Sevika’s Strawberry

“if you can’t handle it then leave!” these were your last words to your ex, six months ago. unfortunately, it’s hard to find someone that will understand and accept your... requirements in a relationship. your patience is short, and the girls you’ve been with seems to have air instead of brains inside their heads. they couldn’t understand your nature, how your desires, demands and needs works! if they can’t buy you a present every month—or week—just because they wanted to, what’s the point of calling you their girlfriend?!

since then, you just gave up for a while. tired of hearing people mumbling about how you’d never find a girlfriend. the right woman would appear at the right time. and that’s why she appeared.

ambessa medarda is a goddess. that’s the most realistic way you can describe her. built with elegant curves, solid muscles, a face that you would dream of, and a voice that automatically makes your legs shake; you almost couldn’t believe it when she said she was interested in you. well, she has good taste.

you instantly gave her a chance, enchanted by her charm, charisma and elegance. however, you were afraid that this would end up like your other relationships. oh, you were so wrong. you wanted to kick yourself just for remembering that you had actually thought that way about her!

ambessa, the woman who gave you a bouquet of real, expensive flowers on the first date, who didn’t let you reach for your purse to split the bill, who insisted on buying an expensive bottle of wine as a gift just because you’d agreed to the date... it took a while for you to realize how much care she put into it, how she observed you before choosing a gift, and how she did it all without you ever having to ask. every. single. week.

“are you like.. my sugar mommy?” you asked, eyes glued on the gold ring she’d just gave you. one of the prettiest things you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

you both were on her bed, you were lying on her chest while she watched something on TV and stroked your hair.

“hmm, would you like to be my sugar baby?” you blushed. ugh, she’s the only woman who managed to do that.

with a small swallow, you looked away from your fingers, now looking at her. “yes.”

a feline, elegant smirk crossed her beautiful face before she kissed your forehead, her hand going down to caress your back through the cotton of your night-suit. “very well, then.”

the titles of sugar mommy and sugar baby seemed to add a new layer of weight to your relationship. ambessa had always been protective, dominant, and attentive toward you, but she seemed to gently dial up the intensity. and you couldn’t be more satisfied with that.

your gifts? every week. jewelry, makeup, perfume, clothes, shoes, handbags, new smartphone... all you have to do is ask nicely—or even just linger a little too long looking at something—and ambessa would hand over her black card. “go have some fun, little one,” and you were already on your way to your favorite shopping. ambessa always smiled slightly at your excitement, feeling satisfaction deep in her chest.

in public, ambessa always make sure to show everyone that you belong to her. always touching you, kissing your neck, making sure you’re close, and blocking anyone who dares to get too close to talk to you—it’s sooo funny when guys shake from head to toe when they see a magnificent woman standing right in front of them... oh! and she always accept when you want to match. your wardrobe is full of matching dresses, shoes, jewelry, etc.

however, you can’t always expect that she will bend over all your demands. especially if you’re being a brat. oh, the first time you saw ambessa’s amber eyes turning into a sharp, irritated gaze that she’s always directed to people who were annoying her at work, you felt your body shiver.

well, she told you. months ago. now you were bended over her lap, miu miu skirt and cotton panties on your ankles as her big, warm hands delivered series of slaps on your butt. tears streaming down your face, weak hiccups scaping your throat, hands squeezing tight the mattress, makeup completely ruined.

“amb–bessa! please! i—i’m so..so sorry!” you sobbed, gasping as another slap burnt your sensitive skin.

“you should have thought this before treating me like that, my dove.” besides the gentle tone she used with your pet name, she squeezed the irritated skin, making you moan softly with pain... and pleasure. stupid masochist.

“i promise i won’t–won’t do it again.. please...”

“hmmm.” she delivered the last slap, the impact dangerously close to your soaked pussy, making you moan and jump slightly. “did i hear it right? you will be more obedient from now on?”

“yes! promise... i do.”

a dark chuckle left her at your desperate words. then, ambessa buried her fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck, pressing your head firmly against the mattress, while using her other hand to work her fingers on you. she started by simply feeling the overflowing wetness, humming softly in approval as you shivered and tried to push your hips against her fingers.

“who gets so wet over a punishment? you’re such a wore, my love.”

barely giving you time to react, ambessa shove two fingers inside you. they entered easily. her thrusts were powerful, deep, and experienced. all you could do was moan, cry and push your hips against her to intensify the stimulation even more.

“i’ll put you on a leash and on your knees so you can eat my pussy for how long i wish.” she promised, reaching your g-spot easily.

also, her after cares were the best. you would melt in her arms, letting her hold you, clean you, and whisper sweetly that you were forgiven, that you were a good girl to her, and that you would have your rewards.

being ambessa medarda’s sugar baby and girlfriend is intense and warm, giving you everything you’ve always sought in a relationship.