Wicked Lessons

by Siggy Shade

I need a sugar daddy. Right now. Because my life is bleaker than the sunset dimming the sky.

I’ve read enough dark romances to realize I could be on the brink of attracting a sugar daddy.

But I’m not the kind of man to weaken in the presence of a pretty face. I like mine dirty. Yet those plump lips of hers would look perfect begging me for more.

Because on Saturday, I’ll bend her over my knee and teach her never to hide her beauty. Then as I’m fucking her raw, she’ll spill her entire life story.

Good thing I have a sweet little sub to work out my frustrations.

What were you doing before I rang?” “Touching myself,” she says, her voice breathy. “While thinking of you.” My cock hardens. The corners of my mouth twitch as I suppress a reaction. “Sorry to have interrupted such an important endeavor. Do continue.”

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” he says. “An eager little slut.”

“You’re not canceling our date on Saturday,” I say, my voice trembling. “I want a fancy dinner and a tour of your play room, and then a fuck.”

“What does she want?” Dinner. Playroom. Sex on Saturday. Further sex on demand. Financial support. And she’s prepared to hold her silence as long as I satisfy her demands. In short, Phoenix wants a sugar daddy.

When will women learn that a man will never change his ways unless he has a gun to his balls?

Her tongue darts out to swipe along her bottom lip, and I can’t help but track the movement. I want her on her knees, that tongue serving my cock before I fuck her tight little throat.

“I want to fuck you in my play room, then have you available to me for sexual favors,” I say, paraphrasing what she demanded the last time we met. “And you will submit to training to expand your boundaries.”

I can’t wait to spank that sweet behind until her cheeks turn the color of roses, to stick my cock in her tight wet heat and pound into her until she sees stars.

The pulse between my legs quickens, and a pleasant shiver runs down my spine. This is just like the romance books. Better, because it’s real.

Men my age would rub me fast and hard and raw until they’d desensitized the entire area. Not the professor, who knows exactly how to draw out my pleasure. I could enjoy a lifetime of this slow, exquisite torture.

“Good girls get pleasure, while bad ones get punishment,” he says with the same authority he used to deliver his first lecture. “Either way, you’ll come to crave my touch, beg for it, until every orgasm you experience will be bland unless it’s at my hand.”

“How am I going to fit that in my mouth?” “You’re a resourceful young woman,” I say with a smirk. “You’ll find a way to accommodate my girth.”

“Can I at least touch myself?” “Absolutely not,” I reply, my words crisp. “Your pleasure belongs to me—whether you’re with me or not.

“Good girl,” I growl. “Such a pretty girl. You look perfect with your lips around my cock.”

“I’m going to use you hard and fast, and you’ll take it. Any problems, you tap the side of my leg. Understood?”

“Look at me,” I hiss. When she raises her gaze, her pretty eyes glisten. “Good girl,” I mutter. “You’re taking my cock so well.”

One of her hands leaves my hip. My jaw tightens as I wait for her to indicate she’s had enough. Instead of tapping, she cups my balls and squeezes. Fucking. Hell.

“You’re taking it like a good girl,” he muses. “Yes, a wonderful little pain slut.”

I haven’t just seen that cock in action. I’ve had it in my mouth, down my throat. Now, I’ll withstand anything to get it in my pussy.

“See how well you’re taking the wine bottle?” he says with a hint of pride.

“Please.” The word bursts from my lips. “No more.” He makes a satisfied rumble that sounds more like a growl. “You’ll take what I give you.”

“You’ll be a good girl and give me one more,” he mumbles from around my clit. “But this time, I want you to squirt.”

The pleasure had gotten so intense that my mind collapsed within itself and I’d blacked out. The worst part of it all was that I loved it. Loved every moment of humiliation and pain.

There’s no way an intelligent man who looks like that, fucks like that, and has wealth like that is single.

My pussy is so slick from the feel of his cock in my mouth, and my core aches with the need to be filled. He wouldn’t let me touch myself, even while he fucked my face. He’s surprisingly stingy for a man capable of making me black out from too many orgasms.

“A woman should be able to eat breakfast and take off her cardigan in public without certain men misinterpreting her actions.” “But you’re not just any woman.” His voice is dark, dangerous, demanding. “You’re mine, and what we do together isn’t for public display. Not unless it’s a scene of my choosing.”

“That’s my girl,” he says. “You look so good riding me like an eager slut.”

“Be a good girl and stay quiet while I play with your pussy.”

“We both know you’re a kinky little slut beneath the innocent facade. You’re just in denial.”

“Do you know what I think?” “What?” she asks, her voice strained. “Dirty girls who stay in to do their homework deserve rewards.”

This dirty little angel will be my undoing.

“I want to hear every detail about this dream while you’re sucking my cock.”

I wanted to see Phoenix on her knees with those pretty lips around my cock. I wanted to fuck her throat until she coated the floor with tears.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my mind alternating between fucking her with the neck of the wine bottle and fucking her with my cock.

“You know you have my utmost respect?” he asks with more bite. “Of course, but why—” “Because I’m about to fuck you here in this alleyway like I don’t,” he growls. “Any objections?”

“Eyes on me,” he growls with a hint that he might take away that thick cock if I don’t obey.

“Breathe,” he snarls. “I’m. Trying,” I reply through clenched teeth. “But you’re so fucking big. I don’t know if I can take it all from this angle.” “You will, even if it means ruining your pretty little cunt.”

“S-so big,” I say, my voice choked. “You’ll take what I give you like a good little slut,” he says with a hard thrust. “Want to know why?” “Why?” “Because you were made for me,” he growls. “See how perfectly we fit?”