Page 38 of Sugar Baby
“Do you still feel the same way that you did last night?”
“Yes,” I confirmed with no hesitation.
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
His armor cracked and he smiled. “I love you, Sugar Baby James. I hate the first time I told you was under those circumstances, but in case things played out differently, I wanted to make sure you knew.”
“I knew, but I’ve been waiting to hear you say it.”
“Get up and get dressed. I have something planned for you.”
I slowly got out of bed. Even with me feeling horrible, I’d never turn down time with my man. After I handled my personal care and got dressed, I found water and a liquid IV pack along with Tylenol waiting for me on the nightstand. I took the pills expeditiously and drank all the water because I felt a little dehydrated.
When I made it downstairs, Cash was already dressed in his signature all black. He told me he was going to feed me something that would help my stomach. As we walked to the beach hand in hand, I could feel something was bothering him. I wasn’t sure if it was what happened last night or how it affected me.
“Are you okay?” I asked him. “Is whatever that was about over?”
“Depends on how Sko responds. If he wants to come after me because I put four of his men down, it won’t be over until his life is. It would be best if he let the shit go though. Either way, that ain’t shit for you to worry about.”
“I worry about you. I know you can take care of yourself, but I still do.”
“You been talking to God for me?” I nodded. “Then there’s no need to worry.”
That made me smile.
At the beach food court, we had two juicy, greasy burgers and cheese fries, and it was just what my stomach and soul needed. He added a fried egg to mine and it was like a heavenly party for my mouth. By the time I was done eating, I felt so much better. We didn’t head home immediately, opting instead to spend time on the beach. At no point did I think the impromptu beach time was a ruse until we returned home and I saw Rittany’s car pulling out of the driveway.
“Uh . . . What’s going on?”
“You’ll see in a moment. I need to get one more thing set up, though, so don’t get out the car,” he said, pulling into the garage.
“O-okay,” I mumbled as my heart started to race.
“Relax,” he commanded through his chuckle. “No need to be nervous.”
After giving me a quick kiss, he got out of the car and went inside. I busied myself scrolling on social media trying to distract myself from overthinking his surprise until he came out to get me.
“Forever Mine” by The O’Jays played as we entered the bedroom, instantly making me sniggle. I guess he wasn’t playing about that being our song. The lyrics meant even more now. I was so happy just to hear the song that I pulled him into my arms for a dance. I hadn’t bothered to look at the rest of the room until the song was over. Gasping, I covered my mouth as my eyes watered.
Balloons hung from the ceiling, rose petals were on thefloor and bed, and there was a bouquet of them along with gift boxes on the table in the corner of the room.
“Rittany grabbed the items I asked her to while we were out. I know I can’t accurately express how what you said and did last night makes me feel, but I have to at least try. I also wanted to double down on the fact that I love you. I hope this shows you.”
He helped me into the chair, and when he removed my sandals and put my feet in the warm water, my tears fell. For this man to submit to me, to serve me, to humble himself under me, to show his love to me in this way . . . I couldn’t stop the tears if I tried. The more he kneeled and washed my feet, the softer my heart became. The safer I felt with him. I knew our relationship wouldn’t be perfect, but this man was absolutely perfect for me. I didn’t even care about the gifts on the table. There was nothing he could have purchased that would top him washing my feet as a symbol of his love, service, and submission.
The second he was done drying my feet, I leaned forward and connected my lips with his.
“Make love to me, Cassius,” I requested against his lips before reconnecting them with mine. “Then, I want you to fuck me.”
“Mm. You know I love when you tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
“Are you going to do it?” I asked as he picked me up.
“Hell yeah. In that order.”
And that was exactly what he did. Cash demolished my pussy in the nastiest and most delicate way with his mouth until I was a wet, quivering mess. Then, he slow-stroked me to a hard, intense missionary climax. We switched positions, and I rode him with a medium pace that he matched,cumming right after he told me, “You look sobeautifulup there.”
