It all started a few weeks ago.
Being a university student, you were seriously strapped on cash. You already had a job, but it wasn't enough. You tried asking your Bro for a little help but he just started spouting off all this bullshit about "The Value of the Dollar", saying that "earning your own money builds character, little man.".
What an asshole.
The next day you were talking about it with your friend Jade, saying that you were thinking of getting a second job and asking her what shops on campus were hiring. She listed the few that she knew of and jokingly tagged on the end, "you could always get a sugar daddy!". You laughed with her.
But that night you couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said. Do people even do that shit anymore? Or ever for that matter?
You hopped on your laptop and googled it, quickly found out that, yes, people do indeed do that shit. The first link that shows up is to a site called Seeking Arrangement. You curiously checked it out, laughed a bit, and went to bed.
But not before making an account and hating yourself as you filled out your profile.
The next day, after classes, you check your email. Turns out you have a few people who are interested.
One is this older looking guy and when you check his profile and see that he's almost twice the age of your Bro, you quickly delete his message without reading it.
The next guy is hot as all get out. He looks to be maybe late twenties/early thirties, but when you read his message, you are immediately turned off. "Let's hit the gym and get our tan on" is not something that appeals to you, so you delete his message too.
The last guy who messages you has a picture with the eyes blocked out. But besides what you can't see, he's very handsome: closely shaved, strong jaw, and dark brown hair feathered with gray under a fedora. Not even one of those douche-ass trilby fuckers. An actual, classy fedora. His message introduces himself as James Egbert. He's 42 years old and is the CEO and heir of a global company. He apologizes for the incomplete photo and hopes you understand that he prefers to be discrete due to his position. He says he's interested in getting to know you and hopes to hear from you soon.
So far so good. You check out his profile: 6'2, average body type, non-smoker, social drinker. The "prefer not to say" next to "children:" has you a little uneasy, but the fat number next to "income" wipes all doubt from your mind.
You immediately message him back.
Which is how you ended up here, wearing a 90 dollar white gold labret under your lip, and fucking 700 dollar amber plugs. There are perfectly preserved insects trapped in the amber and dead things are kind of your shtick so, obviously, you needed them. James was only happy to oblige. The guy spoils you rotten. Not only with jewelry and clothes out the ass(not to mention the hefty allowances on top of that) but with absolutely mind-blowing sex as well.
Speaking of…
You groan and clutch at the silk sheets under you as he marks your neck with a harsh bite and a wet suck. The buck of your hips against his thigh is involuntary as is the soft whimper you let out when he reaches down to barely stroke you, more of just ghosting his fingers over your length.
"Please." You whine.
"Please what, David?" You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks against your collarbone. God you love it when he gets smug.
"Please touch me, daddy." So he kisses your cheek sweetly and wraps his hand around you. It's kind of embarrassing how quickly you get close, but once your hips start shaking, he backs off. The sound that bubbles in the back of your throat is high and needy and you try to find the friction he's not giving you against his slacks. He quickly spanks the outside of your thigh and you stop, dropping your hips immediately. Your knuckles are probably white against the grip you have on the sheets, and you can't stop squirming as you try to keep your hips still.
He goes back to marking your neck and shoulders and when your breathing calms a bit, his hand retakes its place and strokes you slowly. His thumb swipes over the weeping tip and you choke on a gasp. The pace picks up and in moments you feel like you're about to explode. You give one raspy moan and he stops again. His hands grasp your hips and hold them to the bed as he brings his lips to yours and swallows the half sob of desperation that pours out of you.
"Shhhh…" He breaths the sound against your mouth before you tuck your head under his chin, hiding your face. "You're okay." You nuzzle into his neck, "Such a good boy." and nod. "One more time, then you can have a treat."
"Hell yes." You try to keep your voice steady but you practically wheeze out the words and his breath rustles your hair as he laughs and brings his hand between you again. Every one of your nerves is tingling with over stimulation and you can't stop from pathetically humping his fist. You grunt between gritted teeth and squeeze your eyes shut.
