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A Daughter's Price

Narrowing her eyes at him she visibly flinched, he was right, she was his and it was unmistakable. She wanted to smack him, but to do so would shame her family and her as a elegant promising young woman. Ivy kept her face stoic as the asshole kept speaking. The last bit of his words made her want to vomit; she would never enjoy being taken the same way that Thomas had taken her.

“I don’t enjoy being fucked like a whore; I am a woman and will be treated as such.” She stated glaring at him. “You will not take me, not like that. I won’t allow it.” She kept her hands at her side and didn’t struggle against him. She took a few more breaths to control herself. She stared out at the water, “I would give myself to you, I refuse to be treated as anything less than a woman but you will not threaten me.”

“I might be yours but I DO NOT have to be happy and respectful, that is something you will earn… maybe.” She couldn’t see giving in to him ever. “I will never love you, you can fuck me until I am screaming for mercy but I will never be fully yours, remember that, Mr. Richardson.” Ivy had no intention of being his ever and if she could keep from his bed she'd be extremely happy.
 
Matt had been part of many business deals, and the way this young woman couched her words, and didn’t always speak in absolutes, spoke to her own weakening on the subject of matrimony. He felt she knew that she had few options, and yet wasn’t willing to totally give in, or more than likely hadn’t yet come to terms with the complete reality of her situation.

Why not, when you fuck a whore, you get exactly what you’re paying for. What woman wouldn’t want the adoration ad attention that a whore gets? Or are you just jealous a whore knows what she’s doing and you don’t?

The blatant and without embellishment way he spoke to her, said a lot. Matt wasn’t coddling her or trying to be garner her favor and was speaking incredibly candidly as he answered her back. He didn’t have to put on some fake façade or carefully watch his words, as one might a girl they were dating. Instead he could speak frankly and without fear, for there were no ramifications that would change the course of this arrangement, or at least none that she could cause.

So get it through your thick little head that I’m going to treat you exactly how I see fit. If you want to be a little bitch, fine by me, I’ll put you over my knee and give you exactly what you deserve. Treat me like the king of the castle and you’ll be a queen the choice is yours.
 
Ivy thrashed against his grip on her and broke free of him. She stepped back and glared at him. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU TO HELL AND BACK!” She screamed at him, “You don’t know me, how dare you speak to me as though I am nothing, NO less than nothing.” She turned her back on him, shoulders shaking as torrents of tears streamed down her face. “It doesn’t matter what I do or do not know… taking from me whatever you want will not allow you to find out! I’m not jealous of a whore, I prefer to be treated like a lady…”

His next stream of word caused her to spin and face him. Red faced, stained with tears she fought to control her rage and her intake of breath. “YOU will not lay a hand on me in such a way. Never have I been treated with such disrespect as what you have given to me in this one night.” She dropped to the soft sand and covered her face with her hands.

This wasn’t happening. It was all some cruel kind of joke. She didn’t want a king not when she had her prince already. “I don’t want to be your queen… your bitch… your stupid wife… I want NOTHING to do with you…” Her words were a jumbled mix of Spanish and English as she sobbed. She prayed that he would go and return to whatever rock he’d crawled out from under. Ivy knew she could pretend to be his, but she never truly would be.
 
Matt's hand let go as the girl collapsed into the sand on her knees, seemingly distraught at her forthcoming new position in life. Sternly Matt had listened to her verbal diatribe on him being her future husband, and how she would resist her new duties and responsibilities with ever fiber of her being. He felt much like in cards she’d overplayed her hand, because as dramatic as her words were, the reality of it would in his opinion of course be different. He could have continued to torture her, and beat her down, but that to would have been excessive, so he figured it was time to soften his approach just for the moment, as there would more than likely be times in the future he would need to use a heavy hand, as she was a strong willed young woman.

You will persevere. You are an intelligent sexy woman, who will survive this ordeal, and just maybe come to enjoy my company.

Standing behind her the sound of the ocean waves, the setting sun, and the cooling ocean breeze would have made this a very romantic situation, if they were a couple in love. At this point she was nothing more than chattel that had been bartered away by her father to save his business. Matt intentions towards her had little or nothing to do with romance, and much more to do with possession, property and sex. He was willing to pay the price if he got the goods, and Ivy for him wasn’t so much a person, but a piece of property. Some may have romanticized marriage, but for Matt is was a convenience and contract, truly not much different from any other business arrangement.

Now you can kneel there in the sand, being sad little girl with your miserable life, or you can pulled it together, and return to dinner, the choice really is yours. Now come on and lets show your dad that you’re a big girl that can handle herself.

