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CW: Fingering in public, exhibitionism, degradation kink, face slapping, choking, daddy kink. Comments like "I hate daddy kink" will be removed. If it's not your thing, that's fine, but it might be someone else's and kink shaming isn't cool.
As always, the Romanian is google translate and probably inaccurate. If you have a more accurate translation, feel free to send it my way!
JAMES
Peter stops the car in front of Providence while Dahlia swipes poppy red lipstick across her mouth, pursing her lips together in the mirror as she examines her reflection in her compact. She's perfect, elegant. Two years in and he's just as obsessed with her as the day he walked into that flower shop. He'll never get over how unbelievably stunning she is, how well she's adjusted to this world. But she still has so much to learn, and he has so much to teach her.
She's his Queen, his huntress, and she's the most important thing in the world to him. The fact that he can't tell her the full extent of his plans crushes him. But that's what tonight is for. He's naming the restaurant in the hotel after her. Dahlia's. He wants her and Wanda to design the entire thing from top to bottom. She would be incredible at it, she has a gift for it. Over the last two years, she's had to put that aside.
"Parker, we'll be a couple of hours at least. I'll call you when we need to be picked up." He pauses and smiles at Peter as he catches the young man's eye in the reflection of the rearview mirror. "Go and take MJ out for dinner."
James pulls out his phone and Venmo's Peter $5,000. Peter's phone dings and he gasps softly at the notification. He should be used to this by now. James likes to keep his employees happy and well-paid.
"Mr. Barnes, I couldn't—"
"You can and you will show that beautiful girl the best time. We'll see you later, Pete."
Peter is stammering a thank you as James steps out of the car first, opening her door for her and helping her step out. His arm instinctively winds around her waist.
"That was really sweet of you," Dahlia says softly. "Back there, with Peter."
His fingers interlock with hers. This is where he belongs, right beside her. He loves her so much it makes him feel fucking crazy. Every second he's without her is agony. As much as he loves power, there are days when he wishes he just burned this entire empire to the ground and the two of them took their money and ran off to a deserted island.
James shrugs.
"Yeah, well, maybe I am getting softer in my old age."
Dahlia chuckles. She's draped in shimmering gold fabric that cost him 25 grand, but she wears it so goddamn well. She's ethereal, and she only gets more beautiful as time goes by. As the two of them walk toward the restaurant, he smiles at her.
