The Guardian(10)

He’d even added in there that I had to take a picture of what I was wearing for the day before I left the house if I left for school after him. Weird, but somehow, I don’t know, it gave me a sense of being treasured.

“I will follow the rules set down in this contract to the best of my ability.”

He passed me the Mont Blanc that he retrieved from his briefcase. “Sign it.”

I thought I’d play with him a little just to see what he would do. “Shouldn’t that be my choice?”

“No, it’s mine.”

Oh man. My hand shook as I took the pen, and resting the contract on the binder that had held it, signed my name on the dotted line.

“Very good babygirl.” He kissed me before replacing the binder in the briefcase. “Now for some lunch, in the bedroom you will find clothes that I’ve chosen for you to wear.” He stood me up and got to his feet behind me. Taking my elbow in his hand he led me to the bedroom. I kept sneaking peeks at him out the corner of my eye.





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This was a Zared that I never knew existed, the whole atmosphere had changed already and I felt just a little out of my depth. In the bedroom he walked towards the closet and threw the doors back. Inside I saw lines and lines of clothing with their tags still on them.

He walked deeper into the closet and ran his fingers through a line of clothes before choosing a short cotton dress with a synched bodice and no sleeves. “You will wear this, it will show off your collar beautifully.”

He chose a pair of heeled strap-up sandals to go with the dress and took everything over to the bed. I was suddenly very nervous standing there in front of him. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now, how I was supposed to act.

The day had certainly turned out different to anything I’d expected that’s for sure. Not only was I his wife, from everything that had just transpired in the last hour or so, it seemed I was now his property. That contract seemed more binding somehow than the ring around my finger, or the license the man had had us sign after the short ceremony earlier.

I could only look up at him as he pushed his shirt down off my shoulders. For all my brave talk, I was really very shy about my body. No one has ever seen me naked before and I worried that he might find me lacking somehow. I’ve seen the women he preferred after all, and for all that they were air headed bimbettes with nary a brain cell to share between the lot of them; they had all been extremely beautiful.

“Don’t deny me what’s mine babygirl, show yourself to me.” In the case for self- preservation, I’d grabbed the front of my shirt to stop it falling any lower. At his gruffly spoken words, I released it with a sigh of resignation. It wasn’t my fault he’d bought a pig in a poke. And if he said anything insulting I’d blacken his eye. Oh shit, I’d better stop thinking like that, that was sure to get my ass heated up again and I could certainly do without that little adventure anytime soon thank you very much.

I closed my eyes as the shirt hit the floor, leaving me standing there in just my high cut panties. My dress didn’t have any straps and I hadn’t worn a bra. “I could spank your ass again for even contemplating showing him this.”

My eyes flew open when I felt his breath on my neck. He ran his nose from my shoulder to just beneath my ear and my whole body broke out in goose bumps. I heard what sounded like a kitten’s cry when he nipped my ear with his teeth, but soon realized it was I making that sound.

When he pulled me into his chest, I thought for sure I would die on the spot. My hardened nipples rubbed against the soft cotton of his shirt as he lowered his hands and cupped my ass, pulling my lower body into his.

What in the hell was that? I almost blurted out that question when I felt what felt like the thick end of a baseball bat press into my middle. My mouth went dry and I started to hyperventilate at the thought of what that thing could do to me.

“Shh, it’s okay, there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, I’ll take care of you always. Now why don’t you go clean up in the bathroom and I’ll get changed and we’ll go have a late lunch, or an early dinner?” He checked the Rolex on his hand before tapping my ass cheek with the flat of his hand and giving me a little nudge towards the en suite bath.

I felt brave enough to take a quick peek over my shoulder and sure enough he was checking out my ass again. In the bathroom I took a deep breath and looked in the vanity mirror. I had the biggest grin on my face.

Sure all that contract thing and dom/sub reference was a bit alarming for me. I’d never really heard about it before, not in real life anyway. But if I get him in the deal there’s pretty much nothing I wouldn’t do. I felt real excitement course through me for the first time in a very long time. Zared was mine.