A Daughter's Price

[Tyr]

The young woman was trying to be strong and defiant, as he met her gaze, till finally she confessed her inexperience. His only immediate response was a slightly larger grin as she tried to regroup and show how uncooperative she was going to be when they reached the marital bed. The little show she put on was amusing, and though it might have threatened or worried some men, it didn’t bother him in the least. Matt stood there apathetically as she continued her little monologue entertained by it. For she was already trying to get his attention, goading him to recognize her femininity, moving in ways to display herself for his pleasure. For if truly she didn’t want or desire his touch, she would have hidden her body, disguised her beauty and played down her looks. No she was proud of her body, and the attention it garnered, and though she consciously voiced her lack of interest in him, he wondered what her body would say when it became his to do with as he pleased. How long would it resist, how long would she continue to deny him? So he smugly stood there as she moved towards her door.

I think it will be better than that, unless of course you are some cold fish, but then again I’m betting you’re going to be a hot fuck. You see I think your problem is you’ve been dating some mommy’s boys, and that you’re just desperate to feel a real man between your legs, taking you the way you’ve always dreamed a lover would. And you’re scared, afraid to be a woman, terrified at letting anyone know, especially a man how bad you want to be owned and taken.

Of course Matt didn’t know this for a fact, but he’d known enough women, who spoke of their strength and independence, who when given the opportunity when no one was around, willing and eagerly submitted to a man’s will. They just weren’t willing to give themselves to anyone; they sought out someone strong enough to take it from them. They’d all decry such behavior in public and told their female friends how they wanted a partnership of equals, based on mutual trust and respect, but in reality they wished for the day they’d find a man strong enough to make them bend to his will.

For now you can run, but remember when your appointed time comes, you will be mine.

 

[Talin]

She spun to face him and laughed, “You don’t know me at all Mr. Richardson. I have been taken the way I want to be taken when I gave myself to the man I should be marrying. It was spectacular. For you, luke warm, mediocre and boring. Perhaps I’ll dust while you fuck me against the wall, fluff pillows while I ride you on the couch, take care of the soap scum in the shower while on my knees…” Her eyes went wide as she feigned innocence. “Isn’t that what you want… the perfect little wife?”

He was wrong, though she’d never been taken hard Thomas was gentle. It was annoying that he treated her as though she were made of glass; however, Matthew would treat her as though she were made of steel. The exact opposite of her lover, of this she was sure. Narrowing her brown eyes at him Ivy listened to him speak. “My appointed time, you make it seem like a death sentence… OH that’s right, it is!” She laughed sarcastically and sneered at him.

“You can chase me for now but when the appointed time comes, I will make you wish you’d never agreed to this little arrangement.” She flopped onto the lounge chair and picked up her book ignoring him. “Get a good fucking look as this will change and I will be sure to ‘let myself go’ as they say.” She slid her sunglasses into place, the tint hiding her eyes as she rolled over to her stomach, her legs slightly apart giving a view of EVERYTHING as she lay there. Her back to him she let the few soft tears she’d held back fall onto the pages of the little paperback.

 

[Tyr]

As before Matt stood there calmly not giving her the satisfaction of reacting to her attempts to agitate or anger him. They were for naught as he gave her a confident smile bordering on arrogant as his eye continued to take her beauty and sexuality in. As she prattled on, he visually feasted on her flesh not in the least concerned that this would cause her additional consternation or anger.

Oh you’re a mouthy bitch now, but I think given enough time and some good hard cock you’ll be screaming a different tune. You’re the kind that wants it bad, but are too afraid to tell anyone, terrified what might happen if any man was to discover what you really wanted.

Matt didn’t have to be decent and polite, for the deal was done, so no effort was needed to cajole her by appeasing her, which pleased him. This marriage was going to be on his terms alone, and her participation was required even if reluctant and opposed. So he saw no reason to hold back, or soften the blows, instead he found himself enjoying the confrontation and battle of words.

Oh you’re not the kind of girl that let’s yourself go, no you like the attention that your body garners, you like the way men look and lust after you, begging for your attention.

He figured it was true, because even now she was giving him a show, a man that she supposedly despised. If she was an attention whore, he didn’t know, but he doubted that she passed up an opportunity to show her assets off, probably enjoyed the attention and groveling she received.

Why don’t you give me a little show, spread your legs and run that hand down between them, let me see what I’m going to be getting.

 

[Talin]

Ivy ignored him and stared at her book, the words blurred together as her tears pooled. She did like the attention but not his attention. She sneered toward her book and lifted her ass a bit more into the air running a hand down between her legs. She covered her sex and folded her fingers in until only one was left. Flipping him the bird, she snapped her legs shut before standing. She wrapped her towel around herself.

She moved closer to him her hand running over the front of his shorts, stroking him through the fabric. “If I told you I needed you right now would you believe me? Would you bend me over and fuck me right here, give me what I needed?” She bit her lip, before moving away from him quickly. “None of it matters since I don’t want you, I hate you and I wish you would jump over the edge of the balcony and ease my life.