Like a gentleman he offered hand to assist her if she was willing.
 
He was right; she was a sexy intelligent woman, though his pointing it out didn’t help matters. Actually, hearing him pointing it out pissed her off. With this newly gathered information, she knew she was to be his possession; a life of love wouldn’t be her fate with this man. Ivy wanted love, romance and lots of happy babies. She glared at him as he spoke, “I’m not hungry, I stated such and excused myself… are you so old that your hearing no longer works or do you just get your rocks off on being an asshole.” She shoved his hand away and sat there a few moments longer.

Her slim fingers trailed up her face and cleared the tears away. “Even if I pull it together Mr. Richardson, it will still be a life of misery with you…” She stated climbing to her feet. “For you information I do know what I am doing in the bedroom,” She lied, she and Thomas had only been together a few times and she was still getting the hang of it all. “Not that I will show you, I plan on lying there with my eyes covered pretending it is a horrible nightmare.” With that she spun and headed toward the house.

Her parents were smiling at her and him when she returned to the house. She knew they thought they were getting along, she’d play their game, but only for their benefit. “I’m going to bed.” She smiled at her parents and kissed each of their cheeks before saying goodnight. “Mr. Richardson, sleep well.” She kissed his cheek smiling all the while, she stepped back after the feather light touch and began her trek up to her room.

“Ivy… why not show Mr. Richardson to his room … he’s in the one next to you.” Her mother’s voice followed her and then she turned to the male. Ivy watched and wanted to throw herself down the stairs. “You’ll be sharing a balcony but the view is spectacular and that way if you need anything Ivy is just next door.” Ivy stopped herself from rolling her eyes and screaming her head off before waving him up the stairs after her. She stood in her doorway and when he approached, she pointed him on, slamming her door. Rage brewed as she stomped and held a pillow over her face to scream.
 
Matt just smirked back as she kissed his cheek and made ready to withdraw. He didn’t doubt that if she could, she’d have rather applied poison lipstick and stood there savoring the moment of his death. All of it was to be expected, including when the door to her bedroom slammed shut. He’d said his goodnight to the Espinals and the staff had already placed his luggage in his room, so he just smiled and headed to his own room. He had no doubt she had locked herself in her room, and probably would only come out with the greatest of prodding and cajoling, all of it obviously from her parents, as she would not do so for him at this point.

The room was well appointed, with use of lots of native wood. An canopy bed, with almost gossamer fabric at each post, that could be dropped in place to offer protection from bugs. A large set of French doors that opened out onto a balcony that looked out on the ocean. A large ceiling fan hung in the room, another common item in this tropical locale. Often the French doors would be left open to allow a cooling breeze from the ocean in, and given how gorgeous of an evening it was Matt planned to do that right after getting a little bit more comfortable. So he tossed his jacket, and got down to his short sleeve black t-shirt, and slacks, having also taken off his shoes.

He opened the French doors, and then returned to a small bar area that was on the side of the room. Mixing himself a drink, and grabbing a cigar from the elegant wood box on the bar, he made his way to the balcony, to relax and think about his plans for the next day. Finding a nice cushy chair to sit in, he put up his feet, and enjoyed the strong smooth taste of his drink, before he lit up the cigar.
 
After a few minutes of screaming into the pillow, she pulled her clothes off and stormed into the bathroom to take a shower. The idea of marrying the male in the next room made her angrier as she continued to think about it. The heat of the shower couldn’t wash her anger and hurt away. Drying off she slipped on her silk robe and paced the room as she spoke with Thomas. He, much like her, didn’t understand what was going on. He didn’t understand their customs and why she felt obligated to go along with them. She tried explaining but it seemed everything she said was determined to start a fight. She hated fighting with him and told him she loved him before they hung up; he only had angry words for her.

Ivy stepped out on the balcony, the smell of the cigar hit her strongly. She tilted her head slightly as she dried her eyes, tightening the belt on her white robe. Not even needing to look she kept her head straight ahead looking out at the waves as they crashed into the shore. The soft rumblings of a storm hit her ears and the flashes of lightening in the dark purple clouds caused her to smile. The weather was reflecting her mood, the angry storm coming in. Her life was ruined, “You will never appreciate me for the woman I truly am, only the things I can provide. You’ll never see me as anything more than a possession, will you?” Her voice was normal as she watched the storm rolling in.

