Spoil Her Novels & Stories

Could she possibly be that shallow? Well, he could be just as shallow. He watched her dress in silence while he seethed inside. He needed to be away from this spoiled socialite before he did something foolish, like take her over his knee. It was clear she would require special handling in order to undo the years of excessive pampering from her parents. He had no problem with a woman being well cared for and nurtured, but he had a major issue with a grown woman behaving like a spoiled little girl who expected her own way in all matters of life or a temper tantrum would ensue. Pauline clearly needed to be cured of that tendency. He just had to figure the best way to do it.

she says while looking at me with a sad puppy expression. "I didn't expect you to. That would have ruined my surprise," I say as I take a bite of chicken. She laughs and nods. "True, but I would have done something nice for you too," she says while taking a bite, and I smile. "I know. But sometimes I like spoiling you," I say, and she gives me a playful eye roll. "You mean all the time," she laughs, and I feel myself fill with pride. She deserves to be spoiled. All-day, every day. And the fact that she feels like I spoil her all the time makes me feel good. It makes me feel like I am doing a good job at being her man.

It was as if she was going to throw away the spoon in her hand that was still a bit smoky and stained with grease. I pulled a straight face as I answered her, "If you don't tell her how she feels, then I’ll make her my lover. It's obvious that she likes me. I can include her in my collection. I'm going to use her till I want to. She's a willing victim anyway. " Sofia's grip on the spoon tightened. Nice! It looks like I will be the one she will cook for breakfast. Then she can taste wolf meat. Yay!

She's a big spoilt baby, and I am not up for the nagging, I'll stick with the bragging. "Would you like me to buy you something?" she asked, smiling. I dropped on the sofa and closed my eyes. "Want to play again?" "Hello no. I'm good. I'm a loser" "That's how it is sometimes." I looked up at her and frowned. "You are spoilt, you know that?" She dropped down in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Don't be too jealous husband." "I made you win" "Keep telling yourself that." she snuggled into my chest. "Thank you for letting me forget my problems for a while.

She pretended to shiver— A unique way for her to express her disgust. "Then, how about Sexy? Does that sound good to you?" She grimaced at the word, I could tell in that one second that at least a thousand different thoughts crossed her mind, "That's even worse. What's wrong with you, Athena?" "What's wrong with you, Shelly?" I imitated her voice, wholly focused on my mission to irritate her and judging by the way her face changed into different colours, I knew I wasn't far from my victory. "Athena, I'm gonna whip your arse today," She scolded me like a grandma lecturing her grandchild for stealing chocolates even after being given a bunch only an hour ago.

She looks in the direction and shakes her head, while making a disgusted face. “It has been sitting there for hours and I cannot drink it anymore. I need a fresh bottle.” From her disgusting behavior, I can tell she was spoiled rotten growing up, just like my sister, Harriet. She has servants at her beck and call and there was nothing she asked for that wasn’t given to her. That’s why she has grown to be such an uncouth, impertinent and entitled brat. “I cannot do that.” “What did you just say?” She asks, looking very offended.

I didn't want the fact they were alone together to bother me but it did. She clapped her hands together, completely oblivious to the sadness in my voice. “Of course! He must be spoiling you rotten!” Rotten? Yeah, right. I let out a small laugh, it sounded so fake, and nodded. “Something like that.” I mean he tried his best, right? He gave me a home so yeah, he did spoil me rotten. She didn’t stop there, her voice changing into a dreamy one. “Anniversaries must be a big deal for you two, huh? Romantic dinners, surprise gifts… Oh, I can just imagine! I hope I get a husband just like yours.”

"I can't get enough of this." A playful whine escaped her lips. "You're spoiling him rotten already," she teased. “He is my son… I’ll spoil him.” "Don't you think you're giving him all the attention? It seems you have forgotten me.” She sulked, crossing her arms across her chest. A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “Are you jealous of your own son?” I teased. She glared at me. “You know what: you are boring.” She stormed out.

I encouraged her to turn around and appreciate her beauty, and she eventually agreed. She was slim, but not too slim, with graceful curves. She hesitated as I reached out to help her take off her glasses, squinting a bit, looking a bit panicked. "It's going to be alright. Come on! It's not a seminar. Unless you want to study guys' bodies," I teased. "Viv!" Her face reddened, and we both giggled. I have to admit that back then, I was meddling too much. I had been planning to set her up with Chad, a seemingly decent guy and a son of my father's business friend. I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk.

He grunted happily closing his eyes, Jasira smirked knowing this was his weak point, she removed her mouth and used her tongue to lick them before dipping them back into her mouth and sucking them before finally removing her mouth. She hated this so much, she was disgusted with herself but she could only smile and pretend just to make him happy. "Good girl." He pats her hair and she purred like a cat before pouring him another glass and giving it to him. "Anything for Daddy." She smiled caressing his chest. "I can be a spoiled girl for you in the other room." She winked with a lick over her lower lip and he chuckled patting her hair "I can see that you will spoil Daddy."