#spicedcandi3s

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𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @spicedcandi3s

he wants to misconstrue the words, wants to allow a fantasy to unfold over how that little 'no one else' meant ever rather than just for this one time. but now that the idea has formed... maybe it's just another thing he can consider working her toward. hands drop to settle at the dip of her waist, thumb trailing back and forth, teasing at flesh still hidden beneath layers of fabric. "whatever you want bunny," he murmurs the nickname he'd given her years ago. "tell me what you always dreamed about, hm? how you wanted it to happen? did you want to be wined and dined first? somethin' real romantic like or maybe you'd want to just dress up in some pretty lingerie and seduce your partner?" cassius pauses - allowing her time to answer before his hands are sliding around her waist to rest against her ass with a hum. "what about the act itself, bun? did you want your pretty little cunny licked? a cock in your mouth? what about other foreplay, hm?"

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𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @spicedcandi3s

lips curl the moment the app chirps with notifications, the woman immediately rolling on her bed to sweep up the device and open the app once more. the request is... certainly an odd one, but who is she to deny him? if that's how he gets off on getting freaky, cat couldn't really blame him. there was a bit of a thrill to the potential of getting caught, wasn't there?

sweetestsin: anything you want daddy.

dragging on a robe, she pads down the hall in the direction of her sisters room. it takes several minutes to arrange everything to her liking, but once she's satisfied, catalina rearranges everything back to how it once was before hurrying back to her room.

sweetestsin: [video] sweetestsin: i thought you'd prefer a video. is that better daddy?

it's stupid, she realizes as she looks at the video once more. her sisters room on clear display if not slightly blurry in the background. trophies from childhood to college sports lining shelves. some posters she refuses to tear down despite the age. picture frames you can just barely make out the photos of. and right, smack dab in the center she stands, face hidden from her lips down. like the photo had, fingers squeeze at perky tits as lips curl into a little smirk before she's turning to show off the lacy black fabric that hugs at her bottom.

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𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ⸻ @spicedcandi3s

"i know," he murmurs in reply, the only words he offers as he leads her up into the space he's claimed as his own. it's decorated to resemble the starts of a home but there are clearly little pieces missing - spaces he intends to have her fill soon enough.

wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he bends to rest his head alongside her own - trying to shelter her and offer comfort all at once. "you're safe here mina, i swear. i won't let anything happen to you, ok?" aleksei waits, allows the words to sink in before he's drawing back slightly. once more, he finds himself lacing his fingers through hers to lead her down the hall toward the master suite, nudging the door open and pointing out both his closet and the bathroom. "take whatever you want to borrow from my closet or drawers. spare towels are in the closet in the bathroom. take as long as you want, ok?"

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"I'm not lonely." Sunday shot back a little too quickly. "I like being alone." It was usually true. If loneliness ever did hit, she always just thought her way out of it, intellectualizing the feelings until her walls were back in place. Maybe it stung more than usual tonight, but they didn't need to know that. "I think you're just projecting."

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"Oh, I'd love to help you out, sweetheart." Alexei cooed. His smile was as charming as ever when he leaned in closer to them. There was a sinister gleam in his eyes though. He never gave something for nothing, and he wasn't about to start now. "But what are you going to give me in return?"