My own room, it was decorated in a light pink, wall to wall. It wasn't my choice, but I wasn't going to complain. I walked in, tenderly, my belly swelling with child now and I wasn't going to risk the product of my love for anything.
There was a slim, velvet box sitting on the belly of one of my newest gigantic teddies.
Everything had been smoothed over by Ty. Spending money was nothing to him if it meant making me happy, and when my father got the check, he was suddenly a lot more supportive of my relationship when he realized just how generous he could be.
The generosity to him, though, was a one time thing. The generosity to me? Was never ending.
Every day was a new gesture of love, be it things or something else, a constant reminder that he was always thinking of me.
I picked up the velvet box, opened it up. There was a diamond necklace within. I slid it out, found a mirror, and began to slip it on. It fit perfectly, of course. Everything always did, everything was perfectly tailored to me.
The necklace was studded, and it felt incredibly close to my neck, almost like a collar. I watched my grin curl, realizing that perhaps that was his intent, just another way of claiming me as his own.
As I admired my newest gift, he appeared behind me, and I almost jumped in fright.
"I can't believe how sexy that belly you have makes you," he said, as he wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry, but I have to have you now, little girl."
He spun me around and laid a deep, powerful kiss on me. It was enough to make me ache with need for him too. Daddy pushed me to one of the bigger teddies, and tore down my dress with his might. It was
typical for him, a replacement was just another beautiful gift that he could give me.
Kisses raining down my bare body, a massage to my growing stomach. He was going to make love to me right here, a burning passion of his I didn't think would ever be quenched. He was going to make a mess of the teddie that we were on, but he knew steam cleaners that wouldn't ask too many questions.
"I'm going to have to keep you like this as much as possible, my Kitty. You're mine,"
As he ravished my body in every which way, fingers in my panties, kissing on my lips, and made me yearn for what was to come, all I could do was simply smile.
Ty Warren was a man I would gladly call Daddy for as long as he would let me.
Olivia’s Sugar Daddy
Book Themes:
Billionaire, Virgin, First Time, Rough Sex, Breeding/Impregnation
Word Count:
11,965
"I'm broke," the old man cried. "I'm broke, I have nothing. I have less than nothing, I'm in crippling debt, even."
Tears were running down his face, and I expected him to fall down onto his knees in a mess in some overacted melodrama.
Sure, he was my father. Sure, I loved him. I just never saw him like this before, with him turning into some sad sack of tears and misery.
It didn't change the fact that what he said was true. The hints were there, yes, our staff going from a grand army to a skeleton crew, to then not even having that.
Some suit came into our family's mansion. Made a bunch of grand gestures. Ogled my sisters and I. Sure, he was attractive, but I wasn't too focused on him. I hadn't even had my hair done and Dad would have freaked if I started dating the guy who was buying our house.
No, in my mind, I was terrified. I liked my lifestyle, I liked having my occupation listed as socialite. My father's failures suddenly were going to turn that occupation into waitress if I didn't act fast.
As the family meeting ended, I bolted up the stairs to my room, thinking about the dress that I was going to wear that night. Something sleek, something sexy, something that would tease and deflect the fact that I wasn't as hard of a bitch as I seemed.
Sure, my wardrobe was draped with black dresses and high heels. Maybe I wore make up in a way that said I was a bad girl. Truth be told? I think I liked the attention more than anything else.
So many times I went to the Cleopatra, the fanciest bar in town, just to strut my stuff. Horny rich bastards slathering over me, offering to buy me drinks, trying to get close enough to touch instead of just looking, but I never let them.
I was a tease. The most hardcore and devoted of teases. Ever since I turned twenty-one I'd been going there in something sexy, and every night I returned home – alone. On purpose.