“What does an engaged woman look like? Should I start wearing modest dresses and a fancy hat and only touch people when I wear my velvet gloves? Be your little trophy wife?” “You’re not a trophy wife, sweetheart. More like a punishment fiancée.” He smirked. “I promise I’ll live up to the title.” “Just a heads-up—this is not the best way to go about it if you want to ride my dick.” “I said sex was on the table. I didn’t say I’d make any special effort to have it,” I clarified.
