Sugar Baby Novels & Stories

I could do whatever I want and still have great food to eat and a comfortable bed to sleep with. Why did I ever want to quit as Alexander’s sugar baby? “Are you… making me your sugar baby again?” I asked. He arched his brow then he scoffed. “Why? Now that you see what I can give you,” he extended his arms to emphasize all the things he had shown me, “You want to crawl back into my arms?” “What? No–“ “Or do you miss my cock now?” “No!” I cried out quickly, to which he responded in a sneer.

urgh. I swear if any of my sugar daddies has this much ample time for me, two weeks of being stuck in the same place with nothing to do, I'd have to be pushed on the wheelchair by how sore I am. Those daddies fuck me more than twice in a day during the weekend