“I may be a mouthy bitch but you are a fucking asshole. I have had a hard cock, as you say it and I don’t think I will scream for it. AND what I really want is not to marry you, not to have my life forced out of my hands, not to have choices made for me…” She grimaced and moved into the interior of her bedroom. She dropped her things on the bed and started her shower. Stepping under the warm spray she relaxed, part of her wanted to go to his room and get it over with. The tension of all this build up wasn’t going to end well.

 

[Tyr]

Matt looked down as she ran her hand over his shorts, her fingers briefly coursing over his manhood, giving the first indication that he was well equipped. Again he made no move or comment as she asked if he believed she wanted to be bent over and fucked. Instead his eyes just followed her as she quickly got up and continued to protest her present situation. Yeah he’d pushed it, and yeah he’d been an asshole, and yet he was enjoying himself, at her expense. Almost like a wild horse that needed breaking, he saw Ivy as a challenge, and one that would be so satisfying when it happened.

Running his hand through his disheveled hair, he sat down and took up his own book. For no matter what happened, time was on his side, and as it ticked by, they both moved closer and closer to that inevitable day and event. Matt would have loved to have taken Ivy right now, right here, but he was patient enough and smart enough to know he’d get it all in just a few days.

As he read his book, the swelling in pants subsided, as he got to enjoy the great weather and outdoors of this tropical paradise. The book struggled to hold his interest as he found himself returning to thinking about the young woman who would be his wife. Not only was her body amazing, but her personality was intriguing as she dealt with her predicament. She wasn’t running from it, but at the same time she was trying to gain control of it, and it amused him on so many levels. Smiling he turned another page and tried to remember what the book was about.

 

[Talin]

Ivy fought hard to control her thoughts, she wasn’t expecting him to be so… large and she couldn’t deny that what she felt there in his shorts had left her wanting to peek. Groaning she finished her shower and dressed, donning another bikini. Saying nothing, she left the house and moved to the beach. Pulling her floppy straw hat low she paced in the sand as she spoke into the phone. The call was long overdue.

“I-I have to break our engagement, my parents have arranged a marriage for me here.” She paused letting him absorb her words. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she froze and slid to the sand beneath her feet. Her tan ass cheeks, exposed by her small swimwear, pressed into the soft sand. “Wh-what do you mean?!?” Shock apparent in her voice, “NO… you- you BASTARD!” Her voice ran into a string of violent threats and horrible untranslatable rapid Spanish. He’d been sleeping with her roommate behind her back and since she’d left a few months ago. Now it seemed he wanted his ring back and was giving it to the mother of his child.

With a surge of fury, she scrambled to her feet and ran toward the ocean. One quick movement snapped the flip phone in half and another flung the pieces into the water. Storming mad, she stomped through the sand and back into the house. Riffling through her packed things, she found his ring; it was an antique from his grandmother or something like that. Rushing out to the gardener she rapidly asked him a few questions and was granted access to the tool shed and a hammer. A couple whacks later, the bent and dismantled jewelry was slid into an envelope with a card that simply stated ‘Enjoy Hell!’.

Pushing angry thoughts of Thomas behind her, she moved to her room, she was spent. He’d been her rock since she went to America and now to have all of this flung in her face. She wanted to be held, hugged and told it would all work out but it wouldn’t. She knew her life wasn’t hers to have anymore, perhaps it was best, maybe her father did know what he was talking about. Ivy screamed into her pillow, she didn’t want to think that he was right; Matthew wasn’t going to be the end or the beginning of her. Feeling brave, she stepped out onto the balcony and slid straight in his lap, “Don’t speak just sit… please.” It was futile at best to try to deny he was the only one she could turn to. Just the touch of a human helped ease her pain, as long as she pretended he wasn’t HE.

 

[Tyr]

Matt read his book in peace and quiet, enjoying the light breeze off the sea, he looked up several times, after hearing something, but it wasn’t her. Nor did she immediately come back, and not desiring to her chase her around, he reads his book and takes a nice nap, enjoying his time away from work. So he was a bit surprised when he was awoken, not only to her return, but also to her very presence in his lap. Not sure what her game was, he was about to make some witty sarcastic statement, when she asked him to not speak. There was something in her tone, the way she said it that clearly conveyed something was different.

So for a moment he took the more reserved approach and waited for her to explain herself, as he didn’t expect that somehow she had gotten over her disdain for him in a few hours. Gently he puts down the book, and rather than grab or grope her just holds her, wondering if this was some ploy of hers to tease him. There was one decided change from before, this was truly the first time he got to smell her in more than passing, and her aroma was pleasant bordering on intoxicating. With the book set down, and quickly ignored, he waited for her to explain her recent arrival in his lap. As much as he wanted to touch and feel more of her, or even begin removing her clothes, he did none of that finding enough will power and restraint to refrain from such bold and probably destructive behaviors. Still her very presence only reminded him of why he’d picked her, why he wanted her, because there was something about her that ignited his lust and desire. Her beauty was the obvious answer, but there was more to it now, in the little time he’d spent around her, he’d found that games they’d played didn’t diminish, but in fact increased his want for her. No it wasn't any deep soul touching love as of yet, but a wild unbridled desire to vanquish and conquer her.