Sting Proof Bee Suit Romane & Geschichten

The velvet interior of the club was a haze of expensive cologne, bass-heavy rhythm, and the sharp, metallic scent of gin. Bram felt like a glitch in the system. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit Beatrice had provided, but the elegance of the fabric was a lie. Beneath his fly, a heavy, polished steel cock-ring was clamped around the base of his shaft and balls, a cold reminder of the "interest" he was accruing. It kept his blood trapped, his cock a permanent, throbbing weight that made every step an exercise in agony.

“Hence, I gave you the cover up. If you insist on hiding your gorgeous body, I can’t stop you. Now help slather me up with sunscreen. I’ll do you next.” I pointed at her, glaring. “You hoarded the better swimsuit! Stingy! There’s no weird cutouts! All the important bits are appropriately covered!” She looked amazing. The swimsuit had a tankini top, sporty looking with black, purple, and blue abstract print. The plunging neckline added a sexy flair to the otherwise practical design. I eyed it longingly.

His free hand has somehow migrated to my thigh, his thumb tracing circles on my skin. “I still can't believe I let you convince me to actually wear this in public.” I glance down at the garment he convinced me to wear. I’m currently in a bathing suit. One piece, bikini cut, with a sarong, but it’s still a suit. It took me a good fifteen minutes to hype myself up enough to be able to step outside the hotel room looking like this. “Why not?” Blake’s eyes turn towards me. “I see absolutely no reason for you to avoid it. You look damn good in it.”

The suit stayed on—fabric pulled aside at the crotch, breasts bouncing through the plunge neckline with every thrust, cutouts showing flashes of skin where sweat made the red material cling. He sped up—thrusts harder, deeper—hands gripping my hips, pulling me down onto him. The daybed creaked; curtains fluttered; sun beat down through the sheer fabric, warming our skin. “Look at you,” he growled. “Spread for me in the suit I bought… taking me so deep… my perfect girl… mine for the beach to see.” I moaned—loud, broken—pushing back to meet every thrust. The suit clung wetly—sweat and arousal soaking the fabric, making it stick to my breasts, my stomach, my thighs.

They were mates. I busted through our hotel suite doors, yelling for Stella. Jasper and June were behind me. I shut the door, allowing them inside together. Stella stepped out from the bathroom. She looked stunning. Her dress was gold and all the way down to the floor. It had a small slit. It was a halter type and came up around her neck, giving away to her entire back all the way down almost to her ass. Her olive skin glowed. She had her hair pulled up tight in a single pony tail, and had simple earrings on.

This was a huge event and a lot of eyes from the high-society community would be on me. Christina shook her head. “No good. I took a look at it yesterday. The suit jacket is a cap sleeve bolero style. We’re going to have to cover these in makeup. Is it tender?” I winced as she pressed against the area. “Ouch. Yeah, a little,” I replied. “But not to move it. I should be fine as long as no one touches it.” “Let’s hope so,” Christina replied. “I don’t want to be the one to try and explain these.”

“You have to sparkle, Jasper.” “Yeah,” he drew the word out. “I think I outsparkle the sun in this costume however.” The suit was black, thankfully, but it was embroidered with gold thread and sequins and crystals competed to outshine each other, stiffening the fabric. The trousers were so form-fitting that they left nothing to the imagination, and the waistcoat was cut to emphasize that. The jacket, with it’s stiff fabric, when buttoned offered some relief, covering what felt to be the emphasis of his groin. The tailor, however, was folding back the hem with the obvious intention to pin it to show the red and gold lining.

he invited her. She stroked her fingers across him making an excited face to the camera. “Oh, so nice,” she winked at the camera lasciviously. “The suit fabric too. Velvety.” “And Mirage is wearing ASin by Peter Cordelia,” he continued. “Victor and I almost kept her home - she looks so good,” he gave the cameras a wicked grin. “I believe it is a fine metal mesh over a base that has been matched to her skin tone.” “Aren’t you well informed!” The reported flirted.

His tone was serious and professional. "I want you to look into the theme of this year’s Buzzmeet and find me a suit that matches it. You still have my measurements?" Stefan asked. "Yes, sir." "Good. Then if you can’t find a premade one, give my measurements to one of our trusted designers. Have them make something good for me. Understood?" "Yes, Mr. Stefan. You can count on me." Stefan ended the call and gave Beatrice a look that said, It’s done now.

She furrowed her brows and said, "Don't you have anything else to say?" Keegan met her gaze again and asked, "What do you want me to say?" Stella felt speechless. She could not tell him that she wanted him to be angry. "Nevermind," Stella spat out the words sulkily, then she sat in a carefree manner next to him. When she sat down, Stella found that the suit on Keegan seemed to be a couple's outfit with the one she was wearing now. Keegan's cuffs had two bees embroidered onto them, while her cuffs were embroidered with flowers.