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“I can’t take these.” I say softly, clutching the small bag. His brow furrows.
“Why? Do you not like them? I can return them and get you a different set-“
“No. I mean I cannot take them at all.” The corners of his cat-like mouth come down in a frown.
“Do you not appreciate the things I buy for you?” He asks softly, head tilted as he sits down.
“I do but they’re too much. I’ve done nothing-“
“Silence.” He says, voice low. “Come. Bring the bag.” I do as told, and stand between his leg quietly.
“Put the chain on.” I pull the thick chain from the abt and clip it on, slipping it around so the clasp is on the back. He reaches forward and tugs on it harshly so we’re face to face.
“Pants off. Over my knee.” I slide my waistband down and lay over his lap quietly. He slides off my underwear and rests a hand on my thigh.
“Hand me the waist chain.” I pull it from the bag and pass it back. “I heard you mention waistchains, so I bought you one,” he says softly, fastening it, “but you never wear it. Is there something wrong with it my love?”
“It has diamonds on it, Helmut.”
“Are they too big? I’m sure we can find smaller ones. If not it can be customized to your liking.”
“I am not wearing diamonds on a gold chain about my waist. I’ll get mugged.”
“You don’t feel safe? Would you like to have a weapon? You know I have plenty.”
“No. I simply don’t want to wear them.”
“Mm.” He takes a soft breath and strikes me. I gasp.
“Brat. I buy you all these things. And what do you do? You refuse to wear them.” He speaks slowly, punctuating each word with a slap. I whimper quietly.
“All of these pretty things. But you still want to wear those cheap clothes, why?” Smack. Smack. Smack. It’s a rhetorical question. I know I’m not supposed to answer. My skin is burning now. He kneads and fondles my skin roughly. I wince.
“You’re so wet.” He says breathlessly, slowly sliding a finger into me. I shudder, my legs falling apart. “I’m starting to think that you get on my nerves just for this.” He presses on my clit and my hips jump back.
“Stay still.”
“It’s dripping down your thighs.” He says softly as my core clenches with another orgasm.
“Mmmmh”
“Are you going to wear my things now?” He asks, moving his fingers over my clit again.
“Yes! Yes I swear. I’ll wear them. I’ll wear them I promise… oh god.” I can feel tears streaming down my face and I keen. He’s not stopping.
“Please. Please no more. Stop. Please. I can’t take anymore.” His fingers finally withdraw and a shaky breath leaves me. He grabs my neck gently and lift me up to sit in his lap. I stare at him through lidded eyes.
“Oh you look a mess my love.” He says, pulling me into a kiss.
“Mmh.”
“Makes me want to ravage you. You’re so soft and pliant. These jewels look delightful.” He unzips his pants and frees his cock, pulling me by my hips and lowering me onto him. My walls pulse and flutter around him and he gasps.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he says, rubbing my back and kissing my shoulder. I groan into the crook of his neck and move my hips slowly, savoring the drag of his dick. He lets out a long groan and grips my hips, holding me close and lifting his hips to meet mine. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear, along with curses and praises in a language I can’t understand, probably Sokovian. It makes me clench hard and his breath hitches.
“God you’re so good, you feel so good. I love you.” He says breathlessly as he cums inside.
“I love you too.” I mumble. He lifts me off and carries me to the bathroom, stripping us and helping me under the shower.
“The jewe-“
“It won’t rust.” He says with a soft smile.
“So will you let me buy you nice things?”
“Yes. I like when you buy me nice things.”