Sugar Daddy

“But your place is very homey. If you wanted you could stay at our apartment. I own the place, and you wouldn’t have to worry about rent at all. I warn you, I’d spend a lot of time there.” He groaned. “I hate being ill. When I’m like this, I don’t have that magical filter that I’ve always been blessed with, and so I just speak, not really thinking about what I say.”

“Lucky for you, I don’t have any reason to tell anyone what I hear, so you’re safe and sound.” She winked at him, and he laughed, groaning.

“I’m sick, Elizabeth. Don’t think I don’t know that I’m not allowed to call you Lizzie either. I noticed a couple of people calling you that.”

She didn’t dispute him. Helping him into bed, she tucked him in and stood back. “I’m going to go and make you some soup.”

“I like soup. It makes me feel so much better.”

Before she could move out of the way, he leaned over the bed and threw up all over her clothes and onto the floor.

Closing her eyes, she tried not to react to the stench of vomit.

“Ew, gross, I’m so sorry. How did you cope with this? It just likes to come out, and I have no control over anything. It sucks. I hate it.”

“I was camped out near my toilet, and I don’t have far to walk. May I borrow some of your clothes?”

“Yes, of course. I’m so sorry. You’re not going to find me attractive in the least.” He curled up in a ball, and slowly Elizabeth walked into his bathroom. She put the water on and stripped down, leaving the items in the bottom of the tub.

Once she was clean, she grabbed a robe, noticing how soft it was against her skin, and entered his bedroom.

Daniel had fallen asleep, so she found a pair of jogger pants and a large shirt, quickly pulling them on.

While he slept, she cleaned up the mess and found a couple of scented candles. She wondered if he’d entertained any women here and if the candles were the remains of that.

A sharp bite of jealousy rushed over her, and she gritted her teeth, reminding herself over and over that she couldn’t fall for him.

This was a sexual agreement, and even though he’d taken care of her, it meant nothing.

Daniel didn’t want love.

He wanted sex and companionship when he was bored.

She found the laundry basket and placed everything inside before entering his kitchen.

Staring at the luxury that he lived in, she began to gather ingredients to cook.

To her a roasted chicken soup was the way to go.

There was a recipe she’d tried where it simmered for a couple of hours, but she didn’t have that time. Finding some chicken thighs, she seasoned them up, drizzling with oil, and placing in the oven to cook while she began the soup base.

Chopping up a variety of vegetables, she found a large pan, some seasonings in the small spice cupboard he had, and soon she had everything organized. Once the chicken was done in the oven, she quickly chopped up the chicken, adding it to the pot.

This was where she left it simmering. Checking on Daniel, she saw he was fast asleep, so she grabbed some of her textbooks and started to get to work, getting through half of an assignment when she heard him moan.

Quickly leaving her work, she rushed toward him.

He was sitting up in bed.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Not so much. What is that smell?”

“Do you not like it?”

“It smells lovely.”

“It’s a roasted chicken noodle soup. I’ve just got to add the noodles. I’ll go and do that now.”

The noodles were a quick-cook kind, so after a few minutes of cooking she was already ladling out a bowl.

Like Daniel had done for her, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to feed him.

“I like this,” he said.

“What?”

“Being taken care of. I like being looked after, and I have to say, Elizabeth, you’re a beautiful sight. I love seeing my clothes on you.”

“It’s nice to see that illness doesn’t stop your compliments,” she said.

“I’ve got a lot more to say where that comes from.” She loved the wicked glint she saw in his eyes. “I love how tight your pussy feels when I’ll filling you. You get so wet, but that doesn’t for a second stop how tight you get. Love how you pulse around me. Half the time I have to wonder if I should make you come with my dick inside you, or before.”

She pressed her thighs together. “You’re not playing very fair at the moment.”

“Are you wet for me now?”

“You need to be resting.”

“I know, but I also like to know when I’ve done what I wanted to do.”

“Yes, I’m wet.”

“That’s good. I like it when my woman is all wet for me.” He kept on eating, and she was aware of his gaze on her at all times.