Agony

Dane’s POV

It feels good to finally have what you want.

It's me, Dane Wright. No matter how long it takes, I set my eyes on something and I fucking get it.

There's nothing sweeter than what Amelia has going on in between her legs.

Let her go? Never.

It's really good to know that asshole boyfriend is off her trail.

I mean, no man in their right mind would break up with her no matter what, so of course I had to intervene and facilitate it smoothly.

I threatened the poor boy and waited outside to watch it happen. I loved watching him say he couldn't satisfy her, because no one should, except me.

I checked. She has no more men in her life. Good to know she's at least loyal. It means she'll be loyal to me.

I thought of a contract arrangement but apparently I couldn't cage her and bound her to a contract, so I let it go. She'll just fuck me up when she misbehaves and I won't do shit about it.

After the close of work, I called her right into my office just before she would set out to leave. I've been obsessing for hours, you have no idea.

“You called, Sir?” She said as she stepped in. Today she's wearing a blue T-shirt, well tucked inside black office pants. She also paired it with a nice black handbag.

I would give her best dressed employee of the month but my other employees don't play either. Again, it's a rule to look your best every damn day no matter what.

Now back to what she called me, with that face full of malice. She loves to fight me. It's so damn thrilling. I wonder if she gets off on it.

Sir? Yeah right. Seems we have a lot of stubbornness to fuck out of her.

“Dane. You know that's my name.” I reminded her again. No Uncle, no Sir, no nonsense formalities. While I like Dane, daddy or sugar daddy is most preferable, and trust me, I don't just talk. I work with actions. I want to spoil her, damn the consequences.

I mean, our age gap isn't that crazy. She's twenty three. I'm thirty three. Great if you ask me.

“Right. You called? I'm kind of busy.”

She's not fucking busy for shit. Why does she act like I'm disturbing her all the time? Why so mean?

“Oh yeah? With what? What are your plans?”

I got up from my desk, rounded it and leaned against it with my palms resting on the desk at both sides. I just practically ogled at the pretty girl before me.

“I want to go to sleep at home. I'm exhausted. You overwork me here in case you didn't realize that.”

I stared at her lips. The only thing I could imagine were them wrapped around my fat cock. I can't wait.

I guess, time to fulfill sugar daddy duties first. I give before I take.

“Is there anything you really want in this world right now?”

She tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes in seeming bewilderment. Yeah, it sounded a bit weird now that I heard it in my head.

“That's an odd question.”

“Answer me.”

“It has to do with money.” I certainly liked the sound of that. I'm so rich, all I have is money.

“Tell me.”

“Okay. Well, there's this new prada bag collection. There's one with a set that's peculiar to the buyer based on a combination– I'm talking too much but yeah, that bag. I only said it so you'll buy it for me. If you're not, don't ask me next time.”

I rose up from my desk and started to head out.

“Let's go get it then.”

“What?” She asked with a stunned face as I walked past her.

“Yes?”

“Do you even know how much it cost?”

“Up to a million dollars?”

“Well no–”

“Then zip it, let's go.”

It's not even up to a million dollars. Boring.

I caught the way her jaw dropped and her eyes widened before I looked ahead with a smile. I don't even know the bag, but I assume she'll pick it out once we get to the Prada store.

I know she can afford it, whatever price it might be, but it's probably not a priority of hers at the moment and girls just like when men spend on them, real men like me.

I also like it. I might probably like it even more than they do. I mean, why else am I rich? I've dated a bunch of women around my age, but that's that.

We arrived as subtly as possible because it's what she wanted. Normally I don't give two fucks, except Daniel though. I mean, I'm about to handle his little princess after all.

Her face lit up, red and beautiful as we started looking around for this certain bag. I loved the smell of luxury, so I wasn't having the worst time on earth at the same anyway.

She spotted it at a section, and it was just one left, so damn the combinations. At least she seemed to like it.

“Do you like it?” I still asked. Who really knows with these women?

“Yeah. Looks even better in person.” She said with a straight, unbothered face. Ungrateful little shit. Well, she's a spoiled girl so it makes sense.

Then I saw the price tag.

Three hundred thousand dollars, plus and minus. Hmm. I love the fact that she knew I could at least afford it. Should probably get her another expensive bag while I'm at it, or maybe I should slow down and not freak her out before she'll think I want more than just her body.

I absolutely don't. She has the face and attitude I need to drown all my lust in.

That's all. She's hot, done.

I got around to paying, and apparently, she thought I was joking this whole time. She couldn't even contain her excitement as she jumped around when I paid and they started packing it.

It was the first time I've seen real excitement on her face. Love that for me. I guess I earned it.

She leaned closer to me with a smile on her face.

“Will I be your only sugar baby? I mean, that's what I think this is.”

Jealous already? I grinned as I looked down at her face. She's such a smart, outspoken girl.

“It depends.” I decided to tease her. Ask me if I care about another woman right now.

“It depends? Fine, good thing I have other sugar daddies.” Yeah, she's definitely jealous of what doesn't even exist. Now I know she's a huge fan of gifts.

My grin widened because again, I've checked, so I told her straight up.

“You have no one else but me and that's how it's going to be. Try me and see.”

She blinked, stopping to stare at me for like a second more, and clearly surprised before we were handed the bag. I took it obviously, can't have her pretty hands stressed out right now. They will be of use to me in the near future.

“Oh, and this bag isn't for free by the way. You will pay for it later.” I whispered to her hearing alone as we started leaving.

“I knew it! Why can't I get something free from a man that's not my dad, ever? How infuriating.” She frowned so hard, it was actually funny.

I just smiled.

“Fine. Do you like shoes?”

“Of course I like shoes.” She rolled her eyes at me like I had asked the most stupid question ever.

“Good. Go pick a pair you'd like. You won't have to pay me back for it, so don't worry.”

I'm such a great liar.

“Really?” She smiled at me again, her voice a pitch higher. I need to start getting used to her beautiful, enchanting smiles.

“Apparently there are awesome benefits of letting you eat my pussy. When next is that happening by the way? I loved it a little too much.”

Damn, this girl. I helplessly stared at her with a watery mouth.

My cock stirred. I was suddenly overcome with the need to pin her right here, against the walls in this very public store, and do very immoral, generally unacceptable things to her.

Good lord save me, I'm in agony.