A strike of the lightening was welcomed. She turned to face him the wind blowing long strands of soft brown hair winding around her face. “I could walk over there and lounge in your lap and watch the storm roll in with you. Perhaps make love in the chair under the rain as it falls, but that will never be me… with you.”
 
Oh but I will appreciate you for the woman you will become. You see, I want a woman that is a real woman, and not someone trying to be a man.

The words her spoke were truly his opinion, which of course would set every feminist into a diatribe of denunciation. Taking a deep long draw on his cigar, the hot air fills his mouth, before he let out a pungent cloud of smoke. He had no real love for cigars, but found there was something about them that kept him coming back. Her description of hopping into his lap and making love amused him, because it was the way that a real woman would serve her man.

Why not hop into my lap, or are you just afraid you may enjoy it? Is that it, just a little girl scared what will happen to her if a real man were to take her?

Matt spoke so calmly and casually, his eyes never looking at her, instead he stared off into the gathering storm. He takes another sip of his liquor as he wonders if she would again flee or stay either was acceptable to him.

And what if you were a possession is it so bad to be owned, to know that someone wants you so completely?

Not having to go through the fakeness that surrounded dating and the typical mating rituals, Matt felt free to speak what he felt. If anything this situation freed him to be far more honest than he would have under any other situation. He didn’t have to hold his tongue, or tone his words down; instead he was free to say it like he saw it. Without the normal social politeness, he could be blunt, and know that it wouldn’t truly affect the outcome, which happily was a forgone conclusion.
 
She stood there leaning against the rail watching him he was infuriating and cocky. Ivy bit back a response of anger and let him talk. Thinking about it, she really couldn’t see herself changing too much, if she did ever fall for him then his reminder that she was only a possession would come slamming back to her. “I’m not scared of you, I am a proper female not one to give in because you want me to. Besides my lack of clothing isn’t appropriate for just meeting you, fiancé or not.” She shrugged nonchalantly; she didn’t want his hands on her or his body touching hers. If it were a different circumstance she may have found him handsome or funny, or even charming, but the things he’d said so far were rude and made him out to be a jerk, which he didn’t seem to mind.

“I’d rather be loved completely and thoroughly instead of just owned and wanted.” She laughed and sank into a chair in the middle crossing her legs making sure he got not peek of her naughty bits. On the other hand, if he lusted after her, her denying him could be something. She smirked a moment. “Have you ever been in love Matthew… it’s exhilarating. There are days you feel you could fly and others where you crash and burn, like tonight.” she uncrossed her legs slightly, in the dark she was confident he could see nothing. Even if he could see she still had the right to deny him, and as much as she’d love to sit there naked and toy with him she feared the wrath she’d later receive for her actions thus far.

“If I did hop into your lap, you’d expect something from me… that is what holds me back.” Her gaze moved from him as she gazed out at the storm once again. He was handsome but some of the most arrogant assholes where.
 
Very relaxed and comfortable, Matt listened to her again profess her independence, strong will, and as a person who was a proper woman. His eyes continued to follow her, enjoying the view her white robe hid, but could not completely hide, the white material flowing over her natural curves. Even if the young woman didn’t mean it, she naturally exuded a strong sexual energy about her as she sat down on the chairs across from him. He was a bit puzzled by her staying, having thought that once she found him; she would quickly retreat to her room. There was almost a tease about the way she moved her body and positioned herself. Matt wondered if she was unconsciously trying to get his attention, which if she was, was working, but that idea seemed unlikely. It wasn’t that, no she was playing some game, but what game?

Love is something that is hard to find, hard to hold, and hard to keep. I have loved and lost, and lost and loved. So yes I have loved. Now if you hopped into my lap, well… maybe I assumed that you expected something from me, otherwise why were you there?

Another puff on the cigar followed by a sip of the liquid that warmed his throat as it went down,. The young woman was exotic and enchanting, someone that would attract any man’s attention. And that was it, Matt felt she was negotiating, trying to set the terms of their relationship, using what things she felt were still hers to get he best deal possible. So like any other deal, he let her go first and see what she was trying to get, because sympathy from him wouldn't be one.

I appreciate you coming out here to talk, and don’t worry about the lack of clothing, I will see far more soon enough. And if you want to sit in my lap, I think I can show you what I have to offer, and I don’t think you will be disappointed.

The words were confident and provocative as he continued to enjoy this banter. If she wanted to make it easy, fine by him, but he doubted it. There was just too much fire and resistance in her for her to go easy, no Matt figured it would be a fight.
 
