THE GIFTS

Never let people's opinions get in the way of your happiness, babe.

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WARNING: Sexual Content

CHAPTER XLII

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“WHAT THE HELL?”

“Woah,” Anna chuckled as she pushed past me and let herself into my room. “Araceli, you went all out. I didn't know you had the money to buy all of these things.”

I let my eyes run over the many bags, all of designer brands, that occupied my bed and the space around it. Slowly, looking up to meet Anna's eyes, I shook my head.

“I don't.”

“So what is all of this, then?” She picked up one of the designer boxes and opened it, revealing a pair of red, thigh-high boots. I felt my eyes almost water as my mind conjured the amount of outfits that it would look amazing with. “Someone gifted it to you?”

“It can't be. I mean, no one knows me. It must be for another maid or something.”

“Oh no,” Anna chuckled, staring intensely at a particular bag. She opened it and pulled out a red sexy, one piece lingerie set. “This is definitely for you.”

She held it up and in that moment, I realised why. It was my exact size.

Shaking my head, I walked over to the bed, quickly searching for the one thing that I knew would confirm whether or not all of these things were for me. And who exactly sent it.

It didn't take long for me to find the packaging for a shiny, black, phone and in that second, my heart leaped into my throat.

I didn't know how to feel. Confused and shocked seemed to be the main emotions.

“He bought you a phone too?” Anna almost screamed from behind me, yanking the package out of my hands as I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. “Girl, who the fuck is your sugar daddy because you need to share.”

“Daniel.”

The temperature in the room dropped, both me and Anna not making any move as we stared at each other. I wanted to gain her full reaction, but there was none. There was just shock.

That was my main issue. I wanted to proudly say I was with Daniel without anyone going into shock or backing away in fear.

I just wanted it to be normal.

“I'm going to go speak to him,” I said, walking towards the door to leave the room.

“Y-You be careful, girl,” Anna called after me, making me shake my head again as I left.

With large strides, I made my way down the hallways for the maid's bedrooms and towards a staircase that would take me up to the second floor. Within seconds, I was in front of Daniel's room, not even bothering to knock as I calmly let myself in.

“You never knock,” was the first thing he said as I closed the door behind me.

I looked up towards where he was walking out from the bathroom and my jaw dropped at his appearance.

He was wearing... a suit. His white shirt was only buttoned half way up and a black tie hung loosely from his neck with his black suit jacket hunched over his shoulders.

Pursing my lips together, I leaned against the door and let him slowly make his way over to me with a smirk playing on his lips.

“That's because you never lock the door,” I finally answered once he was directly in front of me. I didn't touch him, giving him the chance to make the first move instead.

“Why would I lock the door when I know you're coming?” My pussy throbbed at his words and I was overcome with the urge to just grab him and kiss the life out of him, but instead, I kept my composure. I placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back gently. He didn't budge though and I only rolled my eyes and squeezed around him.

He wasn't playing around and instead of letting me go, he grabbed my waist and pulled me back to him. Before he could kiss me and effectively make me forget what I came for, I spoke up.

“Were you the one that bought all the things in my room?”

“No, it was Santa,” he said sarcastically, making me want to punch him in the face. He pulled away from me and I turned to him with my arms crossed over my chest. “Who else do you think it would be?”

“Can you just give me a straight answer?” I groaned, getting tired of his constant running around.

He took my chin and tilted my head up to look at him, the humour still playing around in his eyes. “I'm genuinely asking.”

A smirk grew onto my face as I placed a finger on cheek as if I was thinking about my answer. “I don't know. Maybe it's from one of my ten other sugar daddies.”

“I'm your sugar daddy now?” he asked as he walked towards his desk to pick up his phone. I found the frown from earlier returning to my face.

“Why else did you buy me all of those things?” I asked, making him turn to me with hard eyes. I didn't want to feel like a gold digger in this relationship. I had already been called that enough times.

“Do you not like it?”

“I do,” I quickly reassured him. “I just want to know why.”

“Do I need a reason to spoil you?” I looked at him long and hard, finding my resolve crumbling to pieces.

“I guess not...”

“If it makes you feel better,” he began, looking up from his phone to meet my eye, “a couple of them are for your birthday.”

Realisation dawned on me as I suddenly remembered that my twentieth birthday was coming up soon. With everything going on, it was hard for me to remember things like that. I couldn't help but think back to the times when my birthday was the only excitement I had in my life.

Things could change so quickly.

“You didn't have to. It's not like I'm going to remember it anyway,” I tried to say so he wouldn't think he had an obligation to please me just because of my birthday.

He turned to me, his eyes tired and his lips in a straight line. “Just say thank you.”

