Revenge

clara, 26+, Indie blog loves historical and supernatural but will be up to write anything Have fun everyone +semi selective

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Who I Am ...ON HIATUS

i’m clara, 25 years old, in est.cst, and use she / her pronouns. there will be usfw and triggering material on here and i do not tag triggers. i am selective but will be open to making new mutual writing partners, i will not write with anybody under the age of 21 and will not write with you if you use static icons or large gifs, and i’m less motivated if there are zero gifs at all because- i don’t know i can’t focus or understand what i’m writing without a gif for some reason. also if you don’t cut your posts, or if you use anybody on my banned list i’m more likely to not reply. you do not need to message me if we are not already mutual, i feel so weird when it feels like i’m giving people acceptances to reply to me. i’d feel better if you reply and i base on my rules and comfortability if i reply. please do not use me as a resource blog, i will soft block you. but i am a lover of multiple genre’s and would love to world build from historical, sci-fi, horror, mystery, drama, rom-com, etc. but this isn’t a fandom blog, i may write in worlds that are already in shows but i’d be using my own oc’s. if you read all of this thanks, and i hope we can build worlds together

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"What's wrong with my hair?" It had been a few weeks since they'd had someone come in to cover her roots so her natural red was showing, but she didn't think he'd had a problem with the blonde. It wasn't like she was trying to do it herself. Of course there was no point arguing with him about shoes, even if he had already bought about a dozen pairs, it was clear he wanted something to go with this dress. Still she didn't want for him to leave the room before she stripped out of the evening gown and back into the first dress of the day.

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Nothing was. He just wanted to see her more to his tastes, which meant matching the clothes. And the blonde dye was fine but he liked his girls with darker shades. "Just follow me," he let his thumb brush against her bottom lip before pulling away from her. For their next stop, they were headed for the salon for the last part of their day.

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It would be so easy to argue with him, remind him that every woman in that brothel was also his though-- well she'd never actually heard him claim them the way he did her. He hadn't brought any of them out and showered them with expensive clothing (though she was sure she would be thanking him for it all night) and even now, she was the one standing here whilst his fingers played with her as he laid his claim. "I am yours," She said back to him, leaning up to meet his lips with her own.

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As their lips touched, he let her words rest on his chest. It wasn't a lie, she recognized it as a fact. With a soft *clink* the handcuffs were unlocked from her wrist and she was free. "Let's get you some shoes...And do something about your hair." A reward. Hearing that from her made him want to praise her and give her more.

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This was what scared her. How easily she could melt into his kisses, how her skin tingled when his hands were on her. He seemed to enjoy spoiling her now but what if he got bored, could she go back to what she'd been living in before. He wanted her to dance and that wasn't possible, would he throw her away when he realised just how bad she was? And strangely this kiss was more gentle than any of the others. There was lust in it of course but it seemed to be paired more with longing. She broke the kiss only slightly, "What if you don't want me anymore?"

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Felix stopped. He wasn't sure what was going through her head, she belonged to him. It wasn't a matter of wanting her, but that he already had her. She was his girl, she was his money, she was his relief. "I don't throw away what belongs to me. Even if you try to run- you are mine," his fingers trailed up her neck before grabbing the side of her face. "Get that silly thought out of your head, you are mine." There was no releasing her, no letting her get away. There was only one option, by his side. "Kiss me if you understand."

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Her hips moved against him as he slipped inside of her again but his words were playing through her mind over and over again. He didn't like it when she lied, when she faked things. He'd know if she just said what she thought would placate him. "It scares me." Those were the only words she could come up with. He didn't scare her, but the fact that she did like this attention scared her.

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He froze for a moment when he heard that, because what did that mean? Was she scared of liking what he's giving her? Was she scared of him? What the hell about his games scared her...He'd expected her to admit she liked it, but it must have been a lie if she was admitting that it scared her. Then he found himself smiling, because if it scared her, how far from thrilling could he guide her down till she felt tingles just thinking about him. HIs lips were on hers as he kissed her, wanting to rip the dress off of her and fuck her right here, but he wanted to see her in this dress again. He'd have to wait till she was in something that he could rip before doing that.

