct.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You should. It was my mother that saw to my chastity. If it were up to me, I’d have shed it long ago.”
I smile as I rip her panties clean off her body. With them out of the way, I spread her lower lips so that I might look upon her pretty pink slit.
“Have you ever thought about sex?”
“Yes.”
“Have you touched yourself?”
“Very little.”
“Have you wondered what it would feel like to have a man lick you?”
She pauses as she considers my words.
Before she answers, I lean forward and kiss her sweet pink pearl, swirling my tongue around the tiny bud. She gasps, and tries to back away, nearly falling from the stool she’s perched on.
I pull away and rise to a stand, towering over her despite the stool.
“Did you like that?” I ask her.
She’s still holding her dress, though her hands are shaking so violently, it’s a wonder it doesn’t tear.
When she doesn’t answer me, I take her chin, directing her gaze to mine. Then I pull out my wedding gift to her, dangling it in front of her face.
It’s a collar, light pink, roughly one centimeter in diameter, with a small heart charm. I hold the charm in front of her so that she can read the inscribed‘Mateo’.
“You’re to wear this always,” I tell her.
“Even during our wedding?” she asks.
“Excuse me?” I say pointedly.
“I mean…understood.”
“It has a lock and key, so you wouldn’t be able to take it off if you tried.”
She nods.
“Good girl,” I tell her as I reach through her hair to secure the necklace around her neck.
“There, now everyone will know you are mine.”
Her cheeks flush crimson, which I decide that I like. I’m going to make her blush a lot.
My phone buzzes, and I look to see a text from Lance.
Lance:DO NOT GO THROUGH WITH THE WEDDING!
I give Ivy a smile before exiting the room to call the riled PI.