He pulls away completely and the only thing keeping you from flat out crying is knowing that you did it. You didn't cum, so now you get a reward.
It's always worth it.
You watch intently as he gets off of the bed and strips slowly, folding his clothes and setting them on the nightstand when he's done.
"On your stomach, love." You nod and turn over, your chest against the bedding and your ass in the air, just how he likes it. "Good boy." He grabs he bottle of lube from the bedside table and you feel the bed sink a bit behind you. His hands spread you open and the shock of his tongue against you rips a cry from your chest.
He laps at your entrance, first treating you with broad laves of his tongue before pointing the muscle and nudging it inside. Your moan is high and drawn out.
"Oh god. Fuck me, daddy, please."
"Good little boys don't use that language, David."
"I'm sorry, just…please!" You wiggle your hips in hopes that he'll accept your answer and just plough you into the mattress already.
"You're quite forgiven." He chuckles and shoves a slicked finger inside of you. You groan and you push against him.
"More, daddy, I can take it." He immediately adds a second finger and you gasp as he thrusts them and scissors them apart. A third finger is added soon after and you almost choke on your own spit when he brushes them against your prostate.
"Are you ready for your treat, David?" You don't trust yourself to produce words so you whimper and nod your head frantically. He shoves his fingers in roughly and you shout. "Use your words."
"Ah! Yes, daddy!"
"Such a good boy." He says lovingly and you nod again. You hear him fussing with the wrapper of a condom.
"N-no. No condom, I want to feel you."
"If that's what you want, David." It lands on the floor and soon enough you feel his cockhead press against you. He grabs your hip and when he breaches the tight ring of muscle, you both groan. The feel of him filling you up inch by inch is something you'll never get tired of and when he's fully seated inside of you, you roll your hips the best you can in your position. He gets the idea and pulls out before pounding back in. You yelp and he does it again, starting up a medium pace, but making up for it with forceful thrusts.
He pushes your hips down a bit and hits your prostate dead on. You scream, rocking back on to him and scrambling for purchase between the sheets and pillows.
"Faster, daddy, faster!" Both of his hands come to your hips and he pulls you harshly to him, picking up speed and forcing never-ending noises out of you. You bite the pillow under your face to try to muffle your embarrassing sounds, but his hand leaves your hip to grip your hair and pull your head back.
"None of that." He grunts and you whine loudly. He holds you like that while he jars you forward with every snap of his hips. The sound of skin meeting skin bounces off the walls to join your cries and you're pretty sure you sound like a Grade A porn star as you cum on the expensive silk below you. You hear James groan above you as you tighten around him and jesus, you love that sound. You're insanely over sensitive so you talk him up, trying to get him to cum faster by telling him how much you love his cock, how good he treats his naughty little boy and it works. He doubles over you and sinks his teeth into your shoulder blade, his release warm and wet inside of you.
He gently pulls out of you and collapses to your side, catching his breath before pulling you to his chest.
You trace patterns in his chest hair and the two of you settle into a comfortable silence.
"I have time off from work next week." He says and you know he's leading up to something, but you play along.
"What a coincidence, Spring Break is next week." You know he knows this, that the reason he has work off next week is because he asked for it knowing that you'd be free as well. It's sweet.
"Come to France with me." He blurts and your eyes go wide.
"Seriously?" You lean up on an elbow and look at him. His face is red.
"I-it doesn't have to be France, it can be anywhere." He says quickly. You smirk and kiss his cheek before laying on his chest again.
"Anywhere, huh?" You ask and he nods.
You smile against his chest and fall asleep before you can answer the question.
Hey, guys! ZombieParade here! I really loved writing this chapter so I'm going to be making a full fic on it. FF can suck it though, because it's too much trouble to publish it on here the way I want. But I'm working on the second chapter now and will be adding it to my J is for Jewelry story on AO3(Archiveofourown dot org) for those of you who want to read it!
Just search for J is for Jewelry and the author will be xzombieparade.
Thanks!