I beg you

Karina

Klaus' words are like a bait right in front of me, which he deftly dangles, showing me everything I could lose if I gave up. He knows that as much as I want to leave, as much as I'm desperate to run away from here and never come back, I would never have the courage to let my mother be evicted and lose the house that took her years to pay for.
The property was purchased right after I was born, from a family acquaintance who didn't mind the delays, but after his son inherited everything from him, he began to manage the dozens of late installments with an iron fist.
— You can't watch me take a shower — I whisper, my eyes falling filling with tears. — No man has seen me naked, so p-please… don’t do this to me. Don't torture me like that — I beg you.
If he can smell my fear so well, he is aware that the terror in my tone of voice is not a lie, and I know I am right about that, because his posture changes completely when he hears me, suddenly very surprised, and much less angry than seconds ago. His expression softens, even if it's still a little fierce.
—Are you telling me you're a virgin? — He half-closes his eyes, lit like two headlights, which gradually return to green, and I nod. - Why?
Inside my head there are thousands of explanations that would be too difficult to talk about right now. “I haven't met the right person” or “I don't have the courage to be naked in front of a man who might laugh at me” seem to me to be the most correct answers, and also the most naive ones that would perhaps make Klaus think I'm stupid.
— Just take it out of the contract or I'll leave now.
I end up sniffling and take a few seconds to breathe deeply and calm down. Just imagining Klaus being able to see me naked makes me nervous and afraid of his bad reaction.
If the loose screw inside his head thinks I'm good for the fake dating job, I won't question it, I need the money, however, I won't push my luck and get naked or he might notice that I'm not enough and want dismantle everything.
— And you can't look at me while I masturbate either. — I try to sound the as decisive as possible. I'm trading my body and that's absurd.
— You still can't touch any males, or even look in their direction.
or there will be consequences — he insists, but leaves the subject of nudity alone, which is a great relief for me.
— Isn't this a fake relationship? Why do you need this?
Just because of my smell?
— Because I don't have complete control of myself, Karina — he replies. simply, and it sends that special chill down my spine that only Klaus has managed to awaken in me since the moment I met him. — There's a part of me that won't accept that it's a lie, that smells you and wants to possess you. Possessiveness is part of my race, it's instinctive, and the second I met you in that hotel it took over me. But there's no need to worry, in a few days my fixation will go away.
He comes towards me, as I remain at the door with my hand on the handle, and I lean against the wood, tripping over my own feet.
— What do you mean you don't have complete control over yourself?
An insane part of me is happy that he has a “fixation” on me, because without it, I wouldn't be able to pay off the rest of my mom's house. And the other part is asking what my problem is in thinking I'm lucky to be being chased by this being.
— Do I look like an elf to you, little human? — Arch one Thick black eyebrows and leave my mouth dry.
— Y-you have pointy ears... — I shrug nervously.
— Have you ever seen an elf with a tail? With horns? With eyes that shine? — With each question Klaus takes another step, and like in the office last night he corners me. — Have you ever seen anything like me in a book of fairy tales?
—What are you really? — I whisper, with my chin up
to keep it in sight. There was no way I would take my eyes off this man, not with everything about him screaming danger.
— When the time is right, you will know — he declares, which makes my curiosity arises.
Does that mean they've been lying to us all this time? That they're not elves at all?!
— I can't sign a contract with you without having all the information. — I shake my head, proud of myself for still managing to have a civilized conversation without melting on the floor with so much shame and fear. I'm maintaining steady eye contact.
— You can and will sign the contract — he assures me and his aroma envelops, making my knees soften. I would even find it strange, if this weren't the second time this happened to me. It must be his natural effect on people. — No more questions for now, Karina, we're out of time.
— Make a new contract, I want everything in writing. You don't look at me naked, don't force me into anything sexual or hurt me — I reinforce my points.
— You're safe with me. — She presses her full lips together, no liking that I doubt his word, and it's my turn to arch an eyebrow at him, a very suspicious one.
—But you just said that you’re not always in control of yourself…
— For you I can make an effort. —Blink your right eye
me sarcastically and leaves me awestruck at how sensual he can be. This man is the most intriguing and senseless thing that has ever appeared in front of me. —Now go upstairs, take a shower and put on the clothes I separated for you.
- We're going out? — Reality hits me like a slap in the face.
I just agreed to be this guy's fake girlfriend... and we're going out,
TOGETHER!
— Let’s go to dinner with my… family — he says, which leaves me even more tense. I'm pretty sure that high school theater classes won't be enough for this week. - Daughter in law! — he suddenly screams and my whole body shakes. It doesn't take long before a girl with short, straight hair comes running, and she looks as scared as I am. — Take Karina to her room and help her shower and change.
— I have a room?! — He continues to surprise me.
— From now on you live with me, but you have your own room, where you will sleep every night.
— That wasn't in the contract!
— It will be now, Karina. Either you sleep here or you can leave. — This is absurd. — I cross my arms in front of my chest.
I'm sure the week next to this clueless person will be full of war!
— I know, but you better start getting used to the fact that things will only go
become more absurd from now on. — He shrugs.What a stupid man!— Go upstairs and take your shower, and I hope you didn't buy anything smelly, like those body creams and soaps, or you'll have to take another shower.

