Page 19 of Sugar Daddies

As I come around the corner to the kitchen, Mr. Stephan is already there.

He’s shirtless! He’s holding a glass of water.

Millions of questions flash in my head, and my face can’t handle the heat, so I clasp my fingers over my eyes to stop the tempting trail of his gorgeous body and intricate tattoos.

I only got one look, and it’s burned in my mind; the thickness of his muscles packed on his tall frame, the ink coiling around his body like a snake and the rock-hard abs rippling when he drank the glass of water.

His throat was sexily bobbing when he gulped the water, and I will never forget that my drool fell the moment a drop of water kisses his strong body.

I am a pervert. Thank goodness he didn’t catch me ogling his body, but he can’t fault me for being so taken by the unattainable sexiness of it.

A sharp clink on the counter gets picked up by my ears, but they’re thumping with blood to keep the tips red.

“Good morning, little princess,” Mr. Stephan’s voice calls.

I tremble lightly at the curl of possessiveness that prickles my skin, “Good morning.”

He comes up to me, still shirtless and distracting, and kiss me on the lips. I freeze as I don’t know what to do and how did thisrelationshipproceeded from meeting him to him kissing me good morning.

I should keep calling him Mr. Stephan, or I’m going to confuse myself. He and Daddy are two very different people who shockingly radiate the same influence and power over me.

“I missed you,” he hums faintly while pecking my temple.

It’s only been a couple of hours since I last saw him, and I remember yesterday as clearly as today, and my cheeks are flushed from thinking about it.

I voice my thoughts, “It’s not been a full day yet.”

“It’s been too long since I have touched you,” he hugs me to his chest.

My body yields to his frame, and I’m engulfed with his deep scent as my face is engulfed in his chest. Without any barrier, I can hear the sturdy beat of his heart and the rhythm of his breathing.

“You can’t say things like that,” I step back as much as his arms allow me. I cup my own cheeks and feel the heat steaming from my skin.

“Say what? That I want to hold you as I sleep? It’s the truth. I want to go to sleep with you and be the first thing you see when you wake up.” Mr. Stephan crushes my wrist in his hand as he pulls it up to his mouth. His sharp teeth scrape on my pulse, and it jumps at the contact.

“Daddy is going to be mad. I’m not supposed to—”

He puts a finger to my lips, and it effectively cuts my voice off. The smile on his face makes my blood run cold as the devil behind his disguise of angel peers through.

“Max and I will discuss it with you on a later date,” his eyes curves, “You’re going to be a good little princess for Daddy, and I won’t send you to the corner if you misbehave.”

Daddy likes to spank me when I’m stubborn, and Mr. Stephan’s form of punishment gets me curious.

“Corner?” I’m afraid to ask, but it comes out anyway.

My fear is evident as it fuels the madness gleaming in his eyes.

“Yes, corner. Facing the wall with no electronics and no talking, you will stand there for however long I see fit.”

That sounds like torture, and I will be on my best behavior. If he’s anything like Daddy, he wants me to mess up just so he can punish me.

These are dangerous men that have set their gaze on me.

“Do you understand?”

I swallow thickly as I nod, “Understood, Daddy.”

He kisses my hair, “Good, I wouldn’t want that to ruin our date.”

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