“If, and I stress that word because it is highly unlikely to happen, I were to hop into your lap it would simply be because you asked me so nicely to do so. Tempting as your lap might be I’d rather freeze over here.” She watched him watching her, regarding her; he seemed still trying to figure her out. She turned her body to face him. “I’m not as out of control as I have led you to believe. My temper hasn’t been sparked in a while.”

She tucked the robe between her legs as the soft rain began to fall, “ I still have a week to keep my body to myself. If I wanted to sit in your lap I would have.” She let her brown eyes roam over him as the rain fell. It wasn’t enough to worry her or send her inside, yet. “BUT, I have no interest in what you have to offer me… and I hate to tell you this, but everything about you is disappointing Mr. Richardson.” She stood slowly, her robe clinging slightly to her body.

She turned her head away, “What is in this for you.. Just me? Nothing more?” She was curious why would he chose this for himself, she could only hope no children came from their union. That way she didn’t have to worry about him using them as pawns, much like her father had her. It hurt knowing she was used as a way to further her father’s business and not because he loved her. It was selfish. She raised a slim manicured brow at him as she waited for an answer.
 
Matt raised one eyebrow as the sexy young woman declared her willingness to freeze versus taking up residence in his lap. Nothing that wasn’t expected, but still disappointing. She further went on to explain her complete disappointment in him, which was amusing, and he just couldn’t resist a quick quip back.

Disappointed, disappointed, heck you haven’t even seen the best parts yet. You sure are one to make snap judgments before you get to totally know a guy, aren’t you?

It wasn’t like he knew if she was any good in bed, or anywhere else for that matter, so its wasn’t like he wasn’t taking a risk too. Still he heard her question, about why and why had he done this. The answer didn’t come immediately as he took the time to consider the answer, letting the moment hang and the question linger, finally though he did break his silence. So with eyes that did wantonly feast on her body, while he answered.

Besides… well the obvious, I need someone at my side, someone who is smart enough to know when to talk and when to shut up. And as much as you may believe my only intention is to ravish your body, I do have other uses for you in mind. Yes, I expect you to be a wife, to clean my house, and raise my children, but if you are as sharp as I believe, then so to there will be more.

The statement was matter of fact, his tone clear, as he spoke to her future. He was offering her more than sexual servitude if she proved herself worthy, but if not he would be satisfied with that.
 
Ivy rolled her eyes and ignored the comment about her snap judgments. He made a snap judgment on her, he decided based on looks he wanted her and had to have her. He never spoke to her and here they were -viola- ENGAGED! He was one to talk. Ivy stood in the silence; the rain caused her to shiver a bit as it collected and ran down her neck then into the safety of her robe. His lap looked comfortable and warm but thinking that way would lead to trouble. She averted her eyes once more out to the ocean before closing them and lifting her head, allowing the water to rinse away the day much like the shower she took earlier.

She heard his voice, she was willing to get to know him but it wouldn’t be on his time but on hers. At the mention of other uses she quirked a brow and lowered her head to look at him. Brown eyes flitted over him, it was interesting this concept of his, she crossed her arms over her breasts. Her nipples pebbled at the coolness of the water. “Why not rent an escort, much cheaper and far less stubborn AND they’d willingly let you fuck them? Upside down, sideways, any which way you please Mr. Richardson.” She stretched and yawned, “Glad to know what is expected of me, Darling.”

She didn’t move away, stood there looking out at the ocean and sighed. “I can stand by your side as your wife and clean your house. I don’t want kids… with you.” She looked at him, “But I understand the choice is out of my hands. I will make sure our children are happy, even though I may not be.” Her heart ached but she would survive. “For now, keep what you consider your BEST PARTS to yourself… Buenos Noches Senor. (Good night sir.)”
 
Matt’s eyes watched her, the subtle yet very arousing movements as she sat there in the rain. Even if she didn’t know or realized it, she exuded sexual energy, her body a temple to be ravaged. Though he would have liked her to have discarded the robe, and watched her stand there in the rain anked, he was more than satisfied with the show. The young thing dripping in sarcasm when she equates her knew role in life to prostitution.

No problem my dear, everyone needs to know who they belong to and what’s expected of them.

The defiant young woman stood and prepared to depart to her room, Matt’s glass almost empty and his cigar partially smoked, such a retreat seemed to be advisable, given the worsening weather. Yet, he couldn't help but say a few last words to his new fiancé before she left.

I could have any whore, prostitute or escort I wanted, and yes they would satisfy my every dark desire, but think about this I wanted you.