***

Nora is very silent and no matter how much I try to talk to her to find out more about Klaus and his real origin, the girl only responds to what is necessary.
My room is something out of this world, with a bed that must be almost twice the size of a normal single. I think an entire orgy could fit on top of the soft mattress that feels like I'm lying on clouds. But thank God there are no people here, just the various bags from the many purchases I made today. It's a shame I couldn't really test everything, as dinner is so close.
I've never spent so much at once, this is literally triple the number of pieces in my wardrobe at Oliver's house. In fact, she spent the day in contact with me, making video calls every twenty minutes to find out if I was really alive.
Poor my best friend, she's going to panic when she finds out that I'm going to spend a week at that crazy Klaus' house. But I'm sure it will be worth it in the end, when I can bring smiles to my mother's face. I just don't know if I'll have the courage to tell you how I managed to pay off all the debts we've been accumulating in a life of unstable jobs. I hope I can find a good excuse...
I think about it more while I take a bath and Nora even offers to wash my hair, but I find it very strange to be helped in this more intimate way, so I let her go and organize the many bags of clothes in the closet, which is a small room with practically the size of my room.
As soon as I finish my shower, I comb and dry my thick, dark hair with a hairdryer, I go back to the room and get a little scared.
— Mr. Klaus separated this dress for you — says Nora, who She has blue eyes and brown hair, showing me a black dress that is technically very simple.
The piece doesn't have any major adornments other than a bold slit, which will go down my right leg, and a more than generous V-neckline, which will leave me almost bare-breasted. I hope they have some of those little ribbons to stick the fabric to the skin. In fact, I don't even know if I have a bra that can be worn with this!
— Isn't that a little bold for a family dinner? — Semi-closed eyes, but then I remember something.
Persian women don't appear on TV that much, but every time I saw them, they wore sexy outfits. They all have an average height much greater than humans, some are thin, others are fat and several are even very muscular, but all of them, without exception, are always covered in jewelry and bold designer clothes.
— You should wear those shoes, according to Mr. Klaus. —
She points to a pair of very shiny silver satin pumps on the bed. — And this accessory. — She wears what looks almost like a little necklace, but I'm not sure how it would look on my neck. It's silver and has stones that imitate diamonds. — It's to be placed on your leg, which will be more visible, at the top of your thigh.
My eyes widen at the explanation. I've seen people wearing this “thigh chain”, or whatever it's called, however, I've never thought of myself wearing one of these. It's too sexy and I've always been more basic.
— Was Klaus the one who chose this? — I arch an eyebrow, and Suddenly my heart starts beating faster with anxiety.
I've never met a single man who actually chose what his wife or girlfriend would wear, for me it was always a movie thing that any of them cared about it.
- Yes ma'am.
— But... I didn't buy that item today, just this shoe. How can he know my size?
— This dress is flexible and Mr. Klaus is very observant. Must have looked at the clothes the lady wears and chose the size that seemed more or less right. — Your explanation leaves my cheeks feeling hot, because I suddenly realize how much attention this man paid to me.


