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Paying his debts (Sweetnothings & Russian Vodka)

Dean saw her coming back, before dinner time at that as well, knowing she was done with the laundry and cleaning, he nodded. "Good. You can relax until then." He told her, looking at the movie on the television, it was a pretty standard random action movie, nothing more. "I will buy you some clothes tomorrow so you have other things to wear than the dirty ones you have on right now." He told her calmly, moving a hand up to scratch his chin.
 
Eliza didn't hate Dean for making her do all of these things. They were just hard to do on the same day. She smiled at him. "Thank you." She sighed as she laid her head back against the cushion. She started thinking about her new life here. She was going to have his children and be his wife all to make Vincent regret not paying the money. She knew there would be some feelings in there later on. She opened her eyes to look at him. "Do you know what clothes you're going to buy?" She asked quietly.
 
"I'll figure that out along the way." Dean told her, looking over at her occassionally, he was glad to have this girl to do with as he pleased. And he knew if he played it right, despite the feelings he felt for her, he could make her do anything he wanted her to, because of the love she had for him, or at least the feelings she nourished. He grinned to himself as he watched the movie, time slipping by slowly, he soon heard his stomach growling, perhaps it was time for dinner soon?
 
Eliza just nodded slowly as she started to rest. She eventually ended laying horizontally on the couch, taking a light nap. It felt good to finally be able to rest after today's events. She woke up to her own stomach growling. She opened her eyes slowly and sat up. She took a few minutes to yawn, stretch out her body, and other things before standing. "I'll go start dinner." She said as she walked to the kitchen. She had checked the basement earlier. She was glad she found shrimp and one jar of Pink Vodka Sauce. She first started cutting up the peppers with the onions.
 
"Sounds good." Dean said when she spoke, he had looked over, admiring her body as she stretched, though he felt he wanted to make a few changes to her exterior. She already had the mentality that he enjoyed, she was submissive to him, compelled by the idea of loving him for showing her true pleasure. He knew if it went on like this, he would enjoy himself greatly with her, and maybe he'd even go as far as to pay for making permanent changes to her body.
 
Eliza moved around the kitchen, grabbing the correct pan and pot. She turned the stove on once she had the peppers, onions, the shrimp, and the sauce ready. In the large pot, she boiled water for the pasta. She wiped her hands on a towel and pulled out a chair. The only downside to preparing dinner was that she had eat after him. She knew they would never be equals. She rested her head on her hands as her fingers traced the lines carved into the dinner table.
 
Dean listened to her moving around in the kitchen, getting everything ready, he got up, moving to plan out some stuff in his office room, finding addresses and phone numbers online and noting down what he wanted, he made sure everything would be right. He was going to turn Eliza's life into something she'd never have imagined in her wildest dreams. But it'd take time and he knew he had to also get her pregnant soon, so she could give him a child. But one of the things was possible before that, he could get her breasts enlargened before her pregnancy.
 
Eliza spent a few minutes to herself to think about what her new life would be like. She was certain there were going to be children running around the house. That's what he wanted. Children. Of course she had a wedding ring on. She figured by then Vincent would have seen her, seen who she was now. She stood up to go check on the water boiling to distract her from her thoughts. She pulled a few strands of her hair behind her ear before she dumped half of the pasta into the pot. They weren't feeding a family yet. Half was good for now.
 
Dean was soon done, having made the calls to arrange it, he was going to keep it a surprise for now. There was still a month until the surgery could be done but that was enough time. He went to the dining room, heading her still in the kitchen, he sat down after finding the newspaper for the day, opening it to begin reading through it, he waited patiently for her to finish cooking dinner for them.
 
The pan had finished cooking the shrimp and the vegetables. All was left was the pasta. She drained out the water through the strainer before putting the pasta back in. "Well, it's ready." She told him. She walked to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm done." She whispered. She smiled softly as she stood back up and walked to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. She twisted the cap open and took a long sip from it.
 
"Smells delicious." Dean commented when she entered the room with the food, letting her place it on the table, he got his share, half of it, then begun to eat it. "Tastes like it smells." He told her, grinning as he saw her drinking from a bottle of water. He then figured he'd tell her, prepare her for it all. "As you know, you're going to be here as my wife and the mother of our children." He told her, continuing to eat in the process. "But I want to change something about your looks, I will pay for everything, but understand that it's to help you fit into your place better." He told her, gently, though firmly. He wasn't going to be argued with, he had already made up his mind.
 
Eliza set his plate down of his half of the food on the table. She hoped he liked it. She doubted he would hurt her for screwing up a dish, but that was something not to be taken lightly. She took a seat across from him on the table. She wanted to at least be able to be at the table while he ate. She rested the bottle of water next to her. She listened to him as he spoke. She nodded to his first statement. That she already knew. She was taken back by his last comment. He wanted to change something about her? She thought she looked good, hell she was fine with how she looked like. "W-what do you want to change about me?" She asked, keeping the hurt tone low.
 
Dean heard her being nervous, and sounding hurt. He chuckled, shaking his head as he put the fork down, taking a break in the middle of the food. "It's not that you're not beautiful." He told her. "You are. I just want to preserve and enhance your beauty, make you the perfect wife and mother." He told her. "And we're starting in a month, I've already called the clinic, even if you're pregnant, they've guaranteed your body will be fine and the child won't be hurt either." He explained, resuming his food, letting her sit at the table with him. "And if you do this for me, I will allow you to eat at the table at the same time as me." He told her, as a small bonus.
 
