Spoil Her Novels & Stories

She cried as she gripped my hand, but I pushed her away, unable to bear her crocodile tears for a second more. “You sicken me, Sheila. Get your filthy hands away.” I took a step toward her, towering over her smaller frame. "Did you really think spreading yourself out on my bed like a desperate offering would change anything? That I would forget what you did to Celine?" I sneered, my disgust leaking into every syllable. "You are not my mate, and no amount of oil or glitter will ever make you desirable to me." She swallowed hard, blinking back tears. "I thought… I thought if I showed you how much I love you—"

She isn’t spoiled. But I’m going to change that. I’m going to spoil her rotten and make her into my princess. My queen. “You will find a way to repay me, I’m sure,” I finally say, purposefully leaving out the details of how that will happen. I’m sure she will discover ways she can thank me eventually, but I’m not going to coerce her to do anything lewd. I’m classier than that. Or, at least, the man containing the beast is.

She immediately had a cute and obedient look and didn't even dare to speak loudly anymore. Bernard slightly narrowed his beautiful eyes. Her daughter seemed to be afraid of her, could it be that she had always been strict in teaching her child? "She is just a kid. Do not spoil her anymore. I'm afraid that in less than a month, you will spoil her to the heavens! I won't help you when she becomes rebellious. " Mariana knew that a child should be properly fostered. As a kid, she shouldn't be pampered too much as she would develop bad habits.

“But I like spoiling you.” Her smile softened as she chewed. When I offered her fruit, she leaned forward deliberately slow, her lips brushing my fingers. Heat spiked through me. “Laila…” I groaned, voice hoarse, half warning. She smirked, licking a drop of juice from her lip. “What? You said you like spoiling me.” I shook my head, undone, completely hers. Gods help me, this woman would kill me one day—and I’d thank her for it.

She grumbled, still avoiding my gaze. “Aww, you’re so cute.” I giggled, through my arms around her and squeezing her into a tight hug. A cake wouldn’t and couldn’t measure up to what Dorothy had, but her being her would never ask for anything in return. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, Dorothy. I will spoil you rotten when I start making money. A whole day for spa, mani-pedi, and shopping. The three of us and a whole day of fun.” I giggled, kicking my legs like a child.

Conversation flowed easily, laced with romance and teasing. "This is incredible," she murmured, licking a bit of yolk from her lip, her eyes meeting his with a shy heat. "You spoil me." He leaned back, sipping coffee, his gaze lingering on the way her towel gaped slightly at her cleavage. "Spoil you? Kitten, this is just the start. Tell me, how's that body feeling now? Still aching from how deep I had you last night?" She blushed deeper, crossing her legs under the table, but her voice held a breathy submission. "A little... but in the best way. Makes me want more, if I'm honest."

The taste was commendable. “I thought you were type of guy who likes to spoil their girls.” she pressed her lips trying to mask her mischievous smile. “Really? I thought you didn’t like being spoiled,” I teased her. I was damn sure she loved being spoiled. “Ofcourse, I am a mature women. These things are for young girls,” I couldn’t hold my laughter after that. “What?” she frowned. That was red signal, to stop whatever I was doing.

"Tell me, are you going to hide at your brother's wedding again?" "Look here, you asshole..." She spun around completely enraged and marched toward me with her finger pointed. "You're not going to keep insulting me, you're never going to call me a little girl again, and most importantly, you're never going to embarrass me by bringing up what happened at that damn wedding ever again!" She jabbed her finger against my chest and I realized I had provoked a beast, a little wildcat I didn't know existed. I even found it amusing. "But you are a little girl. A spoiled little girl." I smiled and she looked at me as if she wanted to rip my head off. "If you weren't a spoiled little girl, you wouldn't

At least she was breaking out of her shell more and more with each mile. I don't know if it's the desert air or what but she's wild. Every night as soon as we got back to the room she went on the attack. I no longer had to be the one taking her down because more often than not she was the one with her hand on my cock, teasing the shit out of me through my jeans. I also think we'd taken care of her little fashion rebellion. I don't think she'd be trying that shit again anytime soon. I'd kept my word and spanked her ass that night. That, followed by her hardest fuck to date with no cuddle time after had shown her the error of her ways. Though watching her tearstained sad face was almost more t

she asked. "Perfect, baby," I said. "I'm working on your reward right now. It's going to be a grand gesture. Watch out. And be prepared!" "What is it?" she inquired. "That would ruin the surprise. But let's just say it will feed your wild side like a 20-course tasting menu." ***