He was about to leave it drop, and not say anymore, but her last comment about keeping his best parts to himself deserve something back. So he rose up, standing straight and looking at her with an intensity born of confidence or maybe arrogance and spoke.

And if you aren’t as good, I’ll make sure that I give you a good education, so you learn how to properly take care of your husband as a good wife should.

He realized he was challenging her, but making the statement, but she needed to learn who and what she was to be. And though he suspected she wasn’t any virgin, he wasn’t so sure she was as skilled as she portrayed herself. This engagement and wedding Matt knew was proving itself to be a very interesting endeavor, and so far the young Ivy was showing a bit of depth and a challenge, and Matt was always up for a challenge. His opinion was something earned was always better than something given. Though Ivy would find he didn’t mind taking, and found that as satisfying as the other choices were and if he had to stack the deck in his favor, oh well.
 
Ivy ignored him, he was stupid and arrogant and undeserving of her time. Staring at him blankly, she didn’t understand why he’d want her. In staring at him, he stood and she looked back at him, it wasn’t a glare until he insulted her. Suddenly she wanted to vomit. Crossing the small balcony quickly her hand raised up and snapped back across his face. “You disgust me,” she shoved him back after the slap, the tears clinging to her lashes. She glared at him, her brown eyes angry and hurt. The purpose of a marriage was to learn the taste of the other, to grow together and lean on one another.

She turned abruptly and ran into her room. Throwing herself over her mattress, she sobbed. The idea of that man educating her in the ways of sex was enough to have her lock herself in her room until the weeks end. She knew her parents placed him next to her so that he could keep an eye on her and so that she couldn’t escape into the night and be done with it. No matter what she knew he would lay claim to her body, taking her in every which way he could and she was not able to say a thing about it. The idea of him being with her was as nauseating as it was infuriating.

She calmed herself a bit and slid her drenched robe from her body as she stood. She slid between the sheets to warm herself and relax, thought her mind wouldn’t settle, just the thought of him next door was enough to keep her awake for fear of what she’d dream. She figured he’d come after her for the slap. Perhaps he lingered outside her doorway or he’d save the punishment for another day. Maybe he stood behind her watching her strip in the dark. Ivy didn’t turn her head to look, whatever the case it was too late to do anything more. She sighed.
 
The slap shouldn’t have come as a surprise, given how rough he’d been with her. Still he was a little shocked as she lashed out with anger at what he presumed to be the inevitability of the situation, and the frustration she felt at not being able to stop or control it. Yes he was being an arrogant ass, but he was enjoying it, and getting her pissed off and loosing control was further pleasing. He didn’t react and remained calm as she turned and quickly exited to her bedroom, he made no effort to apologize or to follow. Instead a small smirk appeared on his face as he considered various ways later she would be required to make it up to him.

The rain now coming down harder, he put out his cigar, leaving it in the ashtray and stood. There was no reason to rush after her, or to threaten her, because in the end she had no choice but to return to him, for she was his property now, signed bought and paid for.

Leaving the glass on the bar, he made his way to the bathroom to dry off and prepare for sleep. Dry and cleaned up he stripped his clothing off as he enjoyed sleeping naked in this warm sometime humid climate. So even with it raining outside, he left the French doors open to the outside, so a cooling evening breeze could come in as he prepared to crash for the evening. Where she had concerns about her future, Matt had none, and sleep would come easily to him as his mind started to dream about his new future bride and the many ways she could serve his needs. Even as he slept his body reacted to the very vivid dreams on his newly betrothed writhing beneath him, her resistance futile to bold advances.
 
Sleep did finally claim her but it was filled with unpleasant things and she woke up several times crying. He was always there, his face haunting and taunting her. Ivy covered her head with her pillow and snoozed, finally able to block him out. Though she blocked him out, she could still sense him on the edge of her sleep. For some reason this last time he was kind, gentle, almost loving and this frightened her more than the times he’d been forceful in them. They were making love while the storm raged, and she cried out as her orgasm came in her dream. The vocalization must have been loud since she woke from the dream sitting straight up in the bed. She was hot all over her body and turned on; she didn’t want to have dreams of this nature about him.

Curling up on her side, she thought back, she hadn’t even had dreams like this about Thomas and she was in love with him. Tears slid slowly down her cheeks and staring at the clock for an hour, she got up and dressed. A run on the beach would be nice, looking out the French doors to her balcony she saw the rain falling. It didn’t bother her, it matched her mood. She took off across the sand a few minutes after getting dressed. Loose pink running shorts and a black racer back tank built in bra, running shoes and a hat. She had a windbreaker but never wore it; she loved the cleansing feel of the rain on her skin, besides, who cared if she got sick.

