Friday rolls around pretty quickly and I’m up. Getting ready to pretty myself up for my sugar daddy, Dante. I’m so lucky to have him. Truly. He ensures my rent, college tuition and general upkeep is pretty much paid for. In return? I fuck him on Tuesdays, when he’s in town. I’m not trying to be aloof, but I really need to NOT catch feelings for him.
I like my arrangement. I come from a low-income family and I have to take care of my parents. So being Dante’s doll is just perfect. Now, he’s not your typical ‘Sugar Daddy’. He’s hot. Mid-thirties, strong and these beautiful brown eyes that I don’t stop staring at when he’s sat across from me.
The arrangement happened with ease, one day I was working as a bottle girl at Lava; the local night club. Dante came in and decided that I was worth ‘saving’ I suppose. The first night he hired me, we didn’t have sex. Instead, we cracked open a bottle of wine and got to know each other. Sure, I wanted to… You know, have sex. He was charming, funny and treated me like a princess (cliché, I know. But true.) I’d catch him staring at me for a prolonged period of time.
His eyes rove to my long legs, toned torso and perky tits. He likes what he’s bought; but there’s more. Dante looks at me like I belong to him. Like I’m more than his Tuesday night shag.
“You’re deep in thought again, Doll,” he murmurs as he sips his brandy.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about my essay,” I swallow, trying to mask what I’m truly thinking. “This fish is lovely, thanks again for dinner. Didn’t expect you to take me to The Ritz.” I whisper ‘The Ritz’ because a girl like me doesn’t deserve this high-end luxury. I’m the Pizza Express kind of date.
“Well, you better get used to it. You deserve luxury,” he forks a piece of his fillet. His brown eyes now a shade of tourmaline. He assesses me, ensures I eat everything on my plate. However, I can’t just ignore the niggling insecurity in my mind.
“Thank you Dante. You know,” I put down my fork. He follows my action, “You don’t have to treat me. I know what I am. What you’ve paid for.” I’m getting uncomfortable now as his glare becomes mad, furious.
“What I’m trying to say is. I know you pay me for sex. So shall we just stick to that?” My silky husk is now strong, the wavering gone. I can’t give my heart to Dante Vincenzo. He’ll ruin me.
“Is that what you want, Doll?” He downs the brandy, rolls his neck and pushes his chair back.
I know he’s ready to leave me. Dante is mad, but I know how this will end. Me, heartbroken. Super heartbroken.
“Yes,” my voice is barely above a whisper.
Dante calls over the waiter and and mumbles something I do not register. My pulse is pounding in my ears and my heart is about to fail. I’ve rejected the Dante Vincenzo. I’m ready to take back my words, to tell him its fear. I’m fearful.
“Stand up Doll. Let’s get out of here.” Dante grabs his phone and stands up abruptly.
“Where are we going?” I begin, but he’s already racing ahead of me out of the dining room.
“Dante. Sorry. Please. I- I.” He’s already at the reception and handing over his Black Amex to the lady.
“Room 230, Mr. Vincenzo. Do you need a Valet?” The elderly lady seems sweet, but behind that caring, maternal tone she is drinking every little detail of the God standing in-front of her.
“No we are all good. My girlfriend and I are very tired. I would appreciate no calls or interruptions to the room,” he smiles politely.
Smiling she hands over the key-card and looks at me with a ‘really, you’re his girlfriend?’ look. Trust me, I’m wondering the same, bitch.
Dante still hasn’t uttered a word to me and the tension is killing me. I stare up at him in the lift, his large broad shoulders covered in a Burberry polo and the fitted jeans cling to his muscular legs. Dark, shoulder length hair is perfectly pushed back.
Sighing against the wall, I cast my final glances at what could have been.
Dante turns, his eyes now the colour of Enstatite. In one stride, his hands grip my waist and the other wrapped around my face.
“Don’t pull that insecure shit with me again. You’re mine. You’re better than that Doll,” he grumbles. Then his lips find mine. In a haste my tongue lashes against his, fighting for dominance. His hungry hands grip my thighs, pushing my skirt up.
His kisses now trailing a burning inferno down my neck as he begins to bite and lick my soft spot. Dante knows me so well, he knows what makes me tick, my kryptonite. His other eager hand, finds my soaked thong and begins to pad circles. The sheer material not doing anything to protect my searing insides.