***

I'm literally in a cold sweat by the time I finish applying blood red lipstick to my lips, another choice of Klaus's. He is a controlling man with bold taste. I would never choose something like that to put on my face, especially at a family dinner.
The false eyelashes and black eyeliner were applied by Nora, as I'm not the most skilled at this part. It's not ugly, on the contrary, it's beautiful, dramatic and… I think it's very Persian. They really have a whole world of their own.
The black dress is almost like a second skin on me, it sticks to everything, even my rounded belly, which is an area that I don't always wake up willing to show off.
The piece has long sleeves and is comfortable, but very revealing on the bare leg and neckline, which in the end fit like a glove over my breasts, I just couldn't wear a bra, which left my sensitive nipples showing through the fabric. .
And it's at that same moment that I'm thinking about what I'm going to do with these two headlights on, that I hear two knocks on the door.
— Are you ready yet? — he asks from the other side with his powerful voice.
— Y-yes. But there are some important pieces missing, see? — I decide talking just because he really chose every single thing that was on my body so far. — So I put on some cotton panties that I bought underneath, and I don't know if...
Before I can even finish the sentence, the door is already being opened, because he obviously has a spare key to my room. Klaus looks at me like I've committed a crime and his eyes start to turn yellow, but only the iris this time.
— Why did you let her put on the wrong panties? — he asks, don’t stop me, and yes to Nora.
— Sorry, sir, I-I haven't had time to explain it to her yet. - A maid seems to want to disappear.
—Give me the right damn panties, Nora! — asks and suddenly the girl is running across the room to grab a golden bag from one of the
bed pillows. From inside she takes out a pair of panties that look big enough to fit me and are the color of my skin.
— Why do I have to wear these panties and not one of the ones I bought?
today? The ones in the mall are also big.
I'm too lost on the subject, but it soon disappears from my head as if it had never existed when I take a closer look at the man in front of me. I have to hold myself back from drooling.
Klaus wears a full tuxedo, with a bow tie and even a vest, but his shirt is black and his tie is red, which gives quite an effect with his contrasting golden skin, pointy ears and piercings. It's like his chest looks even wider and taller with this outfit.
The hair is still a little disheveled, but now it has a wet effect and Klaus' scent only exudes more.
I feel so stupid that I don't even react when the man comes up to me, kneels in front of me in all his feline way and puts his hand under my dress. My intimacy responds instantly, pulsing as if I had a second heart between my legs.
—W-What are you doing?! — I shout, as the enchantment soon wears off. Yours
Warm fingers touch my thigh and their claws even scrape a little. It's not painful, but it gives me goosebumps.
— I'm protecting you, I'm going to take off your current panties.
— You're not going to take any shit from me! — I refuse to let Keep touching me and I'll go back. This situation is very embarrassing, even more so with the maid seeing everything.
— Nora, get out of here! While she was taking a shower I gave her instructions and You didn't follow. — His words are like growls, this time even showing his fangs longer than normal human teeth, and I feel really sorry for Nora, who almost flies out of the room she's going so fast.
— Don't treat her like that, you rude! — How do I know exactly what it’s like when your boss talks to you like that, I quickly come to Nora’s defense.
— Did you know that wearing the wrong panties could cost you your life?! — He squints his eyes, which are becoming more yellow.
- What are you talking about?
— Whenever you are among many Persians, you should put on panties special thing that protects your scent, so no one will be able to tell if you get excited. The scent of an aroused female can turn any male who
Don't be crazy coupled. — He massages his temples as if he has a headache and his face softens with anger, or tries to, at least. — This is safer, since they will take you by force if they feel your body wants it, even if your mind doesn't. Of course I wouldn't let anyone touch you, but it's a good idea to always use it, since you wouldn't have the strength to defend yourself.
Is he really serious?!
— I'm not going to get excited, so I don't need to use this — I lie, because Right now I'm hot all over because of your little touch.
— Wear your damn panties or we won't leave — he says, still kneeling.
I always thought that Klaus wouldn't put himself down easily, he seems more like the type to take, rather than give something. However, with the fierce man on his knees, ready to take panties off of me and put them on, this theory of mine doesn't hold up well.
— Okay, give it to me here and I'll put it in myself. Why on earth would I leave you dress me?
— A male must dress his female, I only let Nora do it this time because you don't want to follow the customs. — She stands up and hands the panties into my hand. My face burns with great shame for him touching the clothes that will be in contact with my intimacy. — You are my temporary partner now, it's a common thing among my people, like dating.
— I am a temporary partnerfalse. — I hide the piece behind me, as if that would make any difference.
— You really think you're going to bend me, don't you, little human? - Your Tom suddenly becomes very humorous, as if this were a joke.
Don't you understand that nothing you tell me makes sense? A fake relationship is ok, but this thing about “one side of me doesn't understand that it's a lie because of your smell” isn't very rational. Does this guy have a personality disorder?
— I already said I'm going to put on my panties, you can wait for me outside, please. — I decide to get him out of here soon. — And give me the spare key you have for this room if you want me to sleep here!
— You have to use this too. — Ignoring my request, he sticks his
He reaches into the pocket inside his jacket and takes out something black that takes me a while to understand what it is.