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Scott — I'm here pt 2
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2025-03-10 16:01:41She sat next to me, quietly listening to my speech, then moved to get up. I gave her my hands to hold so she wouldn't fall.
"I want to tell you about the typewriter now," she said, staring down at me. "Just don't be mad, okay?" she said, looking like the innocent girl I met seven years ago as she turned and wandered off on her own.I followed her to her study, a place I hadn't been allowed into since I brought up the typewriter. She pulled out a thick binder and handed it to me, spinning around in her office chair."It's—""I know what it is," I said, flipping through the sheets of her dead man's switch.It was probably my turn to share my secret, since it clearly tied into hers, but she wasn't done just yet."This is why we have so much sex," she said, hiding her blushing cheeks behind her hands, as much a bashful drunk as a honest one."Go on," I said, sitting down across from her.She folded her hands
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"Daddy said he'd make me kill you," she said in between sniffles as I came round to squat before her and take her hands. "He said you'd be on your knees and he'd put a gun in my hand and make me decide who got to kill you, me or him," she said, rapidly spitting the words out. She started hyperventilating halfway through her speech. Well that wasn't terrifying at all. Was this the shit she thought about while recreating the dead man's switch? "He said if I recreated the dead man's switch, he'd kill you. I'd kill you. Make you kill Scott. Make you kill Scott," she said in between laboured breaths. "Stace, baby, I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?" I asked, linking our fingers the way I used to at the coffee shop in France. It didn't work this time. She just kept chanting about killing me, which honestly scared the crap out of me. But I promised her everything would be okay, no matter what she said or did. So I took her face into my ha
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Resigning myself to my fate as an enslaved man, I relented. Not for me, but for her and everything she wasn't saying. While I believed that she wanted me to get back to our old life, I knew she wanted it too. It was all she ever wanted. It broke my heart that some part of her still seemed to believe she didn't deserve it. She didn't talk about us having a full life together, but instead said she was going to take me home. Give me a full life. That didn't really matter though, because any life I had was going to include her. I'd give her everything she was too afraid to hope for. Besides, what choice did I have? The risk of remaining on the run indefinitely was just too great with so many new players on the board. She needed my support and I was going to give it to her. "I wish I could trade places with you, but since I can't, I will let you do what you want. We can fuck as much as you want to if it helps you complete your dead man's switch. I will support you," I said, and she bea
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After crying her eyes out, she got up and headed towards the closet. She returned to me with a gift box. "Happy birthday," she said, and I smiled from ear to ear, taking it from her. As I opened the box and pulled out a brand new camera, she went off about all the research she did to buy it for me. "I know it's not a film camera like you prefer, but it's a similar model to your digital camera back home," she said, waiting for a response as I tinkered with my new toy. This was so fucking sweet. She knew what I wanted before I even did. Holding a camera after all this time was surreal. "It's actually a better model," I told her, comforted by having a small piece of my old life returned to me. I slipped the strap of the camera around my neck and asked, "Will you be my model?" Then I picked her up and laid her down on the pillows. "I'm naked," she said, blushing shyly like I hadn't seen it all. "You have panties on," I said with a smirk as I took her picture. "Actually th
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She definitely had a headstart on me, but I'd be damned if I wasn't getting between her legs now. "I know you loved every bit of me touching you all over while you played with my dick," I said, slipping the loofah in between her legs as I fought off a groan. "Is your pussy frustrated, Stace?" She moaned loudly as the loofah went back and forth between her legs, gripping my dick tighter. "Fuck," I cursed, unable to help it. She had me on the very edge. I dropped the loofah and shoved a finger into her pussy, backing her up against the wall as I pumped into her. I pressed my forehead up against hers, both of us panting as we resisted giving in. "Is your dick ready to blow yet, baby?" she asked, grinning at me. I was so fucking close and she wasn't letting up. Unwilling to go out without at least getting another finger into her, I pumped into her quickly. Then I put my other hand on her clit and started rubbing in fast circles, slipping another finger into her and finge
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"How come you never asked me to fuck you? We could have gotten here sooner. You could have been my wife by now," I said, daring to dream. "Because I didn't just want a fuck, Scott. I wanted you. There was a fucking half naked chick in your bed and you didn't want your dick in her. I'm fucking hot and awesome, so that obviously wasn't the problem. You just weren't ready. So I waited until you were. I know what you've been through with other women. I didn't rush you then and I won't rush you now," said my beautifully honest, drunk girl. Her saying she didn't want to rush me made me want to pound her pussy onto next Tuesday, drunk or not, but I was also so incredibly grateful for what she gave me. A chance to grow close to her. Love her. So that when we fucked, it would be amazing. And it was. The first time. On the kitchen floor tonight and every other time in between. "You do understand that just made my dick harder, right? Like fucking steel," I told he
