Darius wasn't sure how much Annabel's inheritance meant to her, but he knew that Sissy was worth a sizable fortune. It was amazing what people were prepared to put up with if the price was right. Now, as he once more allowed his eyes to roam over Annabel's body, he was about to find out what her limits were. He had already decided to push the boundaries straight away. If she went along with this next part of his game, her gradual, but relentless, dismantling would surely follow.

"What about my wardrobe?" she asked haughtily.

Darius raised his eyebrows and waited.

With an exaggerated sigh, Annabel said, "What about my clothes, Mr. Nash?"

"They're not suitable," he said simply.

"What do you-?"

"Enough!" Darius shouted loudly enough to make Annabel jump. "I will not have you questioning my every word! Now you will remain silent unless I tell you to speak! Is that clear?"

Her cheeks coloring up, Annabel opened and closed her pretty little mouth like a goldfish, before finally nodding slowly.

"You are well aware of the consequences of any disobedience on your part, and I can tell you right now young lady, that I am on the brink of calling your aunt and canceling our arrangement!"

Annabel, who had been looking angrily at the carpet, now raised her head and looked at him.

Ah! That hit the spot!

"Now I want you to think long and hard before I issue your next instructions, because if you disobey, you know where the door is," Darius said.

He gave Annabel a few moments to absorb the fact that she was in no position to barter with him. This was important. No matter how much she hated it, Darius had to maintain total control.

"Are you ready?" he asked finally.

Her lovely blue eyes glistening, Annabel softly said, "Yes, Mr. Nash."

 

 

***

 

 

Never in her life had Annabel been spoken to in such a way! Who the hell did this guy think he was? His loud voice had startled her, but his reference to her inheritance had been clear enough. He was as deadly serious about this as Aunt Sissy was.

"We're finally getting somewhere," Nash said. "Now I see you have brought along quite a bit of luggage, and later on, we'll take a look at what you may keep. In the meantime, you will only wear that which I provide for you."

He gestured towards a small pile of clothing on the coffee table. "There are other outfits upstairs, but you will begin your training with this one."

Annabel gazed sightlessly at the table, trying to process his words.

He's going to choose my clothes for me?

No way had she even suspected that this was coming up.

"I want you to change your clothes now Annabel," Nash said, snapping her out of her stupor. She looked at him in shocked disbelief and saw a strange and unsettling look in his eye.

"Here?" she said in a barely audible voice.

"What did we say about talking without permission?" Nash said. "Yes, right here, but you may turn around."

Annabel's head started to swim and she felt her legs trembling.

This isn't happening! I've only just got here! He's an old man! We're complete strangers and he wants me to strip in his living room!

"I'm sorry, I can't-" she began.

"Think, Annabel," Nash reached for his cell phone and waved it at her. "What happens in this house is between us. No-one ever needs to know, and in one year it will all be over. But if you fail to comply with my every wish, your entire future will change with one phone call. It's your choice."

 

 

***

 

 

Darius felt his cock hardening as the poor girl wavered in front of him. Her options were simple enough-untold riches in exchange for a year of miserable subservience-and yet it was undoubtedly the hardest decision she had been forced to make in her young life. She was beautiful, proud, arrogant, obviously pursued by an army of lovelorn young men, and here she was, faced with having to undress in front of an unattractive middle-aged man!

Annabel remained frozen and Darius held his breath. They had arrived at the moment of truth. Either she would run for her life or she would begin to undress-and in doing so, deliver Darius into his own perverted version of heaven!

Two tears trickled down Annabel's flushed cheeks as she stepped out of her shoes while her fingers popped the button on her jeans. Briefly catching Darius's eye, she turned around and worked them down over her shapely thighs. Darius caught a glimpse of her pink panties beneath her sweater as she bent forward at the knees and stepped out of her jeans. Then she straightened up, and after a moment's hesitation, pulled the sweater up over her head. As she let the garment fall to the floor, her soft red-brown hair settled over her bare shoulders.

Darius felt his erection intensify as he visually drank in the rear view of her semi-clothed body. Her shoulders were broad, her waist was thin, her ass was round but firm, and her legs were long and well-proportioned.

There was another protracted pause as Annabel evidently considered the next step of her humiliating ordeal, but then she reached around and unhooked her bra strap, and seconds later, it too was lying on the little heap of clothing at her bare feet. All that remained now were her panties, and Darius leaned forward as she pulled them slowly down, revealing the tantalizing cleft between her buttocks inch-by-inch, until her whole ass was exposed. Demurely, she bent at the knees again, keeping her legs tightly together as the tiny piece of pink cotton reached her ankles.

Then she straightened up and wrapped her arms around herself, and Darius had to stifle a giggle of delight-Annabel was already standing naked in his house!