“Have you found any style that you like yet?” I asked, trying to get her to open up.
“Not really. Some things here and there,” she answered while looking at me. Not only could I see, but also feel, as her eyes took me in. “I don’t know if the mark should be covered or not.”
I could hear the question in her statement, and I was quick to answer. “That’s up to you. Everyone will know you are mine either way. I will be marrying you, Avidya Ray, and no one will dare question it.”
“You’ll find something,” I declared after a brief pause, knowing that she’d find the perfect one soon enough.
“So . . what do you expect of me?” Avidya asked out.
“I’ve told you,” I said, glancing at her. “To be who you want to be. If you like to cook, then cook. If you want to find a hobby, do so.”
“I mean, what do you want me to do? I’ve always been told what I should be doing if I wasn’t already,” she said.
“Be yourself,” I answered. “I don’t expect anything from you. I want to live as one together. I’d like each of us to bring the other one up, helping with stresses and all that.” I paused, letting that sink in before I went on. “I’d still love to teach you how pleasurable it will be to be my wife, but I can wait until you are ready for that step. As I have told you, I am a Dominate and I like certain things a certain way sometimes but we will discuss that at length when you are ready.”
“Oh,” she responded, still in thought. I knew it’d take time. It had only been a few days that she’d been in my house, and I hadn’t demanded anything, let alone asked. I purposely left out that we’d have to consummate our marriage the night after the wedding, knowing it’d possibly bring up more unsettled issues.
Was she possibly feeling like she needed to do something? I thought it was pretty laid out, although thinking of how submissives have behaved in the past, mostly to draw my attention, Avidya wasn’t like that. No, she needed some sort of routine, as she obviously grew up with one. Maybe that’s what I needed to do to make her more comfortable.
It didn’t take long for us to get back home, thankfully, and without any tagalongs. It wasn’t often when someone would try to trail me, trying to figure out any weakness I had.
Avidya shot me a small, shy smile as she walked into the house before stating she was going to go look through the journals a bit more.