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12His Mafia Princess Stacy - I just want to go home pt 1
It was four months into being away from New York. We had finally found our new normal. We spent the last two months backpacking through Europe, living our lives like this had been our choice instead of us being forced to go on the run. I had never been happier. It felt like being on an extended honeymoon. There were still fights, but we talked like we used to now. Checked in with each other every day. When we did fight, it was about who took out the trash last and when he was going to load the fucking dishwasher. When the sightseeing and death defying shit like paragliding and zip lining got old, we joined clubs and took dance classes, where we made friends. We didn't let people in, so they weren't close friendships, but spending time with other people again took some of the pressure of being on the run off. Most of the time, it was still just us though, drinking in every bit of romance, culture and cuisine that Europe had to offer. From hot springs, to beautiful castles, breathtaki
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-13His Mafia Princess Stacy — I just want to go home pt 2
"He's the guy," I said, blurting it out one hour into the movie, even though I had already channeled my inner Monk and figured it out fifty minutes ago.He set his popcorn down on the seat next to him, then turned to me, a frustrated look on his face."We talked about this. All you had to do was keep your mouth shut. Just once," he said, biting his fist.I pouted at him, sure he'd walk out of the theater this time. Looking around before I decided on a course of action, I got up and got onto his lap, straddling him."Don't be mad. You know I can't help it," I said, cupping his cheeks and kissing him coaxingly."There's no point watching it anymore, is there? What do you think I'm going to do with the next hour, baby?" he said, frustrated hands slipping under my dress and pulling my panties aside.He plunged his fingers into
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-13His Mafia Princess Stacy — I just want to go home pt 2
"Who are all the people in our living room?" Scott asked me, his body keeping up the steady rhythm he had going pumping in and out of me.He had me on the kitchen counter, my legs wrapped around his waist, his arms around my waist as we fucked."Neighborhood watch. Some Karen complained about last night. I told you someone would see," I told him with a smug grin."It's more likely someone heard you, baby. Despite that, you're still spreading your legs for me," he said cheekily, laying his lips on mine as his dick went from easing in and out of me to pounding me savagely. "You love being in trouble, don't you baby?""You started this," I said accusingly, biting my lip to not let out a moan."That's not going to be enough, my sweet, dirty girl," he said, covering my mouth with his hand as he sunk into me repeatedly, no signs of him stopping. "Tell me,
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His Mafia Princess Scott— I proposed pt 3
That last part was such a her thing to say. Was that really what she thought? It would explain how I apparently caught her off guard. "Please, for the love of God, let me sleep and shower first. There are dark circles under my eyes. And my make up—" What the fuck was she talking about? She was fucking flawless. Perfect in all her imperfections. "Shut up. I won the bet about Kenny and Marlene," I said, laying the phone down on the ground and starting the five minute timer. "So now Scott says shut up. You've said more than enough in the last few hours. Now just listen." She clasped her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth nervously, her eyes dropping to the timer. Words failed me. I had a whole speech and everything. Even if I didn't, I was me. I always knew what to say, except right that second I was tongue tied. "That photo's taunting me," I said, spitting out the thought in my he
His Mafia Princess Scott— I proposed pt 2
By this point, she had me watching her from behind a lens. Flashes of the thousands of times she had me taking her photo went through my mind. Watching her was my favorite thing to do until she started letting me touch her. I loved every last one of them. Studied the thousands of photos frequently, especially this past week, like some junkie trying to get a fix. The sweet ones where she looked like an angel. The dirty ones where she looked like the perfect whore. The goofy ones that I made sure I was a part of. The everyday ones where she had a pencil in her hair while she read or picked something out at the grocery store. Every last photo I took of her and every memory attached to it flooded my brain. "Fucking stunning every time," I said, trying to calm my raging heart as the sun began to rise, the silhouette of her before it. Slightly trembling fingers took several photos, as the excitement of holding a camera surg
His Mafia Princess Scott — I proposed pt 1
"Can't we do this another time? Surises come along every day and it's been such a long night," Stacy moped. Not this sunrise. Not this moment I wanted to give her. It was all she could do to hold onto the tripod towards the end, so I let her get on my back and gave her a piggyback ride the rest of the way up my mountain. "You knew this was coming. I warned you I'd be making you miserable by bringing you out here before the crack of dawn while we were in Fiji. Sacrifices have to be made to please your future husband, Stace," I said, enjoying the feel of her body pressed up against my back. The morning was chilly, contrasting with her body heat. Or was I sweating? Maybe she was right and this just wasn't our moment. It would come once though. The sunrise of our one year anniversary. I had this picture of how it was going to go down in my head and I just wasn't ready to give it up. "On our anniversary? We just spent two ho