He was right. There was no point in me arguing trying to tell him what he should and shouldn't do because at the end of the day, he was still going to do what he wanted to do.

“Thank you,” I breathed out with a reluctant smile.

He nodded his head and turned back to the mirror in front of him to button up his sleeves.

Slowly, I walked over to where he stood. I squeezed myself between him and the mirror, obscuring his view of it, and grabbed his collar. Tugging down on it slightly, I pushed myself up onto my tiptoes and placed my lips on his.

“Thank you for remembering,” I whispered against his lips. He may not have been smiling, but I knew him by then and I knew that by the way his eyes lit up, he was happy.

He grabbed my face and bent down to kiss me again, this time with a lot more passion as his tongue caressed my own. I fisted his shirt, completely aware that I was crumpling it, but in that moment I couldn't find it in me to care.

Maybe if I crumpled it up enough, he would have to get it ironed and then he'd miss his flight and then he wouldn't have to go anymore.

I walked us back towards the bed, my hand buried in his curly hair as he placed his on my ass and squeezed. Upon reaching the bed, he sat down on it and pulled me to straddle him as neither of us moved to break the kiss.

I took my hands away from him and instead brought them to the buttons of my dress to undo them.

“Are we doing it?” I asked after pulling away from him even though I was still unbuttoning my dress.

Instead of answering my question, he brought his from my ass to my thigh and trailed it up the length of my leg, going inside my dress and straight to my core. He wasted no time and began to rub me through my underwear. My eyes fluttered shut as my hand shot away from my dress to grab his wrist as if to stop him even though I made no attempt to.

He raised an eyebrow at my quick reaction, but said nothing and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me for a kiss. His lips trailed up my neck, his warm tongue darting out and leaving a burning trail over my skin as I tilted my neck upward and opened my mouth in a silent moan.

By now, I was slowly rocking my hips against his hand, matching my movements with his own.

“Take off your underwear,” he said, his voice low and full of lust, making me moan louder at the sound of it.

I hooked my hand around the waistband of my panties and pulled them off, having to stand up to get them off completely. Before I could drop it onto the floor, he took it from my hand and dropped it on the bed beside him.

Without questioning him, I got back onto his lap and pressed my lips to his as he brought his hand back under my dress. I took a hold of his hand again and after seeking out his middle finger, I shamelessly guided him against my slit until he reached my entrance. Not missing a beat, I pushed his finger inside me and let out a low moan as he took charge and pushed the rest of the way in.

“Eager?” he asked, making me nod my head without hearing a thing that he had actually said.

He wrapped his arm around my waist to keep my steady and started pumping his fingers in and out of me, letting his thumb continue flicking over my clit.

“Fuck,” I moaned, moving along to his thrusts before grabbing the prominent bulge in his jeans and rubbing him as he hissed and glared at me. “I need you.”

He cursed and brought his hand away from my waist, letting it run up my body before stopping at my breast and squeezing it roughly. He pulled away, taking his fingers out of me as well as I whimpered at the loss of contact.

Takigg me by surprise he grabbed my waist and hoisted me up before helping me turn around to face away from him. Now with my back to his chest, he used his knee to spread my legs apart roughly. He let his hand trail up from my knee, grabbing and groping my thigh the higher he came. My pussy gushed as I anticipated his touch and my chest rose and fell as I watched his hand inch its way closer and closer to where I needed him.

I felt his lips brush against the side of my neck, making me press my shoulder to my ear as I swallowed down a giggle.

What I would give to not be as ticklish as I was then.

Catching me in the moment I wasn't paying attention to his hand, he brought it up to my center and began rubbing me again. My giggle cut off into a moan as I fluttered my eyes shut and moved my hips along with him.

He wasted no time in gently thrusting a finger into me, reaching around from behind to grab my neck and pull me flush against him.

I found my legs closing around his fingers, but he used his knee to spread them open again and squeezed my neck slightly.

“Close them again,” he said, his voice low and full of warning. “I dare you.”

“Daniel,” I whined, attempting to close them again, but he brought his hand down from my neck and to my thighs, holding my legs wider apart and digging his fingers into my fless. I let out a shriek of pain before nodding my head vigorously. “Okay. Okay.”

“That's a good girl,” he muttered, brushing his lips just under my ear as his hand left my thigh.

My uniform was only buttoned halfway and instead of undoing the rest of them, he instead slipped his hand into the open part and grabbed a handful of my breast. He kneaded it in his gand, letting my nipple become erect and prominent as it rubbed against his palm.

I gritted my teeth and grabbed ahold of his arm, burying my fingers into his skin as an intense feeling started building up in my stomach.

“Have you ever seen your cum face?” I didn't even give much thought to the absurdity of his question. I just shook my head and continued to focus on the sensations his fingers were giving me. “Look.”

