“Oh I knew you were dirty,” the billionaire rumbles approvingly, eyes hot. “I knew that despite your modest exterior, this good girl get-up,” he says, gesturing to my dress, “that you were a slutty one. Because what lady doesn’t wear panties on a first date? You’re a dirty one, sweetheart, admit it.”
And how can I deny the truth? After all, here I am, doing things I’ve never even imagined. Letting a man touch me in public. Letting him stroke my folds while the waiter served us. Letting him suck my cream, and then feeding it to me as well. What the hell is going on?
But it’s true. I’m the new Carrie who loves acting out these dirty fantasies with a man I just met. After all, this is what it’s all about right? Sugar Babiez is a way for couples to do things they’d never dream of in real life. The website releases people from their real inhibitions, throwing caution to the wind. And the new me moans sensually.
“Mr. Channing,” is all I can manage on a throaty whimper, sucking the last of the cream from his fingers. “Yes, Mr. Channing.”
The billionaire’s eyes gleam brightly once more.
“Call me Mason,” he says. “I think we know each other well enough for that, don’t you?”
And I flush heavily again. I just let this man stroke my snatch, without knowing his name? But again, this is a day of firsts.
And the billionaire turns away then, smiling before turning to the wedge salad.
“Some greens, sweetheart? You need to eat healthy to make sure that juice stays sweet.”
My face flushes. Because does he mean …?
The billionaire nods.
“That’s right, honey. The things you eat impact your nectar down below, and I plan on drinking that goodness all the time. So you’re gonna eat the best food, sweetheart, to make sure the ambrosia stays the way I like it. I’m gonna make sure you get organic everything, fresh everything, the best of the best.”
And I gape at him.
“But how?” comes my stammer. “How?”
Mr. Channing grins again.
“There are meal delivery services, honey. Meal kits that are one hundred percent organic, made by the best chefs in the world. I’ll have those sent to your apartment, plus a couple bags of groceries every week. It’s just money baby.”
My face flames. Oh my god, this guy is buying my family groceries now? This is like a dream come true.
But Mr. Channing has his own reasons.
“Remember, it’s for your nectar,” he rumbles, throwing me another hot look. “This is all about keeping that honey sweet, making sure you’re fresh and tasty down below. So if I need to spend a little on groceries, it’s no problem,” he smiles again. “Just tell me what else you need.”
I’m dumbstruck, completely awed. Because we could use a few bags of groceries. My family’s so hard-up right now that we’re eating plain white bread with government cheese.
“Thank you,” I stammer, bowing my head. “Thank you so much.”
And Mr. Channing just smiles once more, biting into his own salad.
“So as I was saying, why were you on Sugar Babiez again? What brings you to the site?”
And I start over, taking a deep breath.
“Well, the financial part of my life is a mess,” I admit in a small voice. “So Sugar Babiez is a way for me to straighten that out.”
“What part of your finances?” is his low rumble, eyebrow raised. “How much do you need? I’m good with money, sweetheart, I can help you.”
No, he can’t. Because Rhonda and Jim are the root of my problems, and there’s no way Mason can turn them into decent, upstanding citizens. So I just shake my head, trying to seem chipper.
“The five thousand a month is perfect,” are my soft words. “It’s more than enough thank you. But I wanted to know ….”
My voice trails off.
Mr. Channing takes another bite, waiting while watching.
“I wanted to know,” I say, taking a deep breath and meeting his eyes, a rush going down my spine. “Exactly how this works? I mean, five thousand is a lot of money,” come my words in a rush. “And I imagine you want something in return.”
The billionaire throws his dark head back, laughing, showing off perfect white teeth.
“You’re right I want something,” he rumbles, eyes hot now as he takes in my form. “You’re right, I do. Can you guess what it is?”
All of a sudden, I feel dumb. Because he definitely wants to touch and stroke. He definitely wants to sample what I have, that much is clear. But how much? When? How is this going to work?
And nodding, our eyes lock as he speaks.
“I want you to be mine, sweetheart. My expectations for the girls from this site are quite simple. You’re available to me any time of the day, any time of the night. I call, and you come.”