My Sugar Daddy Artinya Novels & Stories

Emmy protested, her waist wrapped in William’s strong arms. "Answer me—why, like I asked earlier!" William urged, feeling his desire rise. "Most girls who are sugar babies seem like they’re selling themselves—they get material benefits and are spoiled in exchange for satisfying their sugar daddy’s sexual needs. That’s the idea people have about it out there!" Emmy explained honestly. William smiled bitterly. He felt the girl didn’t understand how much he wanted everything from her—her heart and her body—but not to play with and then throw away like a transactional relationship.

I almost jump when Light talked within my mind. "Ah-Okayyy?" "Why are you shock? Not get used being a sugar baby?" he chuckled. Oh my goodness! He just chuckled again! I cleared my throat and prepare to defend myself. "And... you seems to be expert on the field of sugar daddy..." "Only for you, wife... I learned to be a sugar daddy because you're worth to be serve with care and love like a baby..." I almost can't step forward because of the way he speaks. Seems so genuine.

“Just order anything you want. I will pay.” “Even if it's something you can't pay for?” I lifted a brow. “We can use your credit card, then,” he joked, chuckling. “I have a sugar baby here. I don't need to fear.” “I'm not your sugar baby.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “More like your sugar daddy.” “You know I'm older than you, don't you?” He pursed his lips and placed both hands under his jaw, staring straight at me. “You seemed to have forgotten that simple piece of information, darling.”

"This must be a joke. Are you trying to prank me?" "What makes you think that?" "It's just... from what I'm reading here, it sounds like..." I trail off, my brain struggling to process the offer. "A sugar daddy arrangement." He flat-out laughs. "Interesting perspective," he says. "In my opinion, I'm giving you a great offer." "Really?" He nods. "I can see you don't get it, Mindy. You'll have money, security, the whole nine yards. The kind of life most people only dream of.”

I was disgusting. Lusting over underage kids? Fuck. Disgusting. "Put them back." I finally say when she rants some more. That's when she looks at me as if I said something ridiculous. "Why?" She's curious, but a moment later she shakes her head, "No. I'm not a gold digger." "You're a sugar baby." "What?" She is even more surprised, and then she puts her hands on each side of her waist, "Excuse me?" "Sure you're not a gold digger but you used affection to make me buy those things. You're a sugar baby."

They knew where to find me after all. "Tell us, son, how did you meet your impeccable wife here? She's the daughter of a tycoon, are you aware?" Edgar and I had met a couple of times and during all of them, he was a sick loser with no sense of shame even when he was caught openly leering at other men's women. "We are aware of each other's background, Uncle. Sure, it's a handful but that doesn't define the base of our relationship" Diego answered, his voice calm and composure collected, neat, and not guilty even for a semi-second.

The mature man with a million charms managed to get her to sign a deal between sugar daddy and sugar baby. "Twenty million?" Chalondra recalled the contents of her and Dominic's agreement last night. Dominic said he would pay her every time they met. Twenty million was a figure that Dom felt was enough for Chalondra's daily allowance. Remember he was the son of a conglomerate? "Why? Didn't enough?"

“Your sugar daddy is gorgeous.” My blood went cold. I felt a spike of genuine, paralyzing fright. I wasn't a sugar baby. I wasn't a hoe who followed men for money. But looking at us, the expensive man and the messy, lean boy, I realized exactly how it looked to the rest of the world.

Not with urgency—but with intention, with lingering proximity, with the power of knowing that I don’t have to rush to find satisfaction in this moment. The stress doesn’t simply vanish. It dissolves—melted by the fusion of dominance and consent, by the quiet intensity of needing to be wanted without any challenge to my authority. Tonight, I don’t crave softness. I need certainty. And Luca provides that—without question, without any form of resistance, without demanding anything in return. That’s why I allow him to stay. That’s why he’s so dangerously appealing. Because he doesn’t merely relieve my stress. He ignites a desire within me for his presence the next time the weight of the world be

“Do you want to stop?” I stared at him thinking, is this guy for real? Is this how Sugar Daddy usually act towards the Sugar Baby. I had thought that when I signed my virginity away, he would not even care about my pain. I was mentally prepared to have a rough night. I thought nothing could have been worse than the pain of losing my mom, my one and only family. In fact, I actually wanted the pain. Maybe the pain of losing my virginity would numb the pain of losing my mom even if it was only for a day.