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Veronica was used to being spoiled by her Daddy back in New York. There was no such thing as too much for his princess, from designer shoes to custom gowns to extravagant vacations - but especially when it came to jewelry. It was his favorite thing to buy her, and in true Lodge fashion, he never gifted her just one at a time.
Every pair of earrings set with precious stones was accompanied by a matching jeweled plug.
Every platinum tennis bracelet was accompanied by a diamond-encrusted collar.
And every pearl necklace was accompanied by a pair of clamps adorned with clusters of pearls.
Veronica adored these gifts more than she cared to admit, which was why, when her Daddy showed up at Riverdale High with a bouquet of yellow roses and an oh so familiar white velvet box, Veronica had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be upset with him. Believing she’d grown from the girl she was in New York was easy when she found herself living in a smaller penthouse and going to a school that had fluorescent lights and linoleum floors.
But at the end of the day, she would always be Daddy’s little girl.
“Hush, mija,” Hiram tuts, licking at her nipple before biting down on the hardened little bud. Veronica whines, squirming where her ass is perched at the edge of the desk, her shirt shoved up above her tits and her bra yanked down to free her heaving tits. The sight of her is obscene in itself, but especially in broad daylight, in an empty classroom with the sound of students chatting in the hallway.
“Daddy,” she breathes, eyes darting to the small window in the door as someone laughs loudly on the other side of the wall, sounding much too close. “Anyone could come in!”
“Then you need to behave so this can be done faster, don’t you?” Hiram arches an eyebrow, eyes glinting as he flashes that stern stare of his that always has her stomach fluttering with guilt. It was much, much easier to hold a grudge against him when he wasn’t in front of her, disapproval clear on his face. “Honestly, Veronica, I haven’t been gone that long. Surely you haven’t forgotten how to be good.”
Before she can reply, he pinches her nipple, hard, and she yelps as her pussy flutters in response.
Hiram tsks, though his lips quirk in amusement. “It’s almost like you want to be found,” he sighs, bunching her skirt up around her hips. “Then again, maybe that’s exactly what you want. What you need, rather. You did enjoy your reputation of being a Daddy’s girl back in New York, didn’t you?”
Veronica’s cheeks flush as she shakes her head, even as her clit tingles as if in agreement. “This is Riverdale,” she reminds, though her words come out with far less conviction than she’d intended.
Hiram hums as he picks up the velvet white box sitting on the desk. “Indeed it is,” he admits, snapping open the lid, and Veronica can’t quite help the shiver of anticipation that rolls through her when her eyes land on the gorgeous necklace with a pear-shaped diamond atop of the pearl pendant.
And, with it, three nipple clamps, each adorned with a pearl framed in diamonds.
When Veronica glances back up at him, Hiram’s eyes are glittering in satisfaction at her reaction, not the least bit surprised. “But I know my princess,” he says, picking up the first clamp and closing it around one of her nipples. Veronica sucks in a gasp but manages not to let out a whimper, and Hiram smirks. “There’s my good girl,” he coos, petting a hand down her hair, and Veronica feels herself melting into his touch before she can help it.
He closes the second clamp into place and her eyelashes flutter, lips parting in a silent moan.
“Now, do you remember what comes next?”
Veronica mewls, angling her hips up and spreading her legs wider. Hiram’s smirk widens, and a warmth unfurls in her stomach at the approval glinting in his eyes as she reaches down to tug the front of her panties aside with one hand, using her other to part her slick folds and expose her hardened little bundle of nerves.
He arches an eyebrow, expectant.
Veronica blushes even harder as she wets her lips. “Please, Daddy,” she breathes, her clit throbbing, “please make my clit feel pretty, too.”
Hiram flashes his teeth in a grin. “See, mija?” He pets his hand down her hair again before picking up the third clamp. “Things don’t have to change. You can still be my princess, even in Riverdale, can’t you?”
He latches the clamp over her little bud and Veronica feels the pleasure pulse through her, a wanton, “yes,” falling from her lips. Her entire body throbs, her hands slipping from her panties to grasp at the edge of the desk for purchase, rocking through the white-hot sensations. It’s only been a few weeks since she’d worn any clamps, yet the pressure is almost as overwhelming as the very first time.
“Daddy,” she pants, squirming, her nipples tingling and her clit swelling. She can’t sit through class like this. She simply can’t.
But Hiram doesn’t wait for her to find her words as he pulls the hem of her skirt back down and shimmies her bra back into place, smoothing her shirt as if nothing is amiss. The tightness of her bra and panties over the clamps only adds to the sensations, and she can feel herself beginning to drip down the inside of her thighs as he takes her hand and tugs her off of the desk and onto her wobbling legs.
“One last thing.” Hiram unfastens the rather plain necklace tucked under her collar, pocketing it, before wrapping her new necklace around her throat. He clasps it into place, just tight enough to feel like a collar, and the realization makes Veronica’s stomach flip as she reaches up to touch the diamond and pearl pendant.
“There we go,” he murmurs, almost to himself as he drags his knuckles down the column of her throat, smirking as he feels her pulse flutter. “Now you look like my little girl again.”