His Mafia Princess Scott— It's her turn pt 5
"Is the world's greatest commitment phobe still proposing today after this shit storm?" Kenny asked me as I watched Stacy sit across from Jeff to read through her immunity deal. "You just get the champagne ready. Be on standby, Ken. Call in sick. You'll get the call soon," I said, sharing an excited smile with him before I opened the door to Jeff's office to sit down next to Stacy. "You can have your lawyer look it over before you sign. Take your time," said Jeff, waiting patiently on her. "She's her own lawyer. She's like two classes away from being one?" I boasted as I watched her brilliant mind go to work while she read. "Three," she corrected me, eyes still darting over the words on the page. "Besides, we trust you. Don't we, Scott?" That's what she said, but she carried on combing the document. In about two minutes, she'd have tons of questions for him. "Yes, we do," I said to my fath
His Mafia Princess Scott—It's her turn pt 4
"I will never let anyone hurt him, Ken. On my life, I will always keep him safe," she professed one more time. "I know you will, Stace. For the record, you were always my favorite best friend," he said, cautiously wrapping his arms around her as he started sobbing. "Same Ken," she said, returning his embrace readily, rubbing his back. Eyes still on me, she stuck her tongue out at me, making me chuckle as I got up to join them. "Un-fucking-believable. What am I, chopped liver?" I said, watching Kenny pull back as I shot him a nasty look. "You're okay. Tolerable. Second best. I keep you around because of her," he said, wiping away his tears with the back of his sleeves. "I can't believe you fucking told her you were proposing. What the fuck is wrong with you? How will you survive marriage?" His stupid remark had us chuckling between the three of us. We all wrapped an arm around the other an
His Mafia Princess Scott —It's her turn pt 3
There was that promise of forever she said I couldn't have until I asked her to marry me. It was as good as a yes to my proposal. My heart was doing flip flops in my chest. I knew it was for their benefit, maybe even just because she was nervous about talking to them instead of me, but her words were aimed directly at me. Sweeping me right off my feet. Claiming every bit of me as hers. Allowing me to let go of the tiny part of me that wondered if she really could have killed me in those woods. It wasn't just luck or the words I said to her that made her want to save me. I was happy if I gave her the strength to do what she needed to do, but I firmly believed she would have gotten there anyway. She had been doing it for eight years. From the moment we met, she had been protecting me. Even when she pushed me away. She chose me for eight years. Came back again and again, no matter how many times Don Angelo called her home, to make me fall dee
His Mafia Princess Scott— It's her turn pt 2
He pulled out a chair for himself, then one for me, urging me to sit next to him. With a resigned sigh, I sat down two chairs away from Kenny, as close to Stacy as I could. I gave Willow and my mom a pleading look so they would follow suite across the table. Stacy took her seat and folded her hands in front of her. Folding her hands was her tell for when she was nervous. They all looked away uncomfortably. No anger. No malice. Just sadness and fear. It was all I could do to stay seated. Not grab Stacy's hand and storm out. She asked me to let her do this though. All I could do was sit back and watch helplessly. "Marlene, you're right. We should have reached out and talked to you all about what happened. It sucked that she was the only one of you to come by and ask us what happened though. Instead of going off the news and wherever else you got your information from. Still, I'm sorry we didn't reach out either. We were trying to figure things out betwe
His Mafia Princess Scott— It's her turn pt 1
"No, you're not leaving," said Marlene, grabbing Kenny's arms and turning him towards Stacy and I. "Your best friends are getting engaged today. You've been brooding about this whole situation for over a week and I'm sick of it. Deal with your shit, Kenny," said Marlene, her arms folded and chin jutted out. Go Marlene. Marriage looked good on her. She surprised me more and more all the time. "Does everyone know I'm proposing today?" I asked, focusing on the wrong thing entirely. It got my nervous, half asleep girlfriend to smile though. I'd take that. "You weren't exactly trying very hard to hide it," said Stacy, momentarily caught up in my eyes. I wished I could have her look like that for the rest of the day. A light blush tainted her cheeks and her smile was enough to bring armies to their knees. The way she looked at me made me feel like we were the only two people alive. As much as I appreciated wha
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"Soooo… Do you think there's more?" he asked in his most innocent voice. "I'll kill you if you try and find out today," I said, equally as breathless and sweaty as him. It took me a moment to realize I just threatened him without flinching or apologizing. I forced myself to let it go and enjoy the afterglow of the best sex of my life. The heat and sweat coming off our bodies should have been enough to get me off him, but it wasn't. Despite my threat to get off him, his arms wrapped around me gently. "No promises. I love you," he said, completely at ease as he started stroking my hair. "I expect to be told about all future… Locations and phrases." "I love you too. That's no fun. I'm not doing that," I said, out right refusing his request. "Is that right? We'll see," he said cheekily, kissing my temple. "Let me take you to lunch. I want you to enjoy your first day of freedom."
