Pretty Little Thing Set Novels & Stories

' Daddy answered him and I laughed at them as they kept on fighting, but the tree was up. "All set princess," Daddy says when they are done, tree and a show, it was very fun to watch. I started to place the ornament we got, it was weird, they shifted in colour and theme, I picked a Gingerman ornament and Daddy picked a Batman one while Papa went with a ballerina, it was a mismatched situation in here, but it was a pretty tree. "Up, up," I whined to daddy wanting to put my ornament up in the tree, he picked me up and I managed to put them up higher.

“We’ll do your stupid game. But only until you actually learn something. First question: What’s the capital of France?” I giggled, bouncing a little on the mattress. “Easy. Paris.” He sighed, but his fingers went to the buttons of his jacket. He shrugged it off slowly, folding it neatly and setting it on the chair. Underneath, his white shirt hugged his chest, showing the outline of his muscles. I bit my lip, staring. He was built like he spent hours in the gym, all hard lines and power. “Good,” he muttered, flipping a page. “Next: Who wrote Romeo and Juliet?”

She gawked at the outfit—a tiny white and red bartender dress, short to the point of questionable modesty, paired with a white fishnet stocking and two slim red garters at the tops of her thighs. “Is this a bartending job or a strip club?” she thought, holding the dress up in disbelief. But as she looked around at the other bartenders adjusting similar uniforms, she understood: catering to the elite meant playing to their fantasies. A glamorous, alluring bartender would keep clients mesmerized—and spending. She took a breath, telling herself she’d do whatever it took. She had no choice.

Except it was not my room anymore. The room was painted in pink and yellow, the two colors separated by the thick Peppa Pig border running around the room in the center of the walls. Pine furniture, new furniture, including a huge sleigh-style crib, filled it. The curtains were Peppa and the lamp was Peppa and the rug was Peppa. Instead of her old CD player, an iPod dock with a pink iPod sat on a pink floating shelf. “It’s loaded,” he said. “Full of Dirty J. Including her favorite song.”

When I got used to being less attractive than before, it was fine, because most of us in my position would focus on staying healthy rather than looking pretty even though one of the reasons for depression after getting cancer in any normal teenager was because of change in appearance. I applied a little blush to make myself look healthier and twirled around to see the pastel, pink dress swish against my thighs. I pulled up the square neckline of the dress in a foolish attempt to hide my protruding collarbones. The sleeveless dress was plain and it reached just above my knees as it was actually bought for my bit conservative mum who never wore dresses shorter than her knees. I pinned a white

She parts her thighs in invitation and who am I to decline? Her pussy lips are puffy and pink, her little clit peeks out from beneath its hood and even the bathwater can’t hide her wetness from my seeking fingers. I tease around her entrance while I press my thumb against her clit. I haven’t even breached her opening yet and I can tell I’ll have a hard time working my cock into her. She’s so tight and small. I picture her pink lips spread around my thick cock as I fuck her and nearly come in my pants.

KAI'S POV I stood in the small dressing room at the back of The Gilded Cage, staring at my reflection like I wasn't sure if it was me. The black silk robe clung to my shoulders, short enough that it barely covered the curve of my ass. Underneath, I wore only a thin pair of lace briefs that left nothing to the imagination. My skin still carried the faint scent of the expensive oil they had rubbed into me earlier, something that made me shine under low lights. Sexy. That was the word Rafe kept using, silly him. I did look sexy though.

I contained my desire and raised a brow, “so you're the God?” Nikolai smirked, “more like the devil.” Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, shoving me into the dressing room. “You have twenty minutes. I would get Noah.” “No, I'm not—” Nikolai banged the door in my face before I could protest and I let out a silent scream into my palms. “Goddamn it.” Having no choice, I rambled through the set of clothes that had apparently been purchased for me. I found a black gown, slipped into it and straightened my hair.

Ava whimpered, walls fluttering around Jordan’s fingers. “And when you’re really going at it?” Jordan leaned closer, lips brushing Ava’s ear. “I grab my dildo from the drawer. The thick purple one. I fuck myself with it while I listen to you come. Imagining it’s your mouth on me. Or your fingers. Or your tongue.” Ava’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of wetness coating Jordan’s hand. Jordan pulled her fingers out slowly, slick strands connecting them to Ava’s entrance. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head.

Once inside, I decided to take a look at all the sets she bought. I admit I have a raging hard-on after looking at the green, black, white, and purple sets. Especially the purple set. It’s probably the most revealing of all the sets. I put them all back in the bags and set them aside. As I’m finishing making room for Sinclair in the closet, I hear the bathroom door open and smell the tempting scent of honey and bergamot wafting through the room. Thor is in my head panting. I don’t blame him. I’m already hard from looking at those sets, and now I can smell her scent. I come out of the closet, and Sinclair is standing there with her hands trying to cover herself.