A/N: I only own the OCs.

This is a very Adult Content story... but I hope that you like it.

I watched as the headlights casted shadows across the wall of my living room. I had to smile because I knew that he was here. I had a standing weekly visit from him and he had every right to be here. He was the reason that I had this house and he was the reason that I made it through school to be a massage therapist.

I opened the door after two sharp knocks and was wearing designer everything along with his signature smirk. I knew that it would get me in trouble one day because we had a usual arrangement, but for right now I was enjoying it.

"You're over dressed." He said and I looked at the clock on the wall next to my front door.

"You're early." I said and he smirked again as he shut the door and pinned me to it. I moaned as he hands expertly ran down my sides and it didn't surprise me to hear a ripping sound resonate through the foyer and living room.

"I will buy you a better one." He whispered as he threw the shreds of what used to be a tank top to the floor. I got ready to come back with a retort , but I forgot everything when I felt his lips latch onto the junction between my shoulder and my neck.

I gripped onto his biceps to hold myself up as he continued to assault my neck. He chuckled when he finally got a moan to slip from my lips.

I finally got a train of thought back as I ran my nails down his muscled stomach and traced the waistband of his pants. He hissed when I gave him a sharp squeeze and I smirked, but it didn't last long when he pinched my nipples. I cried out in pain and pleasure. He silenced me with a searing kiss and left me breathless and he stepped out of my reach.

"Finish undressing." He said.

I slipped my shorts and underwear off as he watched. He grabbed himself through his pants and I knew that he was achingly hard.

"Now, come undress me." He said and I nodded as I stepped to him.

I slipped his t-shirt over his head, undid the worn belt and undid his jeans. He moaned as his jeans were pulled down his muscular thighs and he was free from some of the constriction he was currently feeling.

I hooked the sides of the waistband in his boxers and slid them down. I watched as he sprang free and he stopped me from standing up. He wanted me on my knees. I knew what he wanted as he ran a hand through my hair.

I allowed him to guide my mouth to his waiting member. I slowly took him in my mouth and started at a slow pace. I was used to him and when I felt him thrust into my mouth I sped up.

"Stop." He ordered and I pulled him out of my mouth before looking up at him. He had dark lusty eyes and I knew that tonight it would be rough.

"Stand up." He said and held out his hand. He helped me to my feet and pushed me towards the couch.

"Lean over it." He said and I leaned over the back of the couch as I waited in anticipation for him.

I felt his fingertips glide over my back and trace the small tattoo on my shoulder. I sighed as he ran his hands over my ribs and cupped my breast. He began to massage them and gently tug on them.

"What do you want?" he asked me.

"You." I moaned as he pinched my nipples.

"Who's are you?" he asked me as he let go of my breast and slid his hands back to my hips.

"Yours." I said as he placed his tip at my entrance.

"Good girl." He purred as he felt how wet I was and I knew that's what he wanted. I was going to say something, but all that came out was a small scream as he slammed inside of me.

I clawed at the back of the couch as he continued to set a fast and frenzied pace. I knew that I wouldn't hold out long before I hit my climax.

"Hold it." He growled and I tried to, but I lost it when he pulled out and slammed inside of me so hard that I felt pain.

He wasn't far behind as he collapsed onto me. I was thankful for the couch as he caught our breaths.

"Are you staying tonight?" I asked him.

"No, I need to get back to my wife." He mumbled and kissed my cheek. I nodded.

I was used to it… I was the mistress, but I didn't care. I never imagined that I would have a sugar daddy. I always thought that was for whores or sluts, but now I was fine with it.

"You know that I love you, Kristen." He whispered as he finished putting on his clothes.

"I know, Chris." I whispered and he smirked.

He laid an envelop on the table by the front door as he gave me one last parting kiss before slipping out the door.

I picked it up and put it in my purse. I would deposit in my bank account tomorrow. I cleaned up and slipped in bed. I had to go to work tomorrow.

Chris POV

I got home and Jessica was happy to see me. I went to shower because I didn't want to double dip. I finished up with Jessica and went into my office once she fell asleep.

I knew that having Kristen around was wrong, but I couldn't help it. She was my weakness. She had been my best friend since I was in Winnipeg and she had been with me though everything.

I paid for her house, I had paid for her degree, and the only thing I wanted from her was her. I would visit her once a week and get exactly what I didn't get from Jessica. I hadn't had a real connection to my wife in years, but I stayed with her for the kids.

I sighed as I finished up my business and looked in on my kids. I finally fell asleep thinking of Kristen and not Jessica.

I knew that I would see Kristen again tomorrow, even if she didn't know it. I had gotten her a job with the WWE and now she would be near me all the time. Everything was going good for me.

A/N: Please review and let me know what you think!