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Indie bit her lip to hold in a laugh. The way he had been teasing her had been clear, he wasn't planning on letting her cum. No he had been trying to make her make a sound and even now, the way he sucked at her body she knew it. Her nipple between his teeth and the hand that had been inside her back between her legs. Only he wasn't touching her, just circling her juices all over her thigh. Exactly over-- well she knew what was there. "I'm sorry, Sir."

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"Shhh-" his finger found it's way to her lips. "I don't want to hear apologies, I want to see results." No he didn't, he wanted her bucking and rolling against him to find a some kind of release. Only for his hand to stop moving as he felt a scar, one that he'd seen and chose to ignore, but now it was putting a bad taste in his mouth. Before she could ask why he stopped, two fingers were in her again. "Admit it, you like being taken care of- you like when you draw my attention."

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This was mean. He'd spent so much time telling her how he wanted to hear her, wanted to feel her orgasm and now he was teasing her and wanting her to be silent. Her breathing was changing and leg on the ground shaking as her licked at her but so far she was managing to keep with the task at hand. Until she felt him nip her clit and a mix of a gasp and a moan left her mouth. It wasn't loud enough for the people outside to hear but the smirk she could feel told her he did.

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He could only smile to himself as he stopped touching her, he pulled himself away before standing back to his feet. "You made a sound," his fingers played with the edge of the dress covering her breasts and he pulled it down exposing more or herself. "I had hopes you could hold it together till you came on my tongue," his lips found her tits and began sucking and biting at her skin.

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Of course he had handcuffs on him. Her hands cuffed together and now hanging above her head Indie was flush against the wall, gasping quietly when her leg was thrown over his shoulder. Right now she was solely dependant on him. He could strip her naked and leave her here if he wanted but it didn't seem to be the case as his lips trailed up her legs before she felt his tongue slide up her slit.

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Was it unreasonable to ask her not to make a sound when she couldn't cover her mouth? Yes, but that was the best part, being able to punish her a bit when she failed the task. His tongue continued to lick at her while he thrusted two fingers inside. He could feel her breathing getting heavier as he tried to tease her and keep her from her orgasm.

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"Yes." The word was whispered before she could think of any other response. Because truly she did like this dress, quite a bit even. "But when would I ever wear it?" Was he dressing her up for his own enjoyment or did he actually have something planned?

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He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pair of cuffs before attaching it to her wrist. Slowly walking her to the wall, before attaching her to the rack where the clothes she'd been trying on were. Felix walked to the door and locked it before unbuttoning and removing his shirt. Folding it before setting it down, "Not a sound from you, you don't want to be caught- do you?" He dropped to his knees before taking one of her legs and pulled it over his shoulders as he disappeared under her dress.

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"I'm not saying not on display, just not up to my ears." She took his hands, lowering them just a little bit. It wasn't over the top but she could move and he could still see almost everything. As they moved to different stores she noticed the trend. The woman, who introduced herself as Vera, was always there, working with the assistant to find things whilst Felix made his decisions. They didn't carry anything with them, it was all clearly sent back to the house. No expense was being spared though as the man plied her with underwear, pyjamas, shoes, even a few bags.

The last store was the most unexpected. It was so-- formal. Like he planned to dress her up and show her off to people. Whispers about something being ordered already and she was taken to the back to dress in a stunning midnight blue dress. It was velvet but also had twinkles of rhinestones on it. A slit in the leg and the most stunning corseted top she had seen. Her back was exposed with only laces to tie it together on her body. Her hands were running over it as the curtain opened and the main joined her.

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He was stunned, it was more beautiful than he'd intended it to be. It was supposed to be sexy, not breathtaking. He wanted her to take it off, but then she gave him eyes as if asking how did she look and his hands moved before his mouth. Reaching for her waist and pulling her close, until her chest was against his, with the slit his hand had easy access to reach between her legs. Depraved thoughts filled his mind while looking at her like this, "Do you like it?"

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"Like if I lean forward even a little bit my boobs are going to fall out of it." Which might have been what he wanted but his question was how did she feel. And honestly she didn't like this dress. Looking in the mirror she caught his eye in the reflection. "I'm a lot more comfortable with them sitting about here." She gestured on her front. The length wasn't an issue, she'd never hated short dresses. But she did have to admit it would pair nicely with a jacket and stockings as the days grew colder-- which they were only going to do at this point.

