EroticReverie

Cecilia ….three days later

I don’t think Jen has slept at all. She’s constantly been swooning and screeching about how lucky I am. Though I’m not sure yet, if I am lucky. This man could be blowing smoke up my ass. But our rent is paid for a year. Our cars are paid off. And while he hasn’t given us fifty thousand each yet, I don’t doubt he fucking will. Because it means nothing to him.  It’s drop in the bucket. Which is why I keep telling Jen, this all means nothing. For him, this month long trip he’s taking us on, is like a trip to Target for us. Shit, probably even less than that. Definitely less. 

“I can’t believe this is real life. Oh my god. Am I the officially adopted bestie of my best friend her billionaire beau? Ooo, does he have a son? We could be related if I marry his son.” She says as we try on clothes at a boutique. 

“No son.” Simon says from the middle of the dressing room. 

“Dammit. A brother?” Jen asks. 

“A brother. But he’s happily married and has six kids.” Simon says and I smile to myself as I slip the dress on over my head that he picked out. 

“Dang it. Any hot friends?” Jen asks and I laugh. 

“Maybe.” He says. 

“Oooo, tell me more. Are they hot like you?” She asks. 

“Jen. Don’t call him hot.” I say through the dressing room. 

“Jealous Cinnamon?” He asks. 

“No. I just don’t need her inflating your already insufferable ego.” I say and he chuckles. 

For the past three days he’s come to my apartment, taken me out to eat for lunch and dinner. And even brought Jen along to dinner last night. She’s team Simon and it’s impossible to try to talk logically with her about him because she’s got billionaire blinders on. 

Though, she has , much to my dismay , made me a little more at ease with accepting his generosity, even if his generosity has ulterior motives. 

I swing open the curtain and step out in the terra-cotta colored dress. It’s a flowy dress, with loose short  bell shaped sleeves and a heart shaped neckline , chiffon dress. It’s modest with its floor length hem. 

“How do I look?” I ask as his eyes lift up and he smiles.

“Absolutely fucking perfect. As always.” 

“Augh god, may this love find me” I hear Jen whisper to herself and smile. No. This wasn’t love. But I couldn’t tell her otherwise. 

“Come here.” He says and pats his lap. 

“No. You’re giving me the look.” I say.  The look he’s given me the past few nights right before he’s stripped me naked and screwed me against the wall of my bedroom. The man liked stand up sex , a lot. Maybe that’s what kept him in such good shape. 

“Cinnamon, hate to break it to you, I’m always giving you the look” he says. 

“Now get over here.” He says and I shake my head. 

“I said no, and we’re in a dressing room, and my best friend is in behind the curtain.”

“Get over here right now Cecilia. Don’t make me tell you again.” He says and my thighs shift and rub together. He smirks. 

“Better listen.” Jen says. “Besides, it’s nothing my innocent ears havent already heard.” 

He smiles and pats his lap and I give him the middle finger and turn around and shut the curtain.  I smile at the sound of his growl.

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Three hours later , Simon has treated us to new wardrobes for our trip and at least a dozen bikinis. He’s also spent plenty on intimates, and I swear he thinks I’m just going to wear lingerie for a month with the way he nearly bought one of everything from some fancy boutique. 

“Let her live” Simon says when I tell Jen to take it easy as she walks with armfuls of lingerie. 

“Youre fine sweetheart” he says to Jen and I feel a little stab of jealousy. 

“Don’t call her that.” I say and he looks at me. 

“Call who what?” He asks. 

“You just called her sweetheart. I don’t like it.”

I say. 

His brows lift. 

“I didn’t mean anything by it. Just a friendly term of endearment.” He says. 

Jen slaps her lingerie onto the counter. 

“It won’t happen again ,Cinnamon”

He says and leans over and presses a kiss to my temple. 

“Dont be mad at me, you’re my special girl. Nobody else.” He says and kisses my temple again. 

I hated how needy he’s made me. For him. For his attention. How it’s only been days and I’m  obsessed with him. I try to deny it to myself, but it’s true. I actually like him. I like the way he makes sure we have conversations to get to know one another and not just lay me down and fuck my brains out. I mean, he does that too. But he makes me feel special. And I hate it. Because I know I’m in over my head here. 

