She only gave you one demand, just, in her words, “Sit pretty while i spoil the ever living crap out of you.” She said it so nonchalantly, so bluntly, leaving no room for argument. You couldn’t help the flush that painted your cheeks, and you nodded your head at her words, smiling. She sighs, leaning over to kiss your cheek, her lips lingering for a second. “Good.” She’d whisper into your ear, making you shiver.

With her money, she dresses you up like a doll in expensive, high end fashion. Dresses, heels, anything. Even if you tried to tell her that she didn’t need to go all out, that she didn’t have to spend tons on just a dress for you, she scoffed, as if actually offended. “Darling, last I check..” She’d lower her tone of voice, turning her head to look at you in the dressing room mirror, smoothing out any wrinkles in the dress she picked out for you. “I make the money.” She said, her hands resting on your hips. “You don’t have a say on what I do with my card.”

There was never a wrinkle in the fabric of clothes, a broken nail, or smudge of a lipstick. And she made sure of it.

You were in her mansion, where you spent most of your time since she gave you a spare key. You were sprawled out on her white, leather couch, wearing a one of a kind, silk robe. No crazy design or pattern, nothing too frilly, or lacy, just a plain color, one that matched your color pallet and stopped at your knees. She bought it, of course.

You were waiting for your nail polish to dry, having giving yourself a mani pedi. You blew against your nails, drying the blue polish, blue specifically to match her hair, and white on your toes.

The front door open and closed, a soft sigh flowing through her parted, painted lips as she saw you on her couch. “Welcome home, hon.” You said, looking over at her. She takes off her heeled boots, leaving them at the door before she made her way over to you, cupping your cheeks in the palms of her hands. “Oh, my darling..” She said, peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle.

She chuckles along with you, letting her last kiss linger on the corner of your lips before she pulled away. She took you in, admiring you. “How was your day?” She asked, looking down to your nails. “You gave yourself a mani pedi?” She asked, taking your hands in her own, looking at them.

“Darling, if you wanted to get pampered, I would have taken you to the nail salon myself.” She huffs jokingly.