Page 5 of Sugar Daddies

When the man left, it’s just Daddy and me in his office.

I sniff and nudge my face into his side while he pats my hair with his big hand. The gesture is assuring as I lean into his warmth and the scent of his alcoholic drink that he had with Mr. Stephan.

It still bugs me to wonder why Daddy is in a business of sweets and yet, his preference leans towards bitterness with the wine cellar in the underground storage and black coffee.

My preference is a glass of water in the morning and a warm glass of milk at night to help me sleep better. The strong taste of coffee and alcohol suits Daddy in a way that keeps his mysteriousness on point, and I always find it really arousing when he has a glass of those amber liquids.

I never know what they taste like because he doesn’t let any alcohol touch my body. He says it’s my body’s ability to handle alcohol that worries him.

Personally speaking, I think I can handle one tiny sip of it. I’m a big girl. I can determine what I like and what I don’t like based on experience.

Daddy is usually never wrong, so when he says that alcohol is not good for me whether I like the taste or not, then it’s probably not good for me.

“What do you think of Stephan?” Daddy asks when he puts me on his lap.

I stare in the reflection of the black screen, and the girl that stares back is flushed to the neck when I think back to that monstrosity of a man. Squirming on Daddy’s lap, I twist my body away from the computer screen to press my face into his neck.

My lips find the strong pulse and press it firmly there. I desperately trying to forget the consuming touches of Mr. Stephan and it’s hard to do so when Daddy’s hand on my butt reminds me of the slaps that had my panties wet.

“He’s… okay,” I answer in his neck.

Daddy pushes my face away from his pulse and holds me in his lap to gaze into my eyes. My cheeks burn as I watch his handsome face morph into a tycoon that runs his business with an iron fist. Strength leaves my body as I lean in with the intent to kiss him. I haven’t got my morning kiss yet because he was already out of bed when I woke up.

He’s so busy these days.

“What don’t you like about him?”

I press my lips to his and the remnant of black coffee bites at me, but it’s addicting when it’s Daddy’s lips delivering it. I can get used to the taste of black coffee, and maybe I can get Daddy to let me taste one drop of his amber drink someday.

It’s going to be a hard sell, but I think I can do it. I just have to play my hands very delicately, or Daddy will toss me on the bed and use my little pussy to his own discretion. It typically means the whole night is his time to use me like a fuck-doll., I don’t know how I survived those times since I’m always crying.

I get so sensitive that it hurts.

A slap across my butt jerks me out of my thoughts, “Pay attention, little girl.”

I whimper softly while trailing the scruff on his jawline; it’s sharp and defined with a hint of animosity that would break my skin.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He soothes the throbbing with his palm. My little booty-shorts deflected the movement when he first threw his hand down.

My shorts are giving me mixed feelings. I want to feel the full effect when his hand collides with my butt, but I also don’t want to moan like a dirty, little girl.

I still don’t understand why he did it.

“What don’t you like about him?” Daddy asks again. This time I’m prepared to answer while he pats my thigh with his other hand.

“He hit me,” I whine with a pout.

Daddy’s black hair tickles my face when he bends down to nip on my neck. I have to press my thighs together and hope that he doesn’t feel the wetness trickling down from my soaked underwear.

“Where did he hit you?” His hot tongue swipes across my skin, and I tilt my head to give him more space.

I sniff and put my hand over his. His fingers squeeze my plumpness, and I move his hand to make my point.

“Right here, Daddy. He hit me here,” I said while he flexes his fingers.

The aching remains strong and stable, but it’s the sting on my skin that makes me fidget on his lap.

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