Man Pampering Novels & Stories

His hot, risqué gaze lingered for quite long and the weight of his stare was seeping through her veins. "Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against that endearment, but don't you think it's overrated? Think of another call sign that will suit us. Something sweet but tangy and spicy." He ordered like a king to his peasant. "Are you telling me that…my opinion matters to you now?" She carefully asked. "Is that how you see it?" More sarcasm. Chloe gathered all of the remaining patience in her body, slowly cooling herself down. The tingling heat of sensation she felt earlier plummeted into negative. The wildfire subsided perfectly. She felt squeamish about their conversation, so she rested her he

He handed Pearlie a small paper box and said, “My lady, this is what you asked for.” Pearlie took the small paper box and opened it. She asked him in a slightly nervous tone. “Adam, are you sure this is going to work?” There was a smug grin on Adam's face. "Don't worry my lady. Someone tried it before. It's absolutely fine." Pearlie nodded her head in satisfaction. "Alright. I'll reward you for this." “You’re welcome, my lady. It is my pleasure to be of service.” Adam looked at Pearlie affectionately. “If there’s anything you need in the future, just call me. I’ll do anything for you.”

Pam giggled, looping her arm with mine to lean into me. I couldn’t help but laugh. This woman so easily diffused my anger. Max may not like to think that there’s such a thing as a good woman or that any woman could be different from the ones his dad dates and marries. I know better, though. And Pam is different. I won’t claim this will be more than friends with benefits, but I know she’s not just a booty call. “Come on. Let’s go find a room. They’re supposed to be stocked with various toys and ways to elevate one’s pleasure.” I suggested standing and offering her my hand.

If that happened, he would successfully gain the title he has longed for. The same as the normal days, he was sitting there with his legs wide open. He leaned on the chair as he filled himself with ecstasy. His eyes fixed on the girls who were grinding and dancing with a bunny suit in front of him. “Fourth, bring me some expensive wine from the cellar and bathe these four ladies with it.” Custard pervertedly laughed and licked his lips with his black tongue. He gestured to the member who was stiffly standing beside him. Fourth didn’t move as if he was petrified.

Now, he had turned up at my college. He stopped me and asked me for another 100 thousand dollars. "I really don't have any more money." "Go and pimp yourself out if you don't have money." I couldn't believe that he had said something like that. I turned and left, but Adam grabbed hold of me and persisted. "Look! Her mother and I raised her with so much difficulty, but she shows me no gratitude at all. She won't even give me food! She has no conscience to speak of!"

I was whimpering now, my professional facade completely gone, and I didn't care who might be outside the door or who might walk in because the only thing that mattered was the way he was manipulating my pleasure. He finally let go of my hair and stepped back, but only to unbuckle his belt with a slow, deliberate motion that I watched from the corner of my eye. He told me to get on the desk and move the papers out of the way, and I didn't hesitate for a second, sweeping the reports and folders onto the floor in one clumsy motion. I climbed onto the mahogany surface, spreading my legs wide for him, and the contrast of the cold wood against my skin made me shiver. He didn't waste any time, step

I don't know what catches my attention first; the fact that her cream-colored dress fits her in all the right places or the fact that her made up face looks eerily similar to Elsa's. My mouth hangs slightly open as I take her in. I've seen a lot of beautiful women in my lifetime, but Pamela's beauty is just something else; unique and rare. She looks so out of this world, almost like an ethereal being. I have to remind myself not to lose focus. This is only a temporary arrangement, Massimo. Don't let anything else get in the way, I chide myself. “Report back to me if anything comes up,” I finish quickly on the phone.

Pearl replied. Tina clenched a fist tensely. “What do you want?” “Oh, nothing. We just want to know when we’ll get our one million dollars!” “I’ll give it to you.” “Great! By the way, when do you have time to come have dinner with us? Bring Mr. Langford’s assistant, too—we’re family after all, so we should at least get to know each other, right?” As a matter of fact, Pearl was absolutely jealous to see Tina getting into a luxury car, and was bent on sabotaging Tina.

As for me, what started as an annoyance slowly became a habit. I still hadn't forgiven him, but I treated those flowers as nothing more than a small ornament to my new life. Chester had changed the most. He was no longer the spoiled heir he used to be. Instead, he had become Ethan's most diligent little helper. Every day, he carefully watered the flowers and trimmed the stems. Occasionally, he would sneak to the entrance of my shop and ask in a small voice, "Do you need any help, Mommy?" Most of the time, I simply shook my head. And he would walk away, quietly disappointed.

After a long while, he looks at me beaming beautifully and then brushes his hair backwards. "Okay then, as you wish my lady. The young man sitting right in front of you talking to you is a severely addicted sex maniac. In the sense that, sex is like an addictive drug that if I don't get, I tend to overreact and go crazy. I need a dozen of it from time to time to cool my nerves and make me sane." He says and I frown wondering what his reason could be for telling me all this. " so what does that have to do with caretaking?"