But he listens. When I don’t like something, he apologizes and doesn’t say it or do it again. When he told me he wanted to masturbate while looking at me, I told him no. Told him that’s not something I like. I didn’t tell

Him it was because that’s what my father used to make me do. He just listened and didn’t ask again and instead went down on me and told me how special I was while making me cum. 

I haven’t called him Daddy again, because it felt too wrong. Too fucked up. He asked about that moment in the bedroom when he mentioned me having daddy issues and how I froze up. I told him I didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t push. But I can tell he wanted to know about it. But no way was I going to tell this man that I’d called him daddy because I wanted a man to take care of me. I wasn’t picturing him as my father. Because I hate my father. But I wanted a man to take care of me, and make me feel special. 

“Holy shit” Jen says as his driver pulls us up to his place. 

“Damn Simon, you live here?” She asks. 

“I do.” He laughs. 

We were staying here tonight. He assured me his wife was across the country and wouldn’t be here. Even if I believed him about his marriage to her, I still didn’t want to meet her. 

He shows us around. Shows Jen her room. Then lets her wander around while he brings me to his room. I stop at the door. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to go in there.” I say. 

His brow lifts. 

“Why not?” He asks and slides his hand to my hip and the other to my face. 

“Don’t you….do you…have you slept with her in there?” I ask. 

“Not in a long time.” He says. 

I scrunch my nose. “And how long is that?”

“I don’t know? A few years?” He asks. 

“But you said you slept with her four months ago” I say going back to one of the conversations we had. I knew he didn’t like how insecure I was about him being married to her, but he also understood and answered my never ending questions about their relationship or lack there of. 

“I did. We had sex in a hotel room in Paris.”

My jaw drops. 

“Trust me. I know what you’re thinking. And it was anything but romantic. It was a transaction. Convenient.” He says. 

“You fucked your wife. In Paris. Recently.” I say. 

“Four months ago.” He says. 

“That’s pretty recent” I say. 

He shrugs. “I guess so.”

“We were there for the launch of one of her stores. I was there to play the part of supportive husband for the cameras and media. And we were just , horny I guess. And it was easier to fuck each other instead of finding some random Parisians for ourselves.”

He says and I look away. 

“Cinnamon, don’t do that, get out of your head about her, I don’t love her.” He says and I look back at him. 

“Of course I’m in my head. You can’t just expect me not to think there might be something there. Maybe you don’t love her, but what if she loves you?” I ask. 

“She doesn’t. I love already told you this.” He says patiently. 

“She could be lying” I say. 

He smiles softly. “Trust me. She’s not.”

“I like you too much.” I sigh. 

I look up at him to find him smiling at me. 

“What’s that? I think I misheard you.” He teases. I roll my eyes and push against his chest but he pulls me back and cups my jaw. 

“Say it again”

“What that I like you a little bit?”

I ask. 

He smirks. 

“Oh so now it’s just a little bit?” He asks and his thumb rubs along the edge of my lower lip. I nod. 

“Just a little” I say. 

“Don’t you fucking lie to me little girl” he whispers and I whimper. 

“A lot, I like you a lot” I say breathlessly. The little girl melts me every time. 

“That’s better. Now, can I please take you in my bedroom and taste you?” He asks. 

I nod. “Okay” I say shakily and he smiles. 

And that’s what he does. Takes me in his bedroom and eats me out for half an hour, tallying three orgasms to the list of pleasure I’ve been given by him the last few days. 

We eat dinner with Jen. We all sit outside and talk. Our plan leaving in a few hours. 

“Shouldn’t we get to the airport? Doesn’t it take hours to get through everything?”

“Not when you fly private.” He says and I look at him. 

“Like, your own plane?”

I ask and he smiles with amusement. 

“Yes baby, my own plane.” He says and I just blink. Of course he has his own plane. 

“Sick.” Jen says. “Does your plane have those cookies?” 

He laughs. “I’ll make sure we have cookies.” 

“Score.” Jen says and then gets up. 

“I’m gonna go frolicking around the gardens.” She says and takes off and I just shake my head. 

“Frolick back within the hour.” Simon says and Jen gives a wave of her hand as she takes off. 

