Lahat ng Kabanata ng BEE Sugar Baby: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

"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.

"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

I have to admit I was a little bit upset to know he booked a suite with three bedrooms at the hotel we're staying, as usual. Though this time, instead of leaving the third bedroom unoccupied, he turned it into our marriage room where we had sex most of the time, aside from the unconventional places. We'd do it everywhere, but never at his or my bedroom. I had been wanting to ask what's up with his obsession to keep our bedroom as our private space because none of this was specified in the contract. Why would he limit himself, when I had been subtly inviting him in? But that's all I did; subtly inviting him in. I still remember my place, fully aware that I'm just the shadow of his beloved wife. On our flight back home, for the second time, he fell asleep next to me after our fun exercise. And that's why I had been looking forward to weekend escapes, especially the long haul flights, mainly because I love being so close to him all night long. It felt like he belonged to me. Me, A

I've known for two days now, but my heart still pains every time I remember how good he is at acting, playing my heart telling me how lucky he is to have me in his life. You should add ‘right now’, of how lucky you are to have me in your life ‘right now’. In six weeks you'll feel lucky with the next Scarlett. "I think I'd rather drown in you than jump in the pool." His stubble grazes the side of my thighs as I watch him take the last lick. "Can't get enough of this," he hums in approval then french-kiss my sex before standing in full height, lips glistening with my juices. Sometimes I'm pretty amazed the way he takes care of me but doesn't mind much about himself. Walking away with an erection seems a norm to him, though he does make it up once he gets the chance, railing me to the point I'd get wet the next day just thinking how good he did me. "We're leaving after lunch," he tells me as he adjusts the bulge that looked so uncomfortable in that tight Speedo, threatening to come

Do you know how awful it is when all you wanna do is sulk like a brat for being left out from that one important detail but you can't do it simply because you're not entitled to it? Ooooooh I really don't feel like talking to him at all, if it's up to me I will not talk, or eat, or sleep with him just to show my rebellious side but I know, I fucking know my place that I have no right to do so because his kids is his personal matter; he's not obligated to tell me anything.So like a good sugar baby I am, I stay beside him despite my heartache. This is nothing compared to what I knew two days ago about the next Scarlett. This is a whole new level of fuck-you in the face. "Daddy." Genevieve inserts her hand in his left arm all of a sudden when Honey and I were talking to his brother and sister in law. Honey is clearly caught off-guard as he looks at me with guilt, his right hand is still hugging my middle area. Yeah, I already know about your daughter an hour ago. "Can I follow you