Addicted 2 Moni

Feeding Her Paris

Dewayne POV

"Fiiiiinally," Harmony says excitedly, reaching for one of the window shades.

"Ahhh nope!" I laugh, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into my chest.

"Whaaa," she pouts.

I smile, pulling out a black blindfold. She glances down at it, already shaking her head.

"Ooooo no... hell no," she protests, trying to unwrap herself from me.

"Baby, stop being so difficult when a nigga tryna do something for you," I say, keeping my hold on her.

"I don't like... I don't do... blindfolds," Moni says, her voice low, eyes avoiding mine. I cup her cheek gently, drawing her attention back to me.

"Moni baby... Do it for me, please." I kiss the tip of her nose, then press a soft kiss to her lips.

"Ok... Ok," she finally says.

I slowly pull the strings of the blindfold down over her bun and cover her eyes. As soon as I do, she clutches my hand hard, her breath hitching, lips trembling slightly.

"Baby... do you trust me?" I whisper, brushing my thumb over her knuckles.

"Y-yes... of course," she whispers, voice shaky as she loosens her grasp.

I press my lips to hers softly. "Boss, everything is as you asked and ready to go," the driver says, stepping onto the jet.

I nod, grabbing my Beats headphones and phone. "Aight. Keep holdin' my hand and listen to my voice," I say as we walk down the aisle. Her grip stays tight in mine.

"Okay, we at the steps," I say before picking her up bridal style. She lets out a small gasp, hands clutching my shirt.

Once I set her down on the ground, I turn and take in the glowing Paris skyline. The cool night breeze brushes over us.

"Waynne!" Moni gasps, reaching for me.

"I'm here, baby." I kiss her cheek. "I made a playlist for you to listen to on the way." I help her into the backseat and slide the Beats over her ears.

I slide in next to her and press a kiss to her shoulder, fingers grazing her thigh. She jumps slightly, then melts into me.

Her voice fills the car through the music, "Ayyyyyeee real ass bitch give a fuck 'bout a niggggaaaa!"

I laugh, my hand rubbing gentle circles on her leg.

No stress... just peace and her.

"Boy! If you make me bust my shit, I'ma beat yo ass," Moni says loudly through the headphones as I help her out the car.

I grin, leading her to the hotel lobby.

"Ah, Monsieur Ross. Welcome, it has been quite a long time. Your penthouse suite is ready," the older lady at the front desk greets us. I flash her a nod.

A concierge escorts us to the elevator, turning the special key for access to the penthouse. I guide Harmony in front of me, wrapping my arms around her waist. She hums along to the music, leaning into me as I kiss her neck softly.

"Here we are, Monsieur," the concierge announces.

The doors open directly into the suite. A massive heart-shaped pool glistens in the center.

I tip him generously, then slip the headphones off her head.

"We here, babygirl," I say.

"Good," she reaches for the blindfold.