My Sugar And Your Spice Novels & Stories

Little Miss Spitfire bursts through the door again, her face pulled up in a tight grim. I am sure she is trying so hard to not scream at me. She bounces forward, stretching the cup in the air. I grab it and take a sip. “Good one.” I say, and continue typing. The coffee tastes great; the right amount of sugar fits in. Coffee is dark and bitter, but with enough sugar, it covers the bitterness so all that remains is just the sweet savour on your tongue. “Sugar is healthy.” Her voice chirps in my head, her smile flashing through my memory.

"Really, I don't like that. Make some for me too and add lots of sugar in it." "Sugar and diabetes are more like twins." He murmured. "Last time I checked, you were not a doctor." He chuckled softly. "I'm just trying to be nice besides I'm not specified in medical tips." "Argh, that's boring." I muttered and walked out of the kitchen.

“But a promise. You’re mine, Kira Holt. I want the world to know it. Move in officially. Build this life with me—messy family drama, business wars, and all. I’ll protect you. Spoil you. Fuck you senseless every night. And let you stand strong beside me as my equal.” Tears pricked her eyes. She slid the ring onto her finger—it fit perfectly—then kissed him deeply. “Yes, Daddy. I’m all in. Sugar Daddy tastes sweeter than anything I’ve ever known.” Damien’s laugh was dark with promise. He kissed her again, slower, sealing the vow as the jet touched down.

“You never stop flirting Jase.” He laughed out loud. “No I did not mean it that way. Where I was going with that was let’s play Sip or Spill. The rules are simple. We take turns asking each other questions, and the person in the hot seat has two choices. Answer honestly, or take a sip and refuse.” I thought about it for a moment. “Okay, but seriously let me go change.” “Sure Rach, but don’t you think it will be more fun if you don’t? Come in indulge me, I know you will never go there with me and you can trust me.”

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Candice murmured around a mouthful "The spices are heavenly; it is so heavy and it lingers over your tongue like butter." She looked up and saw Sally smiling proudly from a corner, raising her right thumb, she gave her a thumbs-up. Sally looked confused then, quickly looked away, returning to her previous chore. The honey bread was a morsel of baked bread with a slight cut in the middle, it was crunchy on the outside with a honey-like jelly on the inside. Candice closed her eyes in bliss when she stuffed a piece in her mouth. From that moment, she knew she would keep coming to this restaurant. Nothing she had eaten ever since she arrived here had given her this much pleasure, this right here

Chelsea asked hesitantly. "Of course, why wait? It's time for you to turn a new page with a new job. How much is your salary at this café, anyway?" "But I'm not ready to spend the night with a man." "Yeah, I know that, but I'm sure you can start with the initial steps. Olive once told me that being a sugar baby doesn't necessarily mean going straight to a room and servicing the man who hires you. In the beginning, you can accompany him for meals or outings, chat with him, or even go karaoke. Don't jump to the core of the matter right away if you're not ready, but if you're looking for something bigger, you'll naturally have to spend the night."

"I'm hungry, Sugar." Rose's eyes squinted. "It's your turn to complain to me!" she said skeptically. Because in order to find out everything Theo was hiding about the man's life. Rose had to scrounge around first just to get a bit of information. She wanted to protest, but this time Theo's adonis face clearly gave Rose the effect of being unable to refuse. "Fine. What do you want to eat?" "Up to you. The important thing is spicy." "Spicy you say?" Rose's tone was barely controlled. Theo was demanding something that was clearly off limits to her. "You have acid reflux," Rose continued, then cupped Theo's face as long as the man was still looking up.

“Okay. I’ll stop eating snacks so I can have my meal later.” She finally put down the plate. “Why are you guys still looking at me? Are you tempted too? Don’t you all love food as much as I do? Oh, wait. Camrys isn’t a food lover, but Serenity is definitely a certified foodie.” Serenity smiled. “I think we make a great pair, Sugar. I knew we would get along the moment I met you.” Sugar laughed. “Your first sentence might make others misunderstand our relationship, Serenity. Although I like you a lot, we can’t have anything going between us. If anything happens, Mr. York might shoot me a glare so sharp it can slice me in half.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a