The run cleared her head and arriving home; she stripped and stepped into her bathroom. Standing under the hot spray, she let the water wash off the sand and warm her through. It was going to be a long week and at the end it would get worse. She tried not to allow her thoughts fall to him but they did. She imagined the ‘best parts’ of him in her dreams, she’d never admit either her dream or that she was curious about him, to him.

Scrubbing her hair vigorously, she smiled and thought of breakfast in bed, she’d pay a visit to the kitchen and retire to her room for the day. Several naps and lounging around maybe catch up on a some reading and lay out on the balcony, if the sun came out. She stepped from the bathroom once her hair was dry and slid into a black bikini, she owned one in every color and today was a black kind of day.
 
Matt knew nothing of his fiancé’s dreams, though what she did in his were very pleasing and quiet decadent. The dreams were lurid and wild, his betrothed being the recipient of his touch and desire. Something woke him, he wasn’t sure, his eyes snapped open, but he immediately heard nothing more. So he was about to nod off again, when he heard some activity and just briefly saw her shadow as she departed her room for the beach and a run. Matt stood for a moment from his dark room and watched her head off, the hardness between his legs speaking to not only his vivid dreams, but also the dark image of her disappearing onto the beach. There was a moment when he thought to follow, but such would accomplish nothing, so he took an opportunity to relieve himself, before heading back to bed.

The bed was soft, the weather pleasant, and Matt took the opportunity to forget the stress of his busy life. So he tried to sleep in, but the morning was calling and he woke to the sound of water running. Realizing it was more than likely her taking a shower, he decided to get up. Standing up, he stretched, taking a deep morning yawn as he started looking forward to the day. Looking back at his bed, he realized that soon it would no longer be empty, and that the luscious creature next door would be filling it with her amazing body. Grinning, and with morning wood, he heard her shower stop, so he decided to head to his own bathroom for a quick shower. Matt had already cleared his schedule with his secretary, so he had the week plus without any serious commitments, assuming nothing went wrong.

The shower wasn’t even done, and his stomach was grumbling to be fed. Dressing in some casual slacks and another comfortable and loose fitting shirt, he put his sandals on and made his way to the kitchen, hoping to see what the staff might be able to wrangle up for him. There was an urge to knock on Ivy’s door and see if she wanted to eat, but figured he’d already pushed her hard, and a door in the face just didn’t seem like a good way to start the day, he knew he find her soon enough, it wasn’t like she could hide forever.
 
Ivy tied her red silk pajama pants tight around her, they road low on her hips and she didn’t mind, perhaps showing off would drive her fiancé to try something so she could call it off. Sauntering down the stairs, she headed into the kitchen and found Maria. Her mind didn’t fall on where her fiancé was so she grabbed a pan and began cooking her own breakfast. The duo chattered in Spanish rapidly about everything but Matthew. Ivy mixed up an egg white omelet with spinach and mushrooms. It was one of her favorites. Maria placed half a grapefruit on her plate and watched as the male entered the room.

Ivy tensed the moment he entered the room, but she turned and smiled. “Care for an omelet a la rat poison?” she smiled and slid the omelet onto her plate beside the grapefruit. Snickering she moved the pan and moved out of the room. Taking the plate back upstairs, she ignored the calls of both her parents and slammed her door. She sat at her table and ate alone; she looked out the balcony door and saw that the sun was out. Gabbing a book, she pulled off the pants and headed out onto the balcony. The book was a steamy romance novel. It made her physically ache for Thomas. Sighing she laid it to the side and absorbed the sun’s rays. She welcomed the warmth.

She dreamed of her fiancé once more and jolted awake. The repeat dream was just as affective. Her nipples beaded beneath her bathing suit top. She wasn’t sure if she’d moaned this time. Once again, she was hot all over and still turned on. She wanted the pleasure that Thomas could provide, that ONLY Thomas could provide. If she asked she was sure her fiancé could handle the task, but that was not an option for her at the moment. She thought of locking herself in her room and going at it but she didn’t feel like it. She’d suffer through her condition.
 