“Mine. Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers along my collar bone.
“Yours Dante, all yours. Oh!” A moan escapes my lips. If he’s not careful, he will make me cum in this lift.
A ding alarms us and a tired couple walk in. Shit! Dante peels off me reluctantly, but he’s protecting me from their prying eyes. Leaning against him, I pray that we make it to the room quickly. Lo, the Lord listens and the couple get off the next floor. How many more?
He reads my mind, “two more Doll.” Dante turns to face me again, this time his hand pushes my panties to the side and begins stroking my desperate kitty. “So wet for me.” I gasp at his tender touch, relishing in his softness; because I know what’s coming next.
We reach the floor, too quickly. Dante’s fingers still stroking my folds. He motions for me to leave the lift first, but I’m at his mercy as his puppets me to the room. Unlocking the door, he slams me against the wall. His large hands tearing my lace blouse, exposing my brown, taut nipples.
My skirt now wrapped around my waist like a belt, his mouth travels down to my left one, sucking and twirling hard. “Dante, fuck!” I’m breathless, pained for relief. Expertly Dante leads me to the large luxurious bed in the middle of the room. Pushing me down, he removes the final item of clothing on my persons.
I’m fazed, yet erratic as I watch him undress. He’s so precise. Everything so measured. Dante doesn’t take his eyes off me and as he removes his boxers. I spread myself wide, opening him with welcome legs.
“Perfection,” he purrs, which only makes me arch my back off the bed to see him crawl to his prey.
“Take it all. I was so scared Dante. To fall. Uhh!” I give in as he begins to kiss all the way up to my pussy. My words coming out jutted. My thoughts are incoherent as Dante is now spreading my lips wide and nuzzling, enjoying my aroma.
“We’re falling together and I will always catch you Doll,” he murmurs into me. His tongue placed flat against me, to lick languidly across my opening.
“Fuck. I’m so lucky.” I grip the back of his head to push him to go deeper, but I only feel the vibration of his laughter.
His tongue flicks out again, teasing my clit; and like an amphibian he grasps and suckles until my eyes roll back in ecstasy. Dante’s own moaning meets my high crescendo thrashing as he continues to lick, prod and circle with his tongue.
A finger soon enters me and it’s enough to send me over the edge. I convulse under his introspective tongue and my legs begin spasming, my back relinquishes the memory foam mattress and I’m sure I’ve torn some of his hair out.
“Now my cock.” He’s looking up at me. My hair forlorn, cheeks reddened and my nipples still taut. Dante hovers above me and now his mouth touches mine. I taste how I feel; heady. His tongue weaves into mine and I feel his cock pressing against my opening. A new wave of pleasure bleeds through my veins.
“I want your cock,” I plead.
He’s resting on his knees, his large cock tickling my clit. One push and he’s now inside of me and I bask in the large intrusion. My pussy spread wide, the painful sensation is one of joy and comfort. Dante pushes out, and then extends his entire body over mine; arms finding a home on either side of my head. And he’s back in.
Dante’s head presses into my neck and I succumb to the feeling of feeling full whilst his thrusts in and out of me. His deep, heavy breathing a chloroform. I’m intoxicated. My mouth hangs open as he builds speed inside of me.
Heavy balls slapping against the rear of my folds sends another jolt of energy through me. I can hear Dante’s groans. His mumbles of how much of a ‘good girl’ I am. For him. I’ll be anything. His cock is now pistoning out of me rapidly and his breathing is becoming hitched. My own cries are close to a second orgasm.
“Dante, I’m going to cum again.” I’m pleading for another orgasm.
“Baby, come for me,” he groans. On his instruction and his ricocheting cock, I explode on his cock. My legs squeeze around his waist, locking him in place. He deserves to spill inside of me. As my walls convulse, he becomes restless and with one last, painful thrust he comes. Hot, endless liquid pouring into me.
We lay there for what feels like eternity. Him still on top of me. “No more paying for me Dante. If we do this, I want this to be a real relationship,” I mumble. Exhausted from his exceptional love making.
“Deal Doll. Fucking deal.” He kisses my cheek and rolls over, pulling me into his arms.
It feels like home.