I looked up, only to have myself look right back at me. The mirror that I had blocked him from looking at was right in front of me, displaying to me how I really looked on Daniel's lap.

My hair was a wild mess and my chest heaved up and down as I slowly climbed up the ladder to my orgasm. His fingers sped up in me, as if knowing I was close and soon I felt the waves of my first high crash onto me so much quicker and harder than I had expected.

“Fuck,” I heard myself drawl out as I took in my image in the mirror. I looked... sensual.

My eyes were dark and hooded with my pupils more dilated than I had ever seen them and my jaw hung open as my mouth formed an 'O' shape in a silent moan. I looked down to where one of Daniel's hands was in my dress, groping my breast as the sleeve started slipping down and his other hand was below my waist, underneath the hem of my black dress and pumping in and out of me rhythmically. My hand had a tight grip on his arms, my fingernails were almost embedded in his skin, but he didn't say anything. He didn't complain.

I didn't have any recovery time from that climax before another one hit me. I threw my head back, collapsing against his chest as he continued pumping his fingers into me with no remorse.

“You know what you're cumming to right now, Lee?” he whispered into my ear. I couldn't answer. I could only moan as tears started to trickle down my cheeks. “You're cumming to yourself. You're watching yourself in that mirror; seeing how hot you are and you're cumming to that.”

“Oh my God.” My hips bucked against his fingers, my legs shaking as another orgasm hit me and I found myself pleading for something I wasn't even sure of. “Please.”

“You could be on your own, without out me, doing this to yourself—”

“Fuck.”

“And you would still cum as hard as this. You would look at yourself in the mirror and cum as hard as I'm making you do right now because you're so fucking hot.” His hand squeezed my breast roughly before his finger flicked against my nipple and I bucked again. “Now you know what I see when I fuck you. Now you know how fucking hard it is to stop myself from bending you over my desk every time I see you and you're not naked beneath me.”

Slowly he pulled his fingers out of me and I found myself whimpering as both my pussy and my clit ached.

But he wasn't done with me. He pulled down his pants and before he could even tell me to do anything, I was reaching behind me for his erection. I slowly positioned him at my entrance before sliding down onto his entire length.

“Fuck,” Daniel hissed from behind me as I sat on him and allowed myself to adjust to his girth. His hands came to my waist and he lifted me up and brought me back down against him. “Up and down, baby. Up and down.” His voice was so low, I wouldn't have heard him if there was anymore noise in the room.

I followed his instructions and slowly started bouncing up and down, feeling my pussy stretch everytime I took him back in.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked, my voice coming out breathy. “Am I making you feel good? Do you like it?”

“So fucking much,” he said as he gripped my waist and dug his fingers into my flesh. I pressed my back into him, loving the way he held my body when he wanted me. “You're doing so well. You feel so good.”

I clenched around him at his words, getting closer and closer to my release. He brought his hand up my body and wrapped his fingers around my neck, only making me clench harder.

“Look at yourself,” he said, making me look at the mirror.

Not much had changed about my appearance except for the fresh tear trail on my cheeks and the sweat beginning to form on my forehead. The strap of my dress had slipped enough to entirely expose my whole left tit, but it was covered again by Daniel's hand in no time.

He leaned back and dropped both his hands to my waist as I sat up straighter. I positioned both of my hands on his knees and put most of my weight on them as I brought myself up and let myself fall back onto him.

“You're so fucking gorgeous,” he said from behind me as his hands ran all over my body. “So fucking pretty.”

I bit down on my bottom lip as I increased my speed. It was a combination of the feeling of Daniel's cock entering and exiting me, his hypnotic words, the squelching sound my pussy made every time he entered me again and the erotic scene playing out in the mirror that made the last orgasm the most powerful of them all.

The tears returned again as my mouth parted and my eyes shut tight. My moves became sloppy as it tore through me, but they were just as deep and intense.

“Fuck,” Daniel groaned from behind me as he pushed me down against him and buried his fingers into my waist.

I clenched around him as he exploded into me. And when both of our orgasms finally passed, I collapsed against his hard chest, his dick still in me because it was the only thing keeping both his and my cum away from his bed.

As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the image in the mirror. And that image was a messy haired Daniel looking right at it; watching me.

“So fucking beautiful.”

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This chapter was 2000 words of pure SMUT. Yall better be satisfied.

I'm being serious because we're going to be hitting a dry phase in a couple chapters. There's only one more hard smut scene, you know? Better prepare yourselves.

Anyway, things do start to pick up soon. Shit gets serious fast so enjoy these moments as they come.

And before yall pop off about 'Lee'... Anyway, goodbye.