Eliza thought Dean loved the way she already looked. She was hurt that he would want to change something about her. She was relieved when he reassured her that he was doing it so her beauty could last longer. She sighed softly and looked at him. She was still unsure about it, though. She still didn't know what he wanted to change. What she was going to get done. When he told her the bonus, her face brightened. It was as if everything was okay now. She smiled and nodded. She would do anything to at least eat at the same time as him. "All right. I guess I can have some thing's changed. What did you plan on getting done on me?" She asked before taking another sip of her water.
 
Listening to her accepting it, Dean nodded as he finished his food, gesturing for her to begin eating. "The first thing I'm going to do is to have your breasts made larger, I want them to be a DD cup." He told her. "And at the same time, I'm going to have them straightened, so they remain firm and soft even when you get older." He explained, leaning back in his chair for a moment before he got up to go and find himself a beer. "Also, I think tonight, as a reward for the wonderful dinner, you're sleeping in my bed." He told her. "Well, permanently." He added as he opened the beer, closing the fridge and taking a long sip of it.
 
Eliza watched him finish eating his plate for dinner. She took her fork and twisted the pasta around the utensil. She ate silently so she could listen to him. Her eyes fell to her breasts as she imagined them being two sizes bigger. She raised an eyebrow and continued listening to Dean. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. The upside to it was that her breasts would stay upright even when she got older. Her eyes widened when he said he'd reward her for the dinner with having her sleep with him in his bed. She smiled and finished eating. "Thank you, Dean." She smiled at him and stood up, putting their plates in the sink to do the dishes later on.
 
Letting her finish eating, Dean nodded. He knew she might need time to get used to the feeling of larger, heavier breasts, but he was a patient man. "You're welcome. Although it means you'll be having sex with me every evening and morning, as well as when I feel like it." He told her, making a mental note of arranging some predicaments for taking care of her pussy as well, so she would always be the best thing to have around him. He felt devious, a bit cruel and all, but he didn't care. He was doing it because he wanted her to be the one for him. And because he knew he could shape her to the woman he wanted.
 
Turning the faucet on, Eliza grabbed the scrub and cleaned the plates off. She repeated the process with the other things in the sink. She looked at him when he told her what it means by sleeping with him now. That didn't bother her. "I'm fine with that." She said as she continued washing the things in the sink. She dried them off with a towel and set them back in their respective places. She ran a hand through her hair and ran through her mental checklist: Laundry, clean the house, dinner, and clean dishes. Everything is done. She smirked to herself and turned to him. "I'm done with everything." She told him.
 
Letting her finish off everything, Dean nodded. "Good." He said, heading into the livingroom once she was done cleaning. "Let's sit down and watch a movie." He said, moving to his chair, patting his lap. "Come and sit here." He told her, waiting for her to join him as he let an arm around her waist, pulling her down so she could rest her head on his chest, he would gladly let her relax a bit, since he knew she had a troubling time ahead.
 
Eliza hummed quietly as she ran a hand through her hair. She looked around the kitchen, knowing she was going to be here often. The thought of having little kids running around made her grin. She broke away from her thoughts as his request and walked to the living room. She smiled at him and sat on his lap as he told her. She laid her head against his chest, sighing softly. "What movie are we watching?" She asked, running her fingers down his chest. She felt happy in his arms.
 
"Just a plain romantic movie." Dean said, finding one on the television as he felt her fingers running down his chest. He leant down, placing a kiss on the top of her head as her held her in his arms. He sat there with her through the movie, but when it was done, he let go. "There, time for bed now. We need to be up early tomorrow." He told her, letting her up from his lap first before he'd lead her to his room, showing her the large bed inside.
 
Eliza raised an eyebrow suspiciously and ended up smiling. A chick-flick. She shifted to face the TV as he found a movie on one of the channels. She rested in his arms, watching the movie as she sat in his lap. She was thankful it was over. She got up from lap. "Why do we need to be up early?" She asked. She followed him to his room and smiled at the large bed. It was much bigger than the one in the other room. "I guess you want me to sleep naked since I don't have pajamas." She told him. She doubted she'd ever need pajamas though.
 
"We have to be up early because I have to leave and buy clothes for you, and when I get home, I expect you to give me a show of everything. Even the underwear." Dean told her as he smirked. "Of course, we're both sleeping naked." He told her, moving into the room, he closed the door as he turned the lights off before he moved his hands to her body, quickly pulling her clothes off, getting her nude before he kissed her passionately.
 
"A show? That'll be fun." Eliza giggled softly. She looked around the room, taking in the details. This is where she was sleep from now on. It was better than her old room back at Vincent's. She nodded when he told her they were both sleeping naked. She looked at him as the lights turned off. She blushed softly, thankful that he couldn't see her blush. She took the hem of his shirt and tugged it up as she returned the passionate kiss.
 
Breaking the kiss, Dean pulled his shirt off as he pulled her in close, feeling her nude body against his own he lifted her up gently, carrying her to the bed before he got onto it, on top of her. "Let's do what we did last time, you please me first, I get you wet and we do it." He told her, moving off her, he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, pushing them down and off, his cock poking up in the darkness and she had to find it.
 
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