Matt discovered his fiancé in the kitchen making some breakfast. She of course made a kind offer to poison him, which he smiled back at, not giving her a response, even an antagonizing one. Though he did purposely let his eyes inspect her as she made her way out of the kitchen with some fan fare, including the distant sound of a slamming door. Still hungry, he politely asked Maria, if he could have something to eat, and she was kind enough to quickly whip something up for him. Retreating to the dining room to eat, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Espinal taking a casual morning meal. There was normal conversation and discussion as they all were becoming more comfortable with each other. Both parents apologetic about their daughter’s behavior and giving reassurances that she would come around in time. The food was fresh, one the things he like so much about the island. So Matt sat and enjoyed the chat as he ate his morning meal, Ivy was of course absent. Finally he thanked them both and made to his way to his room, to find a good book to read, and if possible to find where his betrothed had escaped to.

Changing his pants for Bermuda short and removing his shirt, and with a book in hand he stepped out on to the balcony to see if she was around. As he stepped through the French door, he ran his hand through his ill groomed hair; the hair wasn’t long but definitely had at times had a life of its own, but looked good with his short cut beard. Matt was happily surprised and pleased to discovered his defiant fiancé was lounging out in a sexy little outfit with its bath suit top. It obviously wasn’t the outfit that made her sexy, but the excellent way in which she filled it out. The opening of the French door probably startled her, as she seemed to stir for a moment, her novel lying against her side. He couldn’t help but notice her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her top, and admire their perkiness. A girl with a nice rack and a large set of nipples was just something he found hard to ignore, especially as he had a personal preference for it. A nice set of nipples was just something a guy could enjoy getting a hold of and twisting, turning, and tugging at. So he quietly stood there and admired the view, thinking about how much he was looking forward to playing with her young hot body. While he stood there he notice her romance novel or he assumed so, because it had a picture of that guy… what was his name… oh yeah Fabio. He’d never read a romance novel, preferring business or science fiction novels, which sometimes were one in the same. Though he did on occasion read erotica, but that was of a hardcore nature, and probably a bit darker subject matter than this young thing had ever considered. His own novel about the Internet boom, was forgotten as he took pleasure in the view, which of course began the very first subtle stirrings in his own shorts, luckily for him they were look fitting.
 
Ivy was awake but her eyes remained closed, her body was fully aware of the male’s presence though she didn’t acknowledge him. Why give him the satisfaction of caring, she thought to herself. Shifting in her lounger she dropped the back and rolled to her stomach, her firm ass put on display for her soon to be husband. Smirking while her face was away from his, she reached back and released her top. The straps falling at her sides before she removed the cloth from her body completely. She pressed her bare breasts to the chair and reached for her book.

She thought about giving him a real show and removing the ties on her backside too but for now, she knew the ample show of her breasts from the side would be enough. She flipped through to the steamy part she left off at and read the lines thinking of Thomas. Refraining from moaning she bit her lip and concentrated on the words, trying her hardest to ignore the peeping male. Sighing she turned and smiled sweetly at him, “Is there something I can help you with my future pain in the ass?” she knew if he craned far forward he’d be able to see her breasts, it almost didn’t matter.

“If there is nothing that is needed then I would ask that you allow my privacy, Lord knows you won’t allow it once we are married. Probably keep me tied up to your bed claiming we need to procreate.” She rolled her eyes and went back to her book. “I see Maria didn’t go with the rat poison special this morning, otherwise you’d probably already be keeled over.” She shook her head and laughed lightly. All she really wanted to do was dig her claws into the male and rip him a new one. She wasn’t sure what it was about him that pissed her off so much but something about him did.
 
Matt stood there silently as she rolled over and removed her top, giving him a small side-glance of her beautiful tits. A little side boob was better than none, and yet it did make a man want more. He realized quickly as she spoke that she had probably been aware of his presence from the time he’d come through the door, as she inquired if she could help.

No I survived the meal, and Maria did an excellent job. Good way to start the day, almost as good as getting some morning head.

Matt still had his book in his hand as he stood there talking to her. He was making no efforts or even really answering her request for privacy. Instead he just felt she was going to have to get used to his presence, especially as they would soon be married. So rather than relent or give her some additional time, he continued to engage her in conversation, even if that conversation wasn’t productive.

Sure I could tie you to the bed, a girl always looks better bound and tied. I know you’d look better with your legs and arms spread, and tied to my bed. Do you like to be tied up? Or do you just like it when a man pushes you down and has his way with you?

The conversation had moved quickly from the casual to a far more graphic discussion. Matt wasn’t one to hold back, and actually found vulgar and crude conversation far more entertaining than discussing the weather or politics. As a confident person, he had no issue discussing or talking about something others might shy away from or only talk about after becoming inebriated.
 
