Chapter 15
Haden
There are no words for how I’m feeling. I knew I liked this woman. I’ve had my eye on her for four years. I never considered acting on it, but more importantly, I never once thought she would be my type.
Emilia’s beyond my wildest dreams. I’m still pushing her as if I need to prove something.
To her or to myself? I’m not sure. Maybe both.
It’s not necessary. She’s submissive. End of story.
She enjoys my brand of domination. She takes it better than any woman I’ve ever met or heard of.
There’s zero chance she’s going to suddenly decide she can’t submit to me.
I don’t need to be quite so insistent. It’s like I’m obsessed with the idea of controlling every fucking aspect of her life. And she makes it worse every time she reacts so deeply to my demands.
I didn’t really expect her to so easily let me watch her pee or help with her period, but I insisted, and she didn’t balk.
Not much. It’s not that I don’t want those things.
I do. I want a wife who doesn’t keep secrets.
I want to know when my wife is cramping so I can get her some medicine or a hot water bottle.
I want to know how heavy her flow is so I can be sure she’s healthy and not anemic.
When she’s pregnant, I’m going to monitor her every hour of every day. Making sure she’s eating well and drinking enough. Getting the correct vitamins into her. Take her to every doctor’s appointment.
And fucking photographing her every damn day.
Where did that plan come from? Again, I have no idea. It’s not something I’ve done with any of my previous girlfriends or obsessed over. Suddenly, I need pictures of my woman. I want to capture her expressions as she fully enters my world.
She lets out a deep breath as we enter her room, and I lock the door.
I chuckle and pull her into my arms. “The only person who saw us was Isabel.”
Emilia groans. “She’s probably hyperventilating. She seems so sweet and innocent. Seeing me sneak in through the back door after leaving with you last night is going to scar her for life.”
Laughing, I kiss my girl. “She’s not a child. I assume she’s about twenty-five.”
“Yeah, but she’s been a live-in nanny for a family in the city for seven years. She’s so nervous and skittish. I doubt she’s ever been on a date, let alone snuck out with a man to fuck in his RV.”
“You didn’t fuck anyone, jitterbug,” I tease.
“Whatever.”
I reach for the hem of her borrowed sweatshirt and pull it over her head. “Shower. We’re both dirty.” I smirk.
She rolls her eyes. “Too bad you can’t wash the inside of your mind. It’s filthy.”
“Ha-ha.” I take her hand and lead her to the attached bathroom.
The best thing about this old mansion is the size of the rooms. The bedrooms are huge.
The bathrooms didn’t exist until years after this part of the house was built.
They’ve been remodeled a few times, the last time being about thirty or forty years ago.
They could use renovating, but they’re functional. It won’t be high on the list.
The tub is the kind that’s both a shower and a bathtub. It will accommodate both of us, and it has sliding glass doors, so we won’t have to fight with a curtain attacking us while we wash ourselves.
After turning on the water and adjusting it, I strip out of my clothes and drop them on top of Emilia’s overflowing hamper.
A thrill races down my spine at the sight of our clothes mixed together.
I’ll start a load of laundry when I have a chance.
That’s obviously not something that ranks high on Emilia’s daily to-do list.
When I look at her, I find her fidgeting. “You want to go first?” she asks.
I grab her hand. “There’s no first, naughty girl. We’re going in together. I’ll wash you. You can wash me. Energy efficient, don’t you think?”
Even though I’ve seen her naked, eaten her pussy twice, and taken intimate pictures of her, she’s embarrassed about getting in the enclosure with me.
I help her into the tub, climb in behind her, and close the glass door before guiding her under the warm water. She’s stiff.
After hauling her into my arms, I tip her head back. “What’s on your mind, baby?” Eventually, I’ll learn to read her, but I’m not there yet.
“You’re so calm,” she says softly. “It’s like a hurricane went through here, flipping my life upside down, turning me into someone I don’t know.
And you’re just…calm. ‘Let’s shower together.
Save water. I’ll wash your pussy. You can wash my cock.
