Sugar Daddy
You’re spending way too much time with this.
Flicking the pen between his fingers, he saw the exact date that she’d uploaded her picture. No one but himself had clicked on it.
Some men didn’t like a fuller woman, but he loved her ass, tits, and thighs. Just thinking about them wrapped around his waist made him hard as fucking rock. The feel of her pussy as he drove his cock inside her was pure bliss.
You’re not supposed to be obsessing.
Snapping the file closed, he forced himself to put it away.
The whole point of getting Elizabeth had been so he didn’t waste any time thinking about her, or wondering what she was doing. How she was coping.
Pulling out his cell phone, he got her number up and decided to send her a quick text.
Daniel: How are you?
Elizabeth: Good.
She didn’t say anything else, and again he was frowning. He had no idea what to do.
Another beep from his cell phone alerted him to a text.
Elizabeth: You? I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask. Is that part of the rules?
Now he smiled.
Daniel: Don’t worry so much.
Elizabeth: They’re your rules. I’m not going to break them.
Daniel: You ever thought of breaking the rules?
Elizabeth: No. You seemed pretty adamant that you don’t want a woman that lingers.
Even now he felt so fucking stupid talking to her.
He’d been the one to say he didn’t want a relationship, but yet here he was, instigating everything.
Daniel: Did you enjoy today?
Elizabeth: Yes. Did you?
Daniel: Loved it. Are you sore?
Elizabeth: You can’t ask me that.
He hated typing and was done texting. Clicking on her number, he waited for her to answer.
“You know you’re confusing me a lot right now,” she said, answering his call.
“I won’t be such a nag next time. It has been a long time since you were with someone, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.”
“Are you sore?” he asked.
“A little, but it’s nothing a little rest won’t fix. I’m just not used to having sex. Especially not with a guy I’ve just met.”
“Well, you know a great deal about me.”
“Not really.”
“You know I’m a lawyer. I don’t have time for relationships. That I love the taste of your pussy with just one lick, and also the feel of your pussy around me.”
“That you have no filter.”
“Life’s too short not to be blunt. I’ve found that you get the right reaction out of people when you’re like that.”
She laughed. “I didn’t expect this.”
“What?”
“The aftercare call. I thought you just wanted a body.”
“No, I don’t want a body. I guess I want the whole package without it costing me more.”
“You want a girlfriend without commitment?” she asked.
“In a way, yes. I don’t want to meet parents or share stuff like that.”
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of taking you to see my parents. I don’t even know how I’d even introduce you.”
“‘Mom, Dad, this is my sugar daddy. I fuck him, and he takes care of me.’” He preferred that a lot more than paying her money. He also knew that she wasn’t comfortable about that. Especially as she went completely silent on the other end.
“Or you could just say, ‘Hi, this is Daniel. He’s a friend.’”
“You want to be my friend?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t be talking to you if I didn’t.”
“Then hello, friend.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“So you want a woman to be available to you. To give you everything you need but to also be friends with?”
“Yes. Think you can handle it?”
“I think I just might.”
He laughed. He really did like her.
Chapter Four
It had been a couple of days since Lizzie received the call from Daniel. He’d not communicated with her since then, not that she minded. He seemed to make his own rules up as he went along, but she was starting to understand exactly what he wanted.
All Daniel wanted was a woman who’d remain available to him but also talk to him, be his friend.
Their conversation the other day made her aware of why some women found it hard not to take it to the next level. He was a nice man, and he made her laugh. She had no doubt at all that he had moments where he could be a bastard. His bluntness at times took her aback, but for the most part she liked him.
He was sexy, confident, self-assured, and he didn’t make her feel like a slut either. Not once did he rub it in her face that he paid her for sex, or that they’d met through a website that brought them together with the promise of sex and being taken care of.
Dropping her bag onto the library table, Lizzie grabbed three books she needed off the shelves and took a seat.
The study group she attended with ten other people had just called it a night after throwing around their ideas, their thoughts. She enjoyed participating with the group, and it certainly helped her to deal with points in her essays that she really didn’t gel with.