Sugar Daddy

This was what he’d been wanting for a long time. A woman who knew to leave afterward.

Watching Elizabeth, he held onto the doorframe, admiring her body, wondering why he wasn’t happy. This was exactly what he wanted.

His cell phone buzzed, reminding him he needed to get back to the office.

“I’ll e-mail you my schedule,” she said.

She was already dressed, her hair back in a band and her bag in place with the strap nestled between her breasts.

“We’ll get all the details fleshed out in time.”

He watched her turn to leave only to stop at the door and look at him. “I noticed there was some money in my account. You paid me in advance even before we had taken tests.”

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“You needed the money. I don’t want to have to worry about you being on the streets. Don’t ask how I know these things. I’m a lawyer. I have my tricks.”

She nodded. “Goodbye.”

Chapter Three

After paying her landlord the rent she had due, along with a month in advance, Lizzie rushed up to her apartment, slamming and locking the door. Pulling her bag off her shoulder, she threw it onto the floor and went to the mirror, removing her clothing and seeing the marks on her hips from where he’d held her.

Her pussy was tender, and her feelings were all over the place.

She quickly took out her cell phone and thought about what she should text.

Lizzie: I’m aching all over and it feels really good. I really enjoyed it.

She didn’t know what else to say, and she wasn’t comfortable going into detail.

Daniel was a nice man. A little rough around the edges to her, but she liked him. She enjoyed listening to him, even if he was blunt and to the point. He didn’t leave any room to misinterpret what he wanted.

Just thinking about his instructions to get on the bed and spread her thighs had a renewed arousal that she wasn’t used to.

She’d done everything he’d asked, and when he’d come, afterward she’d been … stumped.

At prom, she’d been dropped off back home, no need for conversation. According to Daniel, he didn’t want to make small talk.

Sex and then leave.

She could handle that.

He was very domineering. When he asked if she wanted to stop, she hadn’t.

She didn’t talk all that much most of the time, and talking about her feelings was something she’d gotten out of the habit doing a long time ago.

Her psychology professor warned her that being able to talk was as equally important as being able to listen. Patients sometimes wanted to hear your own personal experiences.

She wasn’t abused or anything.

Her parents just … didn’t want her.

They’d taken care of her, but there had been so many times she was told to shut the fuck up that she’d simply stopped talking about herself.

Taking a deep breath, she stood up and ran herself a shower. She needed to cram some study in before sleep. She worked early tomorrow at the coffee shop, and had three classes to attend.

She was undecided between psychology and teaching. The thought of standing in a classroom full of kids unnerved her, but being held responsible for people with problems also worried her.

This was the rest of her life, and she wanted to get it right and not screw people up in the process.

Her professors told her she overthought everything.

With worrying about money, working, and studying, she didn’t really have much time to think about anything else.

Pushing those thoughts and fears aside, she took a quick shower. Then she wrapped a towel around her, securing the ends between her breasts as she flicked open one of her books, and began to read through the notes she’d made in class. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her schedule peeking out and cursed.

Grabbing her cell phone, she pulled up his e-mail address and sent him both her study and work schedule. Dropping her phone to the bed, she didn’t give his response much thought, and when another text came through, she ignored it, concentrating on studying. Minutes passed when her cell phone began to buzz again.

She dropped her pen and turned her cell phone over to see it was Daniel calling.

“Hello,” she said.

“You don’t have to sound so shocked that I’m calling you.”

“Did my attachment not open?” she asked. He’d given her the rules that he wasn’t looking for a relationship, and neither was she.

She didn’t want to really talk about their arrangement. The sex was fantastic, but she was uncomfortable thinking about the money side of things.

If she hadn’t been in such a desperate place, she wouldn’t have even been on the website. She wondered if Daniel would have found another woman to help him with his need for sex without commitment.

“It did.”

She frowned. “Then what’s the problem?”

Daniel burst out laughing, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Nothing is a problem, Elizabeth. I wanted to check up and see how you were.”