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"Well I like them on display," his hand brushed hers aside before squeezing them up as if she were in a coreset. It wasn't like she had anyone else to be dressing for, he let his hands drop as she was taken away again to try on some more outfits. Each outfit he inspected and nodded, until he told the workers to wrap up everything she wore. Before heading towards Prada to do the same thing.

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"I can't add to what I already owe." It would be an endless cycle of debt and there could be another chance he would just sell her off to another man and it would all begin again. Indie couldn't get comfortable. The look he gave her told her not to argue, maybe he wasn't speaking literally. As they entered the store she saw another woman waiting for them and Indie was ushered into the back. This woman didn't seem to work for Chanel, explaining that she was a personal shopper for Mr Rossi. Indie was stripped and suddenly it was a flurry of measuring tapes and papers as notes were taken.

She waited in the changing rooms for almost fifteen minutes (the sweats already removed from the room) before the woman and sale assistant returned with underwear and a few dresses. It all fit like a glove, though this dress had her boobs pushed up much higher than Indie had thought they could go. She reached back to take it off before she was stopped. "Mr Rossi wishes to see you in anything picked out for you." Of course, he would still have final say.

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As she stepped out, she looked much better already. It was georgeous on her body. Fit in all the right places. He paced around her for a few rotations before nodding. "I want to see something with more waist and a lower cleavage." They nodded and quickly went off to grab more clothes as he stepped closer to her. "How does it feel?"

[intoxfolklorex]

She'd been woken early and given breakfast but still Indie wasn't sure what was going on as he took her down to a mall. It was not one that she was used to, brands that she had heard of but could only ever dream of going inside. And it was all shut down, an insane showing of his wealth without a second thought. Prada, Gucci, Hermes, one next to the other as staff waited for them to enter. "I can't afford any of this."

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"I never said it was free," his hand went t the back of her neck and slowly trailed down to her shoulder bone. "You'll pay it back, don't worry about that," they were led to clothing first to get her out of his first. Chanel was first on the list. Short dresses with thin shoulder straps, classy yet revealing. "Choose whatever you want to try on."

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He confused her more and more every day. Once he was gone Indie looked around the room to find an adjoining bathroom, so at least she would be able to clean up properly. He had interrupted her end of night routine. If she had been less tired Indie might have indulged in the giant bathtub but for now she settled for a hot shower. Once she finished she turned to find the shirt she'd been wearing had disappeared but sitting folded on the sink was something else. A pair of sweats and a jumper. They were both too big for her, Indie having to tie up the drawstring to get them to stay up and swimming in the top as she climbed into the bed.

The other thing she noted was that the room was warm. Not just barely warm enough for her to not freeze to death, but warm. It was all so different and that's all she could think of as she drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning he had her ushered off into the car after she'd eaten breakfast. He was going to get her in clothes, and the mall was shut down for the next few hours to everyone except them, so that he could get her through the shops without any interruption.

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This room was-- different. It was not where she was expecting to be led at all and there was confusion clear on her face as she looked at the man standing in front of her. "I don't understand? I thought I was here to be your sex toy for the weekend?"

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"You will be," but her room had been so depressing that it would be better for his doll to live in a dollhouse not a box. "But I don't want to fuck you right now, I'm busy. So no exploring, no stealing and no touching yourself until I call on you."

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Indie raised an eyebrow at him. The man had just shown his annoyance at her doing her job, become disgusted at her living arrangements, and declared her as his own. There was no way he was planning on throwing her back to the Morellis. She didn't say anything else, instead just looking out the window as the city flew by.

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At least that seemed to reach her as she'd gone quiet. She was finally recognizing their dynamic. The rest of the car ride continued in silence, he even took a moment to rest his eyes until the car slowed to a stop in front of his place. He led her upstairs, this tie not to the red room. It was a bedroom, much nicer than than the closet she'd been living in.

[intoxfolklorex]

"Right. Going from minimum $500 for someone to lay their eyes on me to any old person who pays entry to the club. Hell of a promotion. Work more, earn less. I might not have actual work experience but I'm pretty sure it is supposed to go the other way around."

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She really complained a lot, "Too bad, this is life- or I could give you back to the Morelli's," which to him would be a viable threat. That family was a bane on his existence and he wished more than anything to see them fall.