The throne's keeper.

Chapter 11 - Genuinely.

Khwezikazi.

I Iron out the invisible crease in my dress and I look at myself again in the mirror before I give my weave a little fix.

Today were attending a society event that one of Saneles friends is hosting and this is going to be our first time going out in public as husband and wife and my first time wearing something that isn't modest since Sanele burnt everything I had that didn't fit in that category. Everything he bought for me were genuinely really nice and I love them, he has really great style and most of the dresses he bought me I wouldn't have even think to look for and it's a shame getting to watch them and not having to wear them every time my eyes rake past them in the wardrobe, he kept me out of those clothes long enough for me understand what exactly is he retributing me for long enough so I know not to do it again and trust me I know now and there's no way I am going back there. But a part of me is also starting to outgrow these clothes a little, modest clothes aren't bad this clean girl aesthetic that he's introduced to my wardrobe isn't exactly that bad but every once in a while every once in a while I want to feel sexy again, I want to show myself of to everybody and today he's let me.

A small giggle escapes my lips at the thought of how my life has taken a complete three sixty, more especially with the presence of my new disciplinarian. I am letting myself get disciplined ... and I like it although I aim not to get on his bad side so what happened in France won't happen again but I find myself wondering which other ways he'd punish me... I think I might need to get myself in trouble so I can find out.

No, stop...

"What's that smile doing on that pretty little face of yours ?"
He asks as he walks into my room now and he comes to stand behind me as we both stare at the mirror and I smile at again before I shake my head.

We're fucked.

"Nothing, it's just a little knock knock joke I heard Nkanyezi tell Aneles daughter a few days ago. It didn't kick in until now."

"Yeah she really loves those."
He comments as a small smile plays in his lips and i go back to fixing myself and he just stares, with his arms in his pockets and taunting eyes.

"You like the dress ?"

"I love it... I love every. Single. Inch, of it."
He says as he drapes my hair on my other shoulder leaving the other bare and vulnerable to the hot ear he breathes, which sends little shudders down my body.

He runs his cold fingers down the back of the trims of my dress all across the top half on my back and I close my eyes because even with the smallest of touches, my body has always submitted to his touch just like it is now and he knows this.

The warmth of his body exudes from his and it pulls me into him as my throat runs dry and I clear my throat and my eyes fall open again. I didn't even realize they were closed.

He's still behind me, still staring with his bold brown eyes and then he smirks.

"I want every man to look at you today and want what I have, envy it, fantasize over it, taste it and still not be able to have it because it's mine... your all mine right princess ?"

He asks and I nod my head.

"Use your words."

"I am yours."

"All mine ?"

"I am all yours."

"And don't you ever forget that, you give them a taste but never the satisfaction do you understand ?"

"I understand..."

"Good Girl."
He says as he gives my waist a little caress.

Hold yourself together.