You can’t have it inside you, but I’ll let you stroke it… ’ I can’t catch my breath.”
I pull her closer so her breasts flatten against my chest. “Inside, I’m not as calm as I’m projecting, baby,” I confess.
“Inside, I’m in knots, praying to all the gods who will listen to let me keep you.
Hoping this is for real. I know I act like an arrogant hard-ass most of the time, but I’m as vulnerable as the next guy. ”
She stops trembling and leans into me, giving me her weight. “Yeah?”
I nod, deciding to share a bit of myself I’ve been holding back.
It’s time. “I’ve had one serious girlfriend in my life, Emilia.
It was several years ago before I met you.
Her name was Renee. I thought we were perfect together.
When we met, I told her I was a Dominant, and she seemed excited.
The truth was that she was faking it, pretending to be submissive when really she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body.
I should have seen the signs, but I ignored them.
I was enamored by what I thought was real between us.
Eventually, it all blew up in my face, and she left.
I haven’t trusted another woman since then. Until you.”
Emilia slides her hands up my back, holding me close. “Is that why you’re dominating me so strongly? You want to prove I can take it?”
I nod. “Yes. But this thing between you and me is something much greater than that. I know that deep in my heart. You’re genuinely submissive. I see that. Nevertheless, I find myself pushing you and pushing you so that I can prove something I already know.”
“I didn’t know I was submissive,” she tells me.
“I know you didn’t. That’s part of the attraction. Your responses are so pure and genuine.”
“I’ll never lie to you,” Emilia says.
“I know you won’t. Can you be patient with me while I take over your life?” I’m sort of teasing, but not really.
She giggles. “I’m pretty sure you’ve already taken control of every aspect of my life, including my menstrual cycles. It turns out when you boss me around, it makes me horny.”
I smile broadly. “Yeah, I love that.”
She narrows her gaze. “Why did she do it? Renee. Why try to pretend she was submissive when she knew you were so dominant?”
Sighing, I rub my nose against my girl’s. I hesitate. There aren’t many people I would divulge this to, but ironically, with Emilia, it doesn’t matter. “Money.”
She frowns. “Money?”
Nodding, I continue, “I have a sizable inheritance. I like to pretend I don’t, so most people aren’t aware.
When my grandparents died, I took my part, invested it, and ignored it.
I prefer to live an ordinary life. I love my work.
Renovations make me feel alive. I would never quit my job and lie on the beach with a cocktail just because I can. ”
“Does Brody know?” she asks as if I just told her I’m thinking about buying a car. She’s a true gem.
“Yeah. He knows. Brody has known for a while. We told Dallas a few weeks ago. I didn’t want your family to ever think for one moment that I was here to scam anyone or try to get a piece of the family inheritance.”
My girl scoffs. “You don’t think it will seem that way with you claiming the first Wilde woman you saw?”
I slap a palm over my forehead. “I guess I should have waited until a few more Wilde cousins showed up so I’d have some more to pick from. Maybe you wouldn’t be my first choice.”
Emilia swats at me. “There will be no other women. Eyes on me, big guy.”
I give her butt cheeks a squeeze, enjoying the way she winces. Her bottom is bright red and sore. I love it. As soon as we get out of this shower, I’m going to take pictures of it.
We need to get a move on. It’s technically my first day on the job. Emilia’s, too. I don’t want to saunter over to the office at ten. So I turn my girl around, grab the shampoo, and pour it into my palm.
She tips her head back and moans while I massage her scalp.
I meant what I said about her hair. It’s the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen.
I don’t want her to cut it. Obviously, if it were really important to her, I’d concede, but in the meantime, it is a physical representation of her submission.
Every time it sways when she walks, I’ll think about the fact that I told her not to cut it.
It will make my cock hard and my chest tight.
After putting conditioner in her hair and then washing the rest of my girl’s perfect body, I hand her the soap and let her wash me while I do my hair. I’m too tall for her to reach my head.
When she wraps her palm around my shaft and slides it up and down, I grab her wrist. “Naughty girl. Do you need another spanking before breakfast?”
“No, Sir.” She releases me immediately.
“I didn’t think so.” I finish rinsing, make sure all the conditioner is out of Emilia’s hair, and turn off the water.
As soon as we’re out of the tub, I wrap a towel around my hips and dry my girl from head to toe, wringing out her hair as much as I can. When I’m done, I grab her hairbrush and work through the length of her hair until it’s tangle-free.
“May I please get dressed, Master?” she sasses.
“Nope. First, I want to take pictures of your red ass. I’ll give it a few more swats to freshen up the red tinge. Then I’m keeping that photo in my phone. When you misbehave, I’ll text it to you as a reminder of what you can expect that night.”
She shakes her head. “Do you ever slow down? Where do you come up with all these ideas?”
I shrug and turn her toward the bedroom. “You know the drill. Hands on the mattress, feet planted wide, breasts hanging heavy.”
Her shoulders drop as she aims for the bed like the naughty girl she is.
I grab boxer briefs from my bag, put them on, and shrug into jeans before taking my phone over to where Emilia has gotten into the required position.
“Good girl. Take another step back. Straighten your arms and let your head hang between your elbows this time. I want your bottom pushed high.”
Fuck, she’s sexy. My cock can’t take this. Her hair hangs damp and straight, nearly dragging along the floor below her. It sways against her breasts, teasing me with the occasional glimpse of rosy nipples.
“I’m going to give you six swats to refresh the color and remind you to obey me today.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Damn, her ass is fine. It’s still red from earlier. The warm water in the shower probably kept her aware of the slight pain. She doesn’t move or flinch as I add half a dozen firm slaps, back and forth, darkening the color. When I’m done, I quickly snap several pictures.
Emilia breathes heavily as I help her stand and hold the phone up for her to see the most recent pictures.
“Ohmygod. You’d better not ever share those with anyone. I’d never forgive you.”
“I won’t, baby. I promise.” I kiss her. “Now, let’s see about your clothes. Do you have a lot of jeans?”
“Yeah, but I never wear them. It’s too hot here.”
“For now, I want you to wear them when you’re working. I’m not sure yet if you’ll be in dangerous construction areas, but I never want your legs bare in situations where there are tools or nails or debris.”
“Okay.”
“And T-shirts?”
“I have a few. I prefer tank tops.”
“And I prefer your arms to be protected and for people to keep their eyes off your chest.”
“Okay…” She shuffles toward the chest of drawers to grab panties and a bra before heading to the closet. When she returns, she’s holding a pair of skinny jeans and a shirt that’s cut for a woman. Without looking directly at me, she dresses.
I’m fighting the urge to laugh and strip both the jeans and shirt back off her body.
She might as well be naked dressed like that.
Both items are form-fitting, so I can see every curve.
But I’ll pick my battles. At least no one can see the lace of her bra, and a breeze won’t lift her skirt, exposing her thighs and panties.
When we’re both dressed, I grab her hand and lead her back into the bathroom. I saw the two boxes of feminine products on the floor next to the toilet. She’s prepared.
Without saying a word, I grab a pad, squat in front of her, and open her jeans.
She grabs my shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“Do you usually wait until you see blood to put a pad in?”
“Yes.”
“Well, now you’ll be prepared instead.” I tug her jeans and panties down to her knees, rip off the back of the pad, and fix it inside her panties before pulling everything back up, zipping, and buttoning.
“Fuck, you’re intense,” she murmurs. Her cheeks are adorably pink.
I stand and tap her nose. “One swat every night before bed for every cuss word you say outside of when we’re in bed.”
She pouts. “Fine. Are you going to let me pee by myself during the day, or do I need to let you know when my bladder is full so you can check my pad?”
“Such a sassy girl. One swat for every time you sass me, too. Now you’re up to two for tonight.”
She grins. “You say that like it’s a threat.”
I groan. “I’ve created a monster.”
“You said it.”