Page 4 of Sugar Daddies

“It’s no wonder he wants to keep you locked up. You do bring out a vile man out of me, little girl, and unless you want me to do something about it, I suggest you stop biting your lip.”

My teeth release the swollen flesh that I had no idea I was chewing on. It’s a nervous habit that I developed when I was a child, and it’s been with me for years. Daddy said it was endearing because it riles him up. I would end up having more than aching lips by the time he was done with me.

I feel like anything I do triggers Daddy’s sexual appetite, and I almost can’t catch up. Almost is the key word because I’m made for Daddy in many ways.

“Pretty little thing,” he hums in my ear.

A shiver runs down to my toes, and I wiggle them in my socks. I shouldn’t be the one embarrassed. I’m in Daddy’s home, and my outfit is only meant for him to see. Now this man has seen what is essentially Daddy’s right to see. I’m preparing for a more severe punishment than a spanking even though none of it is my fault.

My back straightens unnaturally, and the hand on my butt continues to rub. There are chances for me to jump out of his lap, but the only problem is that my panties are soaked and there might be a stain on Mr. Stephan’s lap.

The door opens, and I awkwardly peer over to Mr. Stephan’s shoulder. I avoid his searching gaze while my eyes brighten at Daddy’s strong body strolling through the door.

My head twists from the distance that he makes it to me. He runs a hand over the top of my head and steps to his desk. My confusion is written all over my face; he’s not upset that another man is touching me. He’s not asking why Mr. Stephan is clinging onto me like a leech, and he’s not questioning why his little girl is conflicted.

Daddy does notice because he’s telling me to sit still when I begin to wrestle out of Mr. Stephan’sreallymuscular arms. I can’t get very far when he is bigger and far stronger than my puny arms.

There is a dissonance in my head because this is not how I imagined Daddy would react, and a part of me hates that he’s impassive as if he doesn’t care.

Oh no. My insecurities are coming out. I worked so hard to push that side of me away, and with the help of Daddy, I can embrace the little girl in me and let it be real.

Mr. Stephan and Daddy talks in their deep baritone voices about business. It’s things that I know, but I don’tunderstandthem. I’m not focused on that. I occasionally search for Daddy’s eyes and try to hold onto the mere seconds of contact before he breaks it to look at Mr. Stephan.

Did I do something wrong?

It can’t be. We were fine yesterday, and I just woke up, so there is no time for me to do something stupid. Every time Daddy gets mad at me, it’s always my fault because I do something or the other to provoke his temper.

Time passes by, and I’m stiffly on Mr. Stephan’s lap, stewing in all the problematic times that I roused Daddy’s notorious wrath. I try not to let Mr. Stephan’s wandering hands affect me, but my traitorous body melts in his arms, and when he pulls me to his chest, I’m compliant.

Daddy’s probably mad at me from the start, so there’s no point of salvaging his good grace when he’s the one that told me to sit on Mr. Stephan’s lap.

I’m not sure when the conversation ended, but it feels like years since Daddy touched me. He’s plucking me off Mr. Stephan’s lap as the other man stands. Their towering presence casts a shadow over me as they sandwich me with their intimidating presence.

I’m Daddy’s little girl, so it’s natural for me to seek the arms that I’m more familiar with. Daddy closes one arm around me, and I bury my face into his side while he finishes the conversation with Mr. Stephan.

My tiny hands turn into fists on the back of his shirt and the front too, and it’s easier for me to finally look up at Mr. Stephan. I still feel the heat of his gaze burning down on me and the twitching ache on my butt where he smacked me, but nothing compares both of their attention drawn on me in split seconds.

“Say goodbye to him,” Daddy reminds me of my manners.

I reluctantly lift my tiny hand up from Daddy’s shirt and waves quickly before my claws are sinking into his shirt again.

Mr. Stephan’s hand traces my jawline delicately before cupping my rosy cheek. His entire hand face crushes my head easily, and I won’t be able to stop him.

Daddy can; he is strong and protective.

He doesn’t do anything but says, “It’s good to have you back.”

Mr. Stephan looks up from my shy gaze to him and nods, “It’s good to be back.”

Then, his gaze drops to mine, and I can feel the weight of Daddy’s eyes on me too. The arm around my shoulder should be comforting, but I’m being trapped with two personifications of a predator.

Mr. Stephan smiles; his smile is breathtaking and lascivious.

“I will seeyousoon.”

Chapter Two

Pepper

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