Chapter 3

The incessant honking of the car disrupted the solemn afternoon in the convent until someone opened the gate and Nicholas drove through it.

He was angry that his father had still forced him to come to this stupid convent to pick up his wife, and he wanted everyone to know how pissed he was.

Out of everywhere he would have searched, his father chose a fucking convent! If it had been one of the daughters of his rich friends, he would have no problem because at least she would be a good fuck and understand their situation.

But a reverend sister? Isn't that illegal? He thought they had taken an oath not to know any men.

"Well, I guess human beings lie." He murmured to himself as he packed his car where he was directed. He looked at his mirror, ensuring he looked his best before he came down from his vehicle.

"Oh, sister Janet." Nicholas greeted her with fake enthusiasm as he saw a familiar face. "I am happy to see you."

"And likewise you. Your father told me about your predicament." The sister whispered as if it were a scandal. "And we are here to help."

"Thank you, sister," Nicholas said.

"My pleasures. Kindly follow me this way; sister Martha is waiting for you," she directed, and he began to follow her from behind, watching as her flowing dress moved in the wind.

She led him past the statues of Mary and Jesus until they got to a closed door. He was ushered in, and he went inside to meet sister Martha, whom his father said would be waiting for him.

"Sister Martha?" He asked as he entered the room and noticed a reverend sister sitting on the sofa. He asked just to be sure.

"Yes, it is. And I assume you are Nicholas; you have grown up so well." She remarked, and the young man smiled. It wasn't the first time he had received such a compliment.

"Thank you, sister. So where is she?" Nicholas asked, going straight to the point. He didn't want to spend more time here than was necessary; it was better to just get it done once and move on, so he could continue his normal life.

"Yes, she will be here soon; she is getting ready. Care for a drink, or water?" The kind sister asked, crinkles forming around her eyes as she smiled. And Nicholas wondered if they would go away if she had a man in her life.

He silently applauded them; they were trying. He wouldn't imagine himself coming to this world and leaving it without enjoying the pleasures life has to offer.

"Thank you, but I am okay." Nicholas was nervous as he waited for the arrival of his fiancee. It hasn't been his plan to get married, but if he wanted to, she would be at least pleasant to the eyes and be a good fuck.

At least he wouldn't cheat, but if it were otherwise, he couldn't guarantee his faithfulness.

There was a knock on the door, disrupting his thoughts. "You may come in." Sister Martha said, and the door opened quietly.

Nicholas found himself unconsciously holding his breath. "Please, she should be beautiful. I can't bear seeing an ugly face the first thing I wake up." He whispered under his breath, praying for his would-be wife.

The door creaked as it opened, and in came a young girl. "Innocent," was the first thought that came to his mind as he saw the young lady.

"Sister Martha." The lady called out in a voice so soft that Nicholas had problems hearing her; he had to strain his ears to hear her clearly.

"Mary, it's so nice of you to join us now." Sister Martha said behind her teeth, there was a certain threat associated with it, but Nicholas could care less about it. All he was focused on was his new wife.

She was small enough that you would want to protect her. He was sure that she should be about 5 feet 4 inches, and that was short in contrast to his 6 ft 1".

Her hair was covered up with a veil, but at least he would appreciate her face. She had a small face that was perfectly symmetrical. Her hazel eyes were framed with long, dark lashes, and her lips were rosy and plump.

He could imagine that lips wrapped around his cock, and his cock jerked alive. Maybe this marriage thing wouldn't be too bad.

There was no doubt that she was beautiful. "Cam would be green with envy when he saw his new wife." Nicholas thought as his eyes swept down her figure, trying to determine her shape.

Her face had already sold him, but he liked his women to have a bit of an ass with them so he could spank them. To his dismay, the rest of her body was hidden in that ugly habit that they were always forced to wear.

At that moment, he had never hated anything else. He wanted to see if her skin was soft and smooth like her lips were and if her ass would turn red if he spanked her.

"Nicholas, this is Mary. Your would-be-wife." Sister Martha said, gesturing to her. Nicholas grinned as he heard the name. Of course, she is Mary.  An innocent lamb like her would obviously bear Mary.

Mary's eyes widened as she heard what the sister said. Wife? That must be a joke. She thought that the good sister was calling her to reprimand her; she was about to confess her sins. She had woken up 5 minutes past 4 instead of the usual 4 a.m.

But her voice ceased as she saw the young man in the room. Apart from the father and other men in the church, she didn't think she had come across such a handsome young man as the one sitting beside the sister.

She curtsied politely, as she had always been taught to do, but the man paid her no heed. Instead, the next word from his mouth shocked her for life.

"Strip!" Nicholas growled out. He needed to see her; he needed to know what was underneath that habit. But he didn't know what made him say that.

"W..what?" Mary stuttered, not believing what she had just heard. Did this young man just tell her to strip in the midst of everyone? Granted, they were only three in the room, but it was not like her.

No one has ever seen her naked, not even the girls she lived with. It was highly frowned upon. Decency and modesty have always been their watchwords, and now the handsome stranger was telling her to break them in front of sister Martha.

"Err.." Sister Martha struggled to find what to say. It was unheard of that a client would ask such a thing. Some of them would just pick one and go. "Mr. Nicholas, I am not sure you are aware of our rules, but we don't allow that. We have always preached decency, and this would go against our..."

"I said strip Mary. I am a paying client, and I would like to see what I am paying for. She is to be my wife, and I would like to see all the goods." Nicholas demanded; he hadn't meant the words before. They had just spilled out of his mouth.

But it was already out to all the world, and he couldn't take it back. So he would just have to go through with it. And he was also curious, wanting to see what she would look like.

"You heard the young man, Mary. Do as he says." Mary was yet to recover from the shock that the man had given her, and now the sister was telling her to do what the young man asked.

The sister had told her to strip like it was a normal thing. As normal as asking how your day went or what you ate. She looked at her sister Mary, trying to plead with her, but sister Martha's face was stoic and didn't give anything away.

What happened to all the decency lessons that had been ingrained into her before she could even start talking well?

"But sister?" Mary called out in protest.

"I wouldn't repeat myself, Mary. Do as the young man says. Or do you need another seminar on disobedience?" Sister Martha warned her, and she shook her head.

"No sister."

"What did the father say about disobedience?" Sister Martha continued, trying to break her.

Mary sighed before she began to quote a verse of the holy book, which had always been her guide since she was little. "The sin of disobedience is like witchcraft."

"Good, so go on."

Mary sighed, resigning herself to fate; there was nothing she could do again. She grabbed the soft cotton and began to pull the habit over her head. Her heart was pounding, knowing that two other people were watching her.

Mary removed the clothing completely and carefully kept it on the floor. She heard the sharp intake of air from the unknown man, and she panicked. Did he not like what he saw?

"And the undergarments, remove them."