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“You can keep staring at them, Pchelka, but they are going in the closet with the rest of your belongings.” Luka rounds the couch and sits on the cushion beside me.
“I put on the pair you gave me yesterday. Why did you have to do this too?” I point at the shoe boxes lined up in front of us. And it’s not like he went the reasonably priced route either. The black heels are Jimmy Choo’s. I could pawn them and pay my rent for a few months.
“Because you needed more than one pair, and some nice shoes.” He picks up the box with the sleek wedge sandals in them and tosses the lid back onto the table. “These will be nice with the short summer dress hanging in the closet.”
“You didn’t.” My eyes bulge. “Tell me you didn’t.”
“I won’t lie to you, Pchelka, not even about something silly like a dress.”
I shove off the couch. “You’re insane.”
Running down the hall to the bedroom, I hear his slow booted steps following behind me. The closet door is already open when I get there, so I throw the switch and step inside. The items I brought from home are still neatly folded in my overnight bag on the floor. But half of the closet that was bare yesterday is now full of dresses, slacks, blouses, skirts, jeans, and t-shirts. An entire fucking wardrobe is in here.
“You’re insane!” I yell as I pull a hangar off the rod. I’m not a complete fool. I can admire the beauty of this dark maroon dress with its three-quarter sleeves and full skirt. The wedges would go great with this dress too.
“That one is for tonight.” He leans a shoulder against the door frame and folds his arms over his chest.
“I can’t take these.” I glance down the long row of clothing. “I have clothes, Luka. I know they aren’t as sophisticated as all this, but they’re mine.” I shove the dress back onto the rod.
“There’s nothing wrong with your clothing,” he says, bending down to pick up my overnight bag. “But you didn’t bring enough, and you deserve better. I know you’ve been on your own since your grandmother passed away and money has been an issue. It’s not now.” He opens my bag and grabs the two rolled up t-shirts I have left in the bag. “These are fine for at home, or when you go to class, but tonight I’m taking you out and you need something else.” He drops the shirts back in and drops the bag to the floor of the closet.
“I’m not taking these when you go back to Russia. I’m not taking them.” I follow him from the closet as he walks across the room to his nightstand.
He stiffens for a brief moment when I mention his return home but shakes it off quickly.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he opens the drawer of his nightstand. When he stands back up his hand is open flat, and an anal plug sits perfectly in the middle of his palm. Instantly, my ass clenches at the sight of it. “No.” I shake my head and step backward away from him.
He cocks his head to the side with a satanic grin spreading across his lips. “Did you say no?”
“I did.” My hands fly behind me. Any sort of extra protection is a plus at this moment.
“Would you rather I shove my cock in your ass without properly stretching you first? I can, and I will, but you won’t enjoy it as much, and I want you to enjoy it.” He walks slowly toward me, the black silicone plug remaining perfectly perched on his hand.
“I thought we were just going to stay in tonight. You know, watch a movie, have some popcorn.” My steps bring me up against the dresser. I have nowhere else to escape.
“We have time for that later. It’s beautiful tonight. Still warm enough for us to enjoy being outside. Go put on that dress, leave your panties off.” He raises the plug. “I’ll help you get your little friend here secured.”
“My little friend?” My voice cracks.
“It is your friend because without it you’ll be unprepared to take my cock in your ass, and you are definitely getting my cock in your ass.”
“But why?” It’s a logical question. Ten minutes ago, I was staring at shoes I loved but didn’t want, and now I’m being glared down by a black silicone butt plug.
“Because it’s what I want.” He shrugs, as though it’s the most reasonable answer to give.
“What about what I want?”
With determined steps he makes his way to me until the tip of his boots touch my bare toes. Leaning down, he brushes his full lips across mine. The coarseness of his beard tickles my senses.
“You want me to take control, Pchelka. You love it when I’m holding the reins, when I spank your ass red, when I fuck you until you scream. You love all of it. So.” He brings the plug back into my line of vision. “You have to trust me that you will love this as well. Now, put on your dress and come back out so I can plug you like a good girl, or you’ll enjoy my belt first.”
My mouth dries. I’m not used to men talking so brazenly, so obscenely, but my body melts right into it.
“Enjoy your belt?” I want to make a joke, some sarcastic remark that will put me on the same playing field as him. But I’m not even playing the same game when it comes to the way he talks.
“Your pussy will enjoy it, but your ass won’t.” It’s a promise. And one his actions can back up.
“Fine.” I huff. I need to up my defensive game. He wins too easily. “Since you’ll just do it anyway.”
