His Sugar Baby

“Billy’s uncle, who he worked for, called to check on Thomas. I told him about Thomas dying. Only an hour later Billy called to tell me that because of Thomas’s death, which was my fault for too many reasons to list, he had no further responsibility to me. Apparently, he called the landlord to tell him the same thing.

“The landlord came by the next day, I don’t know, may

be it was the day after. I lost track of time. He told me the rent was long past due and Billy wouldn’t be paying rent anymore. He was willing to take it in kind.

“I was still out of it, still numb, still didn’t care about anything. He raped me. I tried to fight back but he was too big, too strong. He punched me once so hard he gave me a black eye, and my head was still ringing long after he had finished and was gone.

“I told myself it was a bad dream, it hadn’t happened. Then I told myself it was my own fault. If I had done things right Thomas wouldn’t have died. For some crazy reason I believed I deserved it.

“Until he came again the next week. He forced his, you know... into my mouth, and held my mouth open. Somehow, it seemed worse than before, it went on for what felt like forever. It was gross, all of it. I remember thinking I would never let a man do that to me again. I also knew I didn’t deserve what he did to me.”

For a long time neither of us say anything, he runs his large hand up and down my back. “Thank you, for telling me sweetheart. Thank you for wanting to suck my cock after what you were forced to do, and how badly it affected you. I don’t know if I can take things as easy and slow as you need. When it comes to you, I’m not one for self-control.”

His regret is clear. Sweet isn’t a word I would have thought to use for Grant, but he’s being so sweet. And it ticks me off. This time it isn’t being done to me. I’m in charge. I want to do it. Turning in his arms I push him away. He goes in surprise.

Straddling him, I feel him hard under me. “I don’t need you to take things easy and slow. I don’t lay back and think of god and country when your mouth is on me. I don’t expect you to.”

Grasping the base of him, I open my mouth, sucking him inside. He’s thick, so very thick, it’s hard to take him easily. I suck deeply around the few inches I can take, my tongue tasting all of him that I can. Though I’ve never sucked a man’s cock, I’ve been given thorough teaching several times. Tabatha never gave up hoping I would change my mind. I use everything I’ve learned. I want to give him the pleasure he’s given me.

His moans combined with the exotic taste of him excites me so much my free hand edges inside me to assuage the building desire. Then his hand slips through my hair holding me in place, taking over. For a moment I almost choke, until we find our rhythm.

The taste of him, the feel of him is better than my every fantasy of this moment. I had fantasized often of doing this. I’m glad it’s a reality and something I’ll do again and again. I hum low in my throat. Grant curses as he warns me he’s coming.

I swallow all of him, proud of the look of bliss on his face. Sitting back on my knees, I watch him slowly come down from the high of his orgasm. When he does, his eyes meet mine, glowing brightly. “Smile now, but when I have you on your knees sucking my cock at all hours of the day, remember you were the one who started it.”

Sliding off the bed I head for the bathroom. Then look back. “Well, you know how much I prefer to by on my knees being fucked from behind by your cock. On my knees with your cock down my throat is hardly a punishment. I’m already looking forward to it.”

He follows me into the bathroom. I spend the next few hours doing everything I’ve longed to do with Grant’s impressive cock.

***

The next day I’m still very pleasantly sore. I skip yoga and enjoy several hours on the couch in the living room reading. Alice brings in my snack, for me to enjoy. Another nutritionist had been brought in, who I liked much better. She had great suggestions and many of the lunch and dinner menus aren’t different from Grant’s. Some of the snacks are though, with the cheese and fruit plate being one of my favorites, Grant didn’t like it much. I invite her to sit with me while I eat my cheese and fruit.

“I hope you aren’t too angry with me for calling Grant about you going out. If you are, I’m still not sorry for it. I’m much too happy about it. Not only did Grant go after you, he stayed out. He hasn’t spent a day out in years.”

“Yeah, I knew you’d rat me out. I expected he’d get cranky with me and he did. He also understood. I’m glad you called him too. I really thought he’d just cart me back home but when he didn’t we had so much fun. He admitted he doesn’t get out much. He said something when we first met, but I thought he was talking about dinner. Does he really, like, not leave the condo?”

“Eat your almonds dear.” I make a face at the bland raw almonds. I’m not eating them. “All right. I’ll get the smoked ones next time, but only lightly salted. You need a good nut. How about the cashews? Just a moment then. I’ll be right back.”

While she’s gone, I suck on the mango before chewing. I’ve never had mango before, it’s becoming a favorite. My fruit and cheese plates are mango, strawberries, whole grapefruit segments with my cheeses as muenster, chunks of feta, and gruyere because there was nothing as basic as cheddar in Alice’s kitchen.

I was supposed to have an exactly counted out number of almonds and other nuts with my snack. I told Alice it was a half cup or I’d go out and get the honey roasted kind. She presents with me a half cup of cashews as she sits down again. I take them happily. “Thank you. You know I like cashews way more than I like roasted almonds, any day.”

“Yes, I know dear. I’ll do better at switching them up for you. However, the almonds are healthier. Back to Grant, because although I do hate gossip, I do believe it’s important for you to know—yes, he hardly leaves the condo. He goes into the office, but it’s once or twice a month at best.

“He’s been going in and will likely have to go a bit more in the future. He had to hire a new person to run his office and his programmers. He’ll be wanting to make sure she feels comfortable and everything goes smoothly. There are the egos of others who thought they were a better fit for her position he’s dealing with, too. As I understand it, she’s rather new and young. You know how men get when a woman makes good over them.”

“Wow, it’s cool Grant hired someone newer and younger...” Wait, is she prettier than me? I’m pretty sure I didn’t say it out loud, but Alice laughs.

“You have not a thing to be concerned about, Grant adores you. He left the office for you and he stayed out for you. Once, maybe twice, a year Mr. Quinn, Grant’s best friend Marshall, manages to get Grant to a charity event Marshall holds. Marshall also manages to get Grant to his home from time to time, but it isn’t often and rarely more than every few months.

“Aside from his Monday squash game, Grant rarely leaves the condo at all. Which is why I am so happy. You’ll both be getting steak tonight. Even though I know he was probably bad and had something fried and loaded with grease while he was out.”

She sees my blush and laughs. “We had fish and chips. I regret nothing.”

“A treat every now and then won’t hurt him. I’m glad you got him out of the condo and into the sunlight. I had a feeling he felt differently about you from the first day. Give him time, be patient, he might be a genius, but where feelings come in he’s as dumb as any man can be.” With a pat of my knee she’s gone.

I’m glad I’m alone again. It’s been a month, four weeks; four weeks that seemed like a dream, still just four weeks. Alice was reading way too much into the other day. So am I. I’m not even sure what I want from him. We have a whole year to go. I have time to figure it out.