𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

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Kailani sat quietly, her delicate hands resting on the luxury table as the nail technician worked meticulously on her nails. The hum of the salon was quiet, punctuated only by the soft clinking of tools and the occasional murmur between the staff. She could feel his eyes on her, an ever-present weight that made her skin prickle. Salvatore sat a few feet behind her, silent, looming, his gaze never wavering from her.

She flexed her fingers slightly, nerves making her heart beat a little faster. It wasn't the first time he had taken her to a place like this, somewhere designed to pamper and spoil her, but the intensity of his gaze always left her feeling exposed, like she was on display solely for his approval.

The technician smiled at her, holding up the small bottle of pale pink polish. "Is this color okay?" she asked softly.

Kailani nodded, her lips parting to speak, but no words came. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder at Salvatore, her eyes meeting his dark, piercing gaze for a split second before she looked away. His presence was overwhelming, his silence even more so.

As the technician began painting her nails, Salvatore sat, his attention going towards the laptop on his lap every now and then, huge arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark tattoos visible beneath the sleeves of his shirt.

Once her nails were finished, they left the salon, Salvatore's large hand gripping her waist possessively as they made their way through the luxury mall. He led her into a plushie shop, the bell above the door tinkling softly as they entered. The place was bright, colorful, filled with soft toys of all shapes and sizes. Kailani's eyes lit up, a small smile tugging at her lips as she wandered between the shelves, her fingers brushing over the plush animals.

Salvatore followed closely behind her, his hand occasionally caressing the back of her head in a gentle, protective gesture as she picked up a large, fluffy bear.
His huge hand completely covered her small head. She clutched the bear to her chest, the plush fabric soft against her skin as she turned to look up at him with those big, brown doe eyes of her, through her long, thick eyelashes.

"Do you like this one?" she asked in her usual soft voice.

Salvatore said nothing, but his hand moved to her hair again, fingers threading through the strands before he gave a gentle, approving tug. That was all the answer she needed. Her heart fluttered as she turned back to the plushie, hugging it a little tighter before deciding to take it.

After leaving the shop, Salvatore led her back to his car, a sleek, black machine that screamed power and wealth. As they drove in silence, Kailani found herself absently fiddling with the soft fur of the plushie in her lap, her mind wandering as she mumbled stuff to herself. The city lights blurred outside the window, casting fleeting shadows across Salvatore's unreadable face.

Later that evening, as they returned to the mansion, Salvatore guided her upstairs to the master bedroom. When they entered, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of candles, a warm ambiance that contrasted sharply with his usual cold intensity. He motioned for her to sit on the bed, his large frame looming over her as he retrieved a small velvet box from his pocket.

Kailani blinked, her legs swinging excitedly as he opened it, revealing a delicate pearl necklace inside. The pearls shimmered softly in the candlelight, each one perfectly round and pristine. But there was something darker, something more intimate about the gift. She didn't need to know-that the pearls weren't just pearls. They were filled with his cum, a twisted, obsessive declaration of his ownership of her.

He stepped closer, his fingers brushing her neck as he fastened the necklace around her throat. The cool pearls rested against her skin, a stark reminder of the power he held over her, the lengths he would go to keep her close. She swallowed hard, her fingers instinctively reaching up to touch the necklace, the weight of it heavy with unspoken promises.