Page 14 of Sugar Daddies

Curiosity kills the cat, and I reach down to pick up the box. It’s too light to be anything decorative, but it has some weight to it.

A whiff of chocolate hits me, and I’m throwing the cover off to see a row of perfectly made chocolate. All chocolate shapes are coated in a sheet of gold and a faint hint of citrus blends with the dark chocolate.

I need a taste.

The gold stains my fingers as the fine powder melts in my mouth along with the burst of citrus flavor as I bite into the dark chocolate. Everything about this one piece of chocolate sends me to nirvana. I have never tasted anything like this before, and it doesn’t hurt my teeth.

The citrus cuts away the bitterness and the sugary gold dust melts in my mouth in one heavenly taste. I would kiss the hands of whoever made this because I will beg them to give me more.

I have no self-control as I take one after another with no concept of the amount of sugar I have taken in. Time eludes me as I keep indulging in the citrusy goodness.

My fingers are dustily gold, and my lips are tainted too, but I lick them away while picking up another. I’m not someone who savors anything; the only thing my mind is capable of is to get the next burst of flavor on my tongue.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I squeal in fright; the voice full of grouchiness startles me, and I drop the piece of chocolate in the box. Dread settles in my tummy as I mentally berate myself for not being careful. I should have taken the whole box and ran to my bedroom so I can devour it in my own privacy.

However, my privacy doesn’t exist in Daddy’s eyes.

I spin around to face not one but two men, and one of them is not happy. It’s an easy guess as to whose voice I heard because I’m programmed to narrow down Daddy’s voice in the smallest pitch.

I’m caught red-handed with gold fingers and dusty lips, and I don’t dare to look over at Mr. Stephan.

It’s probably his box of chocolate; maybe it’s for a girlfriend.

The bitterness on my tongue amplifies, and I hate that thought. I don’t want him to like someone else—

Wait, no. I shouldn’t care what he does. He’s not my Daddy.

“I asked you a question, little girl.” Daddy steps close to me and forces me to look up at him through a tight grip around my jaw.

“Tasting?” I try to grin to make the situation less intense.

That doesn’t work because Daddy is glaring down on me with a thousand daggers, “You know better than to eat sugar at night.”

“I know,” my lips turn down as I say, “But, it has my name on it.”

He swipes the gold dust with his thumb on my bottom lip, “Onit?”

I stammer guiltily, “I-it wascallingmy name, Daddy. I couldn’t resist it; the urge was too strong!”

“I don’t want to hear excuses,” Daddy hisses as he pushes his thumb down on my bottom lip.

I wince and try my best to ease the raging storm in his eyes with my puppy-dog expression, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I’m not the one you should be saying that to,” he said while taking his thumb and licking off the gold dust.

I watch his tongue slither back with a blush; he’s too handsome not to ogle at. Daddy slips to my side and lets Mr. Stephan take his place. The man casts a shadow over me, and I swallow thickly.

The rich chocolate coats my mouth, and I hold back the need to clear my throat.

“I’m sorry…” I murmur softly.

My shoulders jump at Mr. Stephan’s hand as it coils around my neck. He thumbs at my pulse when he smiles, and my heart taps insistently at my ribs.

“What was that, little princess?” Mr. Stephan cocks an eyebrow.

I purse my lips and turn to look at Daddy for guidance. His face doesn’t show anything as he silently waits for my next move.

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