“Come here” he says to me when she’s gone and I look at him from where I’m sitting. 

“Don’t argue. I know you’re about to say something smart. Just come to me when you’re told and make our lives easier”

He says and I huff and get up and he smiles. 

“Wipe that smug smile off your face”

I mutter as I sit on his lap and lift one arm around his neck as I sit sideways on his lap and lap. 

“I’m so happy you’re opening up to me, to this” he says and stroke my thigh through my sundress. 

“You get what you want right?” I challenge with a cock of my brow. 

“I do” he smiles and slides his hand down my dress and up underneath it. 

“Mmm, Love when you open up like this too” he grins because my legs have spread 

“Turn and lay your back against me while

I touch you” he says and I whimper because it’s only been an hour since I was cumming on his mouth and already I was needy for more. 

So I turn and lay back and let my head lay back over his shoulder. 

His one hand slips up between my legs as they fall back apart over each side of his legs and he rubs me through my panties as he lifts his free hand to my chin and looks at me. 

“Where have you been all my life Cinnamon?”

He asks softly. 

“I wasn’t even alive yet for most of it, so, there’s that” I say breathlessly and he smiles with a little laugh. 

“Smartass” he says and kisses my nose and then my mouth and I moan as his fingers rub my clit through my underwear. 

“I like you a lot too by the way, incase you weren’t aware” he whispers on my mouth. 

“I’m aware” I say and lift my hand behind his head and arch my back and let my mouth back to his and kiss him, our tongue moving , moaning softly into his mouth as he swipes my panties aside. 

“Sexy girl” he whispers as his finger stories my cunt. Playing in my arousal that drips from me every single time. Like a god damn faucet that only turns on this much when it’s him touching me. 

“Such a wet little girl” he hums and I whimper and writhe I his lap. 

I don’t know why I liked feeling small , I am little in comparison to him age wise. But I was average height and had the body of a woman, yet he still made me feel small and I hated how I also felt safe in an almost stranger. I hated how much I trust someone I barely knew. I hated how badly I wanted him, and how badly I wanted him to take care of me. I hated that I wanted him to divorce his wife so he couldn’t be anyone else’s but mine. After only a few days. It was insane. 

“Daddy” i breathe and he groans. 

“Was wondering when I’d hear that again” he whispers on my ear as I squirm in his lap as he slides two fingers inside of me. 

“Do you , like it?” I ask as I pant. 

“I fucking love it Cecilia” he groans. 

“I love everything you do and say to me, even when you’re just trying to argue with me, everything you do drives me absurdly crazy” he groans. 

“Youre so fucking gorgeous. I can’t stand it, nobody should be so fucking pretty” he whispers and I whimper. 

“Can I ask you something though?” He asks and whimper and nod. 

“Do you call me daddy because you’re picturing your father, or because you need me to take care of you?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“I don’t picture anyone but you” I gasp as his fingers pump a bit faster. 

“Good, I’ll gladly be your daddy then” he says softly and kisses my temple and I whimper. 

“I want you my cock inside of you Cecilia” he groans.

I nod. “Yes please” 

“Mmmm, good girl.” He whispers and I lift up and he undoes his pants. Letting his cock free and then pulls me back into his lap and onto his cock. 

“No, don’t ride it, just keep it inside you while I rub your clit, if you cum like a good girl then I’ll fuck you” he says and I whine. 

“Please” I cry as I try to move on his cock , he wrap one arm around me and slides his hand up to my throat and pulls my head back against his shoulder. 

“Shhh, be a good girl and give me what I want Cinnamon” he groans and I whimper as his fingers rub my clit 

“That’s my girl, fuck you’re so good to me” he groans in my ear. 

“You love being a good girl, don’t you?”

“I love being your good girl” I moan. 

“Fuck Cecilia, say that again baby” he groans and his fingers focus more, and rub my clit. 

“I love being your good girl” I repeat. 

“Say you’re mine Cecilia” he groans. 

“I’m yours” I pant as I writhe. My back arching as he brings me closer and closer. 

“I’m going to take such good care of you baby” he says and kisses my temple again and I whimper. 

“Now cum on this dick for daddy like a good girl , so he can pump your sweet pussy full of cum”