Don't Get Too Comfortable Sweetheart Novels & Stories

"When we are alone you call me sweetheart but when in the midst of others address me as master. Do you understand?" "Yes master" she said but soon corrected herself saying "Yes sweetheart". I just loved the way she said the word "Sweetheart". Hearing that from her sounded so soothing. I then made her rest her head on my lap as she continued watching the movie. I began to run my hands through her very soft hair. It felt so good I didn't want to stop.I wanted us to be in this position forever. I wished to trace my hand down her soft chest because her boobs are so big, same with her ass but I held myself from doing that since she was still too young, 17 years old.

I said as Sweet cut the sleeve of my shirt to clean my wounds. “A man? What do you expect your girl is likeable?” Reagan said and I threw a glare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I say she is likeable but I didn’t say I like her and I would steal her from you.” He said and smirked. “but that bastard did.” I said. “He did say he will steal Peace for you?” Bitter asks. “Yeah.” I answered. “The audacity huh.” Sweet said, smirkingly shakes his head while I started cleaning my wound.

“You want influence and quiet access. You want someone who knows how Ethan thinks and reacts.” “And you want her safe,” he says. “No,” I correct. “I want her intact.” His eyes narrow. “That’s a strange choice of words.” “It’s accurate,” I say. “I don’t want her scared out of her mind or hurt or pushed too far. But I also don’t want her comfortable. Comfort makes people leave. Discomfort makes them reach.” Donavan watches me like he’s trying to decide if I’m bluffing. “You want her dependent,” he says.

It served as a quiet warning. “Dressing like this in public is too inappropriate. Of course,” he said as he leaned in closer, lowering his voice on purpose, “you can wear it for me at home. I’m very possessive.” My heart raced, but when I looked up and saw Joanna standing across from us, my heartbeat suddenly calmed. “You’re into the soft, boho type of girls like Joanna, aren’t you? If you fancy her, then why are you still with me…” I lowered my head, my body trembling slightly. I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence.

I didn't know what better way to control myself than to bite my tongue. " Fuck, don't do that sweetheart," he said and my heart skipped a gazillion beats. He just called me ' sweetheart ', I wasn't his girlfriend but he just used that tone on me. I thought that maybe it was a mistake and maybe he would try to apologize but he just looked at me with that kind of expression that was clear that he had no intention or whatsoever to apologize to me.

the only light source seemed to be the glittering disco balls hanging from the ceiling and the different colored spotlights shining everywhere. Cassie I can't bear it anymore, Rinna again murmured as they walked more further..The music blaring out of the speakers was at a high volume that damn it Rinna was scared that her eardrums would shatter . Come on dear for heaven's sake you have to stop being a fucking nerd, Cassie retorted helping her pass through the crowd of sweaty individuals making it to the bar .

What am'I even meddling about to myself? “ Five more steps sweetheart… “ He mumbled gently that caused my heart to pumped rapidly. Sweetheart! It seems very sweet but for me, it’s the most dangerous word that he said. By hearing that word, it brings back the memory of how our body united. Whenever he releases the word sweetheart, it’s either he will punished me in bed or will steal something away from me.

Sweet Jesus , for such a miniature thing it could really jolt my entire body in a second . “ You are lucky its range is small and restricted “ said Jacob slowly increasing the intensity of both the clamps and the vibrator “ or else I would have made you wear on your every debate session but anyway -“ smiling faintly he pecked me on my lips before walking out “ you better get ready princess , we have a date to finish “

“You didn’t seem to care about all the people watching when I fucked you on the merry-go-round earlier.” I cross my arms across my chest, “But that was different. That was an adult event where —” He stops me again. All his interrupting is starting to piss me off, I think to myself. “Sweetheart, do you know where we are?” His use of the word sweetheart is really grating on me, but I’m curious enough about the second part of his comment to let it go. “A bar?” I ask. “Take a closer look at the people coming in and out,” he says.

He's a good businessman for a reason, so he says, "Don't worry, I have no romantic interest in you." He stands slowly to approach me and it’s like he’s approaching a skittish animal. I must visibly sigh in relief at his words because he watches me with an amused look and says, "That's not the normal reaction I get to those words." "Look, I'm sure you have women throwing themselves at you like Jessica was, but I need to make one thing clear. I need you to promise not to fall in love with me. I know it's silly of me to ask and I'm under no illusion that you would, but I would be a lot calmer about this arrangement if you said the words out loud," I say, with what I'm sure is a desperate look i