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Rhett sent the buckle bunny home, sighing when he closed the door behind him.
He’d needed the release. Last night was a total fuck-up. First you, in that goddamn dress, then the canceled tournament. Last night had been so important for his success in the championship. Now he still wasn’t in the clear.
Your clinginess had put him off, and he felt cornered. When had you become so… brash?
Rhett didn’t like you that way. He needed you to be absolutely compliant to him and his words. Do whatever he wanted you to do and, most importantly, only do it whenever he told you to.
Maybe all it took to get you back in line was a present? Something you’d accept as an apology. Something that wouldn’t involve him standing at your doorstep and actually having to say the words ‘I’m sorry’.
Something he would benefit from in more than one way…
The middle-aged lady at the store helped him pick the right set for you. A lot of lace, yet it would barely cover your perfect tits and definitely not hide your hard nipples. Flaming red, contrasted with blush fabric underneath. Added with something that he’s never heard of before, a garter belt.
He’d seen it on the mannequin in the middle of the store, and imagined you in it, instantly getting hard. Fuck, it’d look so good strapped around your waist, perfectly hugging your female curves.
He could already picture himself hooking his fingers under the belt as he rammed his cock inside your little cunt.
The package arrived at your home two days later. You’d been feeling miserable ever since that night, avoiding your father at any price as you stayed in your room. Looking out the window day in, day out, you dreamed about a life with Rhett — had it not come to this.
“Y/N!” Your father called you from downstairs, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality. “There’s a package for you.”
It didn’t have sender on it, and secretly you hoped it was from him. You rushed back upstairs, closing the door to your bedroom, yet you couldn’t lock it — your father had never installed a lock —, and placed the parcel on your bed.
You ripped it open, then lifted the sides. A note looked at you immediately.
Wear this tomorrow and meet me at the Blackwood Park at 4.
If you don’t hate me.
- R
The set was the riskiest thing you’d ever laid your eyes on, but when you snuck into the bathroom to try it on and take a look at yourself, you instantly imagined yourself with him again. A smile crept up on your face, and those familiar tingles were back in your stomach.
You couldn’t wait to see him again.