She shook her head and groaned, “Al igual que el infierno que le suceda cerdo! Buena suerte con eso. (Like hell that will happen, you pig! Good luck with that.)” Ivy stated partially aloud and partially to herself. She had hoped he would leave her alone but he didn’t seem too apt to do that and instead continued to talk. Her spine stiffened visibly as he spoke, the anger welling. She kept it pinned down and was allowing calm words to come to her.

“I have not been tied up nor do I ever think I will enjoy being tied up. I prefer to touch my partner in the most intimate of ways. My partners,” she lied, since she’d only been with one man but Matt didn’t need to know. “They have always treated my body with respect, of course you would like women tied up. Why not… add them to your damn collection of pretty things you like to ruin, isn’t that right?” She turned her arm draped over her breasts as she turned. “You take the pretty and ruin it for everyone else.”

“Arranged marriage is good for those women that are out of options and have no future. Me, I had a future with a husband, kids, house and job. All of it gone because you are selfish, like so many other Americans, you want something so you buy it thinking money buys everything. It won’t buy me. I may eventually forget to hate you but it will take me a long time. Also, conversations like this aren’t normal, weren’t you raised to be more respectful?” She knew how he thought of her as a possession so it already sickened her.

She stood and crossed the wooden planked balcony slowly. Her arms fell to her sides and she tugged away the bottoms of her bikini. “Is this what you wanted to see? To touch…?” Her brown eyes never strayed from his. “Couldn’t you have at least come around and tried to win my heart in an honest way, or is this struggle between us what you wanted.” She stood close enough so that he could touch her if he chose to, not that she would allow it. “You are a handsome man, despite my words. I could have seen the potential, not now, but before maybe you stood a chance.”
 
Matt had a smirk as she bitched about his approach and attitude towards her. She had a point, but the point really was mute, as the matter had already been settled. Yes he could have spoken to her with words of kindness, love and admiration, but he wasn’t going to. He saw no reason to hide how he felt or to mask what he wanted, and if it was crude and vulgar so be it. So often he had to be cautionary and careful with his words and actions to disguise or tone down what he was really feeling, with her he didn’t. He could be raw, crude, lewd, and open, without a fear that it would change their arrangement. Yes he could have toned it down, and held back, but he saw no reason. So his eye followed her as she rose, as she asked him if he like what he saw and wanted to touch.

Of course I’d like to see and touch them, and so much more, otherwise why would I have arranged this whole marriage deal?

Though he made no move towards her, and stood his ground, and though his hands never touched her, his eyes did of course caress and touch her as he spoke. Still standing the light breeze moved through his hair as he met her stare.

Win your heart? As you so eloquently put; you’ve already given it to one of your numerous sexual liaisons. So I would have wasted my time and yours, and so all of those efforts, would have gone for not. This way its far simpler and will have a far more satisfying result.

He expected her to flee, and again remove herself from his presence, as she fought and resisted the very idea of their union. Today and till the marriage he would give ground, and let her if she wished, but after the wedding, her days of resistance and disobedience would be numbered.

So now I don’t just stand a chance, I know I’m going to have you. And if you want it to be easy that’s fine, and if not, that’s fine too, because in a few days, I won’t be asking if I have a chance, I’ll be taking what is mine.
 
Ivy held firm as his eyes roved her bare body. Laughing at him, she knew HE could see through her charade. Like he could have wasted his time, she felt if he had wanted her and tried his hardest her heart would have belonged to him. He’d have swept her off her feet and she’d have not known what hit her. She wasn’t going to flee, not this time. She had nothing to lose and EVERYTHING to gain. Taking a step forward she met his eyes, defiance filling her chocolate brown orbs. Knowing her time was short, she’d soon be his property and that he’d hardly let her ‘behave’ this way.

“Taking, that is something you do a lot of… Look cut the shit. You know I have had maybe two lovers and you know if you really wanted me, you’d have stolen my heart. Now all you’ll have is my body. And I shall just lay there and read a magazine or maybe take up knitting.” She laughed and shook her hair behind her shoulders letting him have his view, unobstructed. “Oh yes, that is the spot… yes, you fucking stud!” Her voice was monotone as she spoke to him faking sex pressing forward even more she knew she was flirting with danger as she leaned in, her soft skin brushing his. “Was it as good for you as it was… for me?”

Rolling her eyes, she stepped away and moved to her door. “I know my days are numbered, you don’t think I’m counting down the days until HELL consumes me!” She bit back the urge to slap him, his day would come, she was sure of it.
 
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