I wake up to the smell of breakfast. I can almost taste the bacon, sausage, and pancakes with maple syrup. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I try to get up, attempting to follow my nose. But I am pinned down my two muscular arms. I realize that what I thought was just a stiff pillow was actually Mr. Spades chest.
Yeah I know that I should just call him Michael, or maybe even my fiancee. But I can't bring myself to do that. I am only here because he is forcing me to be. And I hate him for it.
"M-mr. Spade..?"
I whisper, not actually wanting to wake him up, only wanting him to soften his grip on me so I can get up.
"I'm sleeping kitten. Is that any way to wake up your future husband? I think we should teach you some manners, aye?"
Who knew one man could be such an asshole? He's forcing me to be here AND expecting me to be nice? He sure is in for a wild ride.
"Well sir, if you would just let me go I would stop bothering you."
I could tell before I had even finished my sentence that I had messed up. As if his grip tightening around me, almost crushing my small body weren't enough, the venom in his voice definately was.
"You will never speak to me like that again. I am going to be your husband and you will either accept that or I will make you. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good!"
GEEZ! bipolar much?
He sits me up so I am straddling his waist. His hands slowly travel up my bare thighs. He smirks, playing with the waistband of my navy blue lace panties. He can tell I'm uncomfortable. I bite my lip, trying my best not to move for fear of angering him, or worse, feeling his member through his tight sweat pants on my nearly bare ass. I blush at the thought and he catches it.
"What's the matter kitten? Does this make you nervous?"
He presses my hips back a bit, pushing his morning wood against me. I want so badly to smack that evil grin off his face. But I can't. All I can do is sit still. He starts to bring my hips against himself until a low groan escapes his throat.
I feel myself shudder at the fact that he is getting pleasure from this. He looks at me with his cold eyes. I am usually good at reading people, but I cant tell what he's thinking. It's killing me!
"You're lucky my reputation is important to me kitten. If it weren't I would knock you up here and now. The way you're teasing me with your long, bare legs and my tee shirt hanging off your shoulder. Fuck kitten. I cant wait to marry you."
I feel the blush creeping up onto my face as he smirks at me. He won this round. I look at his cold eyes, hoping they'll magically soften. Instead he just leans up and kisses me. I try to get away, but he digs his fingers into my thighs as a warning not to deny him. But I dont kiss him, I just sit and wait for it to end.
"Come on kitten. Let's eat then I can show you around your new home."
I roll off of him with a wave of relief washing over me. This round is finally over. I get a break. Or so I had hoped. I guess I had gotten so lost in thought I hadn't realized that Mr. Spade was standing right in front of me. I would have continued to be oblivious if I wouldn't have felt the sting on my left cheek from his harsh slap.
"Are you even listening to me? I said you have a dress fitting at 1, then we have a meeting with caterers at 5, Then cake sampling at 7:30."
I nod in response.
"Use your words kitten. Little girls who cant use their words get punished."
I see his cold eyes darken as a chill runs down my spine. He stares into my eyes, waiting on a response.
"Y-yes sir. I understand. I'll be good."
I lower my eyes, ashamed at the fact that I am acting so lowly. Acting as a scared child. But I won't lie, I kind of feel like a frightened child around him.
He takes my hand and leads me down to a gorgeous dining room with a table covered in delicious looking food. Just looking at it makes my stomach grumble. I blush a little and Mr. Spade laughs.
"You hungry princess?"
"Maybe a little."
"Well then lets eat. Shall we?"
I nod and he pulls out a chair for me. We are both pretty silent as we eat, not knowing what to say. Small talk barely seems fitting.
After breakfast he gives me a tour of his-- our mansion. Its beautiful. From both an architectural perspective and interior design perspective. Though, I dont know too much about either. The entire house is mainly focused on shades of black and white with a very modern look. It's all so beautiful. But it doesn't seem real.
By the time we are finished with the tour it is nearly 11 o'clock so I head upstairs to our bedroom to take a shower.
I hurriedly shower while Mr. Spade is distracted with a phone call, not wanting him to see me any more nude than he already has. But I take a smidge too long. I step into our bedrooms loosely draped in a towel, only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. His eyes scan over me as a blush creeps up my cheeks and he stands, heading toward me.
"Why so shy kitten? Aren't you going to let me see what's mine? C'mon princess. Drop the towel. Let me see if you're worth the cost of my mens lives."
I can't believe he just said that to me! Am I worth it? Do I need to prove myself to him? No. I won't. I walk past him to the closet. I enter it, feeling him following behind me. I look at the selection of clothes he has bought for me, wondering how he had all of my exact sizes.
I pick out a pair of white lace underwear, knowingly teasing him. I skim through the clothes hung up and I decide on a pair of denim shorts and a dark gray crop top with a gray cardigan to go over it. I push past him and lock myself in the bathroom to change. I fix my hair a little and put on some mascara, heading back downstairs to put on my white converse.