Sugar Daddies

by Jade West

It’s always such an error of judgement on their part. They invariably think that Rick is the nice one. The safe one. And while Rick is both of those things, he’s also a dirty, kinky little freak who’s easily as brutal as me in the right conditions. Stretching is his thing, stretching and body fluids, and boundary-pushing filth.

The bottom rung of a ladder you want to climb is better than a couple of rungs on one you don’t, don’t you think?”

“She stayed until almost lunch. And it’s love, man, it’s fucking love. I’m in fucking love with that girl.”

“Fuck!” he said. “Is this for fucking real? You’re David’s daughter?!” “Yeah,” she replied, and she looked horrified. “I’m David Faverley’s daughter. Biologically.” He blurted out a laugh before composing himself. “Shit. This is like something from daytime TV. I fucked my boss’s daughter, and so did my boyfriend.”

😂😂😂

My eyes met Rick’s as he appeared back in the doorway, and he smirked at me, his fingers at his shirt buttons. “Nice,” he said. “I’m gonna leave you two alone more often if this is the shit I come back to.”

“I don’t want you to handle her shit,” I said, and the words tumbled out. “I want to keep you safe.” Her eyes widened and her cheeks blushed. “Thanks… but, I, um… I’m tough. I’m alright…” She reached out and touched my arm. “I’m good, Carl, really. It was nothing.” But it was something. It was something to me. She was something to me.

“Plenty of people have a front. It’s often the most insecure of us who lash out the hardest.”

“A baby,” I said. “I want you to have my baby. That’s what happy means.” I sighed. “I dream about being a father.”

“Stop it with the Daddy Carl thing,” Carl said. “You’re enjoying that too much, Richard, don’t think I can’t fucking hear it in your tone.”