Page 1 of Sugar Daddies

ChapterOne

Pepper

Daddy is possessive.

He doesn’t let me look at other men, and he would punish me for breathing in their direction, and my butt would be sore if I were to even ask for directions from a man.

Everything in my life is under his control, and I like being taken care of. I never have to worry about bills or rent anymore. Daddy says that as long as I do everything he says, he’s never going to let me down no matter how much I mess up.

He’s kind but strict, gentle with a temper, and a stern dominant who won’t hesitate to put me in my place. It’s not that I can help it; his form of punishments always leaves me on our bed used and aching.

I might have intentionally riled him up on more than one occasions.

My eyes tend to stray, and it’s not because I find another man better than my Daddy. It’s just curiosity about the way they walk, the tone they speak in, and the gaze they set on different things. It’s intriguing, but no one can capture my attention like Daddy.

He is a force to be reckoned with.

Daddy is strong.

He runs a company that makes the best hard candies, and he takes the samples home for me to taste. If I don’t like the flavor, he changes the recipe. If I don’t like the texture, he changes the formula.

There was this one piece of candy that gave me a little cut on my tongue, and Daddy terminated the entire line. I heard it cost him millions of dollars. I felt so bad that I had to beg him to put the line back because other workers had done hard work on it.

In the end, he didn’t continue that particular candy.

I’m pretty sure that he is more than a billionaire. That’s my estimate; I don’t see how he can have a mansion, a yacht, and several planes with just millions of dollars.

His strength doesn’t just come from his ability to run an international business.

Daddy’s body puts professional bodybuilders to shame. He’s too tall, too muscular, and too intimidating. His beast of a body aside, the dark ink on his skin is enough to put someone in their place without uttering a word.

What scares everyone, including me, is his temper. When he is angry, his muscles tense up, and the death glare in his eyes strikes fear in my tummy. Then, his volume would raise, and it is programmed in me to be frightened of his voice.

I would have this paralyzing fear of Daddy’s volatile temper and villainous wrath.

I have seen it, and I never want to be on the receiving end of his anger. I hear it a lot when Daddy talks over the phone about contracts or business-related matters.

When Daddy is angry, he is more possessive and vice versa. Those two factors fuel each other, and I’m always the one who ends up over his lap with a good spanking for things I haven’t done yet. Punishing me is an outlet that Daddy and I agreed on, and I’m always ready when I see the storm raging in his eyes or the tightness of his frame.

One word and I’m on my knees worshipping his big cock.

I know all those things, so why is this mysterious man making my heart skip a beat?

He’s very similar to Daddy, with the body of a warrior and the simmering growl of a beat in his voice, and the heat pools in my panties when he looks at me.

I can’t look away; his presence demands that I kneel down to him and maybe I’m having too much fun admiring the tattoo peeking out from his expensive black suit. The gold watch seems as heavy as its price with the need to reflect off the light of the morning sun.

The distinguishable feature that stands out to me is his hair and eyes; they are lighter than Daddy’s, but they hold the same rawness and unrelenting command for obedience.

Seeing a specimen this fine would surely result in a severe ass spanking from Daddy when he finds out, and he always somehow knows. I learned from early on that hiding things from him is just as bad as lying.

I say they are different things, but he says otherwise with a steamy night in bed to make sure that his lesson is ingrained in my head.

“Can I help you?” I ask, and the more pressing question is where Daddy is because I’m not equipped to deal with another man that makes my tummy flutter just like Daddy.

I’m conflicted, and I don’t want to get on any of their bad sides.

What if I say something and it offends him? What if he’s someone from another company and wants to do a collaboration with Daddy? What if he—

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