From the mall, we drove to my mansion, a place that felt more like a palace, with its sprawling white Spanish-style interior. It had everything: a swimming pool, a snooker club, a theater, even a mini-greenhouse where fresh vegetables grew, and a garden bursting with fruit trees. Elena's eyes were fixed on the grand fountain outside, completely mesmerized. I felt a surge of pleasure; this was her first time at my home.
We headed straight for the dining table, where Elena's father was waiting for us. Her face lit up with pure joy when she saw him. I subtly reminded her of our contract, a quiet warning not to reveal anything to outsiders. When her dad asked about the marriage, she calmly said it was her choice and that she was happy. Her father seemed relieved and congratulated us.
We had dinner, and then she saw her father off. As he left, I pulled Elena into a back hug. She immediately flinched away, startled and scared. I put my hand on her waist, pulling her closer, and with my other hand, I cupped her neck. I bit her neck gently, leaving a mark. "You have only seven days," I whispered. "Do whatever you want. Now, change and come to the theater."
Elena went to her room, which was lavishly decorated, with a welcome letter that read: "Welcome, Elena, my wifey." Slowly, surprisingly, she found herself starting to like my style. After showering, as she brushed her hair, she found herself recalling our earlier exchanges, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. There was a knock at the door. It was a maid, holding a nightgown. "Madam, Mr. David sent this nighty for you, and welcome." Elena looked at the beautiful red wine-colored nightgown, a shy smile touching her lips as she took it and went to change.
When she came out, I was waiting for her. I smiled, took her hand, and led her to the theater. We sat down, and I pulled her onto my lap, positioning her legs wide open. "I'm on my period," she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with hesitation. I pulled her closer. "I know," I murmured. I hugged her, my fingers tracing lines on her body. Before my control completely broke, I told her to go to the bedroom and sleep. And so, a week passed, with similar interactions each day, until her period finally ended.