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BEE Sugar Baby 16
As usual, he didn't ask, or inform me beforehand, all he did was drive me to the airport, escort me to his private jet, and ask me to put on the seatbelt for take off. As simple as that. But he's done this multiple times before, in fact I'm expecting him to bring me somewhere every weekend so I'm not mad at all for being taken away like this. Afterall Drey did warn me about his madness on taking Scarletts to impromptu trips.And honestly, after the meeting on Tuesday and Thursday with Miss Collins, I need this getaway just to ensure our relationship remains intact after I rejected his proposal twice in a row. "Why Paris?" I ask after he finally revealed where we're going on this surprise trip. "Because Paris is the most romantic city in the world." He answers after he puts his glass of Macallan on the side table. "Oh? That's the reason we'll be spending our Saturday at Paris?" "Weekend, B. We'll be spending the entire weekend at Paris." "Hmmmm..." I slurp on my non-alcoholic Sex
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"I think you don't get it." I can't believe she's even willing to come to my office building just to discuss about the same old thing. We're sitting at a nearby cafe during my lunch break after I told her I can't go to her office this week, made up an excuse about work and deadlines. There's no way in my sane mind I'm going there to discuss about having sex out of marriage. "I do," she looks at me in pity, "I really do. And I think he does too. That's why he did what he did." "What do you mean? What did he do?""You told me the price was a real marriage." Nooo she did not tell him that. Is that why he was all weird at Paris yesterday? "No no no, I don't think you guys really get it. I didn't say real marriage, YOU concluded that. For God sake, even if what you concluded was right, there is no way we can have real marriage. I'm a Muslim. I need Islamic marriage more than real marriage. Doesn't matter if he's willing to register the marriage at the court house, I don't care about i
BEE Sugar Baby 18
It's Friday, the day we're supposed to get married. If I agree to it. As of now, I still haven't replied Miss Collin's and Drey's text messages. I left them on read because they know what my answer is, so pushing me over the edge does nothing to me. I don't crack that easily, guys. How do you think I remain a virgin for twenty nine years? "Anna booked us a table at Owen's. I'll pick you up at 7 tonight okay, B?" I nod while watching him put the coffee cup on the saucer. Doesn't matter what happened in the real world, he'll always be here at 7am. I wonder if he'll still be this pretentious if I agree about the marriage beforehand, like on the day Miss Collins came to me. Or he'd treat me differently? Too bad today is already the day, it's too late to run the experiment. "I asked him to cook the same meal just for us. So you can enjoy the wine as it should be." Oh dear, "No you shouldn't have. It's a fixed menu night, you don't have to ask him that. I'm really okay with whatever's
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"If I kiss you," he whispers when his lips are still attached to my head, "I don't think I'll be able to stop." ...but he's kissing me right now, isn't he? I'm trying to fool myself but who am I kidding, lame dirty jokes are my muse. So I understand exactly what he meant by the last words. "We have a dinner to get to," he continues in his normal voice while creating a tiny space between us. I can feel the thick tension in the air and pray for the elevator to be here, to which God answers my prayer. And just like that I step into it as he follows me inside. I don't think I'll be able to get those words off my mind the entire night, because it keeps being replayed like a broken record- If I kiss you, I don't think I'll be able to stop. If I kiss you. Kiss you. You... don't think. Able to stop. Able...to stop. Kiss. Stop. Able. Able to kiss. Stop. Stop kiss. Able. Stop. Kiss. "Fuck it," he groans as he appears in front of me, tilting my chin so I'd meet his face. Before my mind can
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I'm certain the confidence he was showing despite his first time eating me comes from his practice with a lot of Scarletts. That's the only explanation I can come up with, because right after he said those things, his phone rang and a minute later two men with one of them wearing a chef outfit step into our place. Two hours and five courses later, they leave our place as we remain seated at the dining table, finishing our drink. "Since when don't you like red wine?" He asks while I drink my plain water. He must be taking me as the real Scarlett, who actually drinks red wine that's paired with her food. I have to say I'm fascinated by how good he is at this whole pretence. Did he even remember what happened this morning? When he married me the Islamic way? So this morning is the only time we're Alya and Mr Gunn? "I don't feel like drinking tonight," my answer to his questions whenever I'm not ordering alcoholic drinks. To be honest, I'm too overwhelmed tonight with what happened
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"No! Don't! No finger!" I protest upon seeing he inserts his middle finger inside me. The way I scream in panic made him stop abruptly, retrieving it as per request. I sigh in relief knowing it went in only half of its entire length. "I don't want a finger." It comes out as a plead, contradicting my earlier tone. His face is still an inch away from my wet pussy, but his eyes are focusing on me. "I need to stretch you," he says softly, "I don't wanna hurt you later." All of a sudden the nice Honey is back in this bedroom. His soothing, friendly tone has helped me a lot into adjusting my life as Scarlett Monroe all this while but at this particular moment, it's still not enough to coax me into giving him the permission to finger me. "I don't want my first time to be a finger." I don't want your fat middle finger to break my hymen. There's no way I'm losing my precious twenty-nine years of virginity to a fucking finger! "But B-" He is definitely concerned, I can see it in his eyes.
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"It's not too tight?" He asks while creating a bow with his black tie, binding both my wrists. I shake my head, running my attention from his third leg to his face. He gently raises my hands upward, to be in line with my head. Pretty sure I'm flushing red right now with my boobs being presented this way, as if I'm offering myself for his consumption. He fixes the pillows behind me to reposition myself, making me comfortable for what's coming next that I sure know won't be comfortable at all. Then he carefully opens my legs and kneels in between them, placing his palms at each thigh making me completely at his mercy. "I love you," he smiles while leaning in for a kiss. It's light, just enough to hint me he's about to begin. Instead of pulling himself away, he brings his lips down, sucking my neck. I sigh, feeling a certain excitement brewing deep in me. His hands that were on my thighs start to travel upward, going to the one place that holds a bundle of nerves. Putting some press
BEE Sugar Baby 23
"Yeah we... uhm. We did that... that thing." I can't even look at her face, of course I can't mouth it either! I fiddle with my manicured fingers, inspecting each of them mindlessly without looking at the phone. Why on earth did I accept her call. I should've waited until a week or something. "That thing?" She pauses, "You mean sex? Opsss am I not supposed to say that word?" She giggles, obviously pressing one of my buttons on purpose, "So how was it? How was ‘that thing’?"I refuse to look at her and play with the hem of my dress next. I really, really have to find an excuse to end this awkward video call. "You know what, I'm gonna call it sex. You can use that thing that thing that thing all the way but sex seems a lot easier to say. So how was it? How was the sex? Good? Weird? Bad? Is he well hung? He should be. He's a freaking big foot!" That's what she called him when I sent her a picture of us a few weeks ago. I looked like a midget next to him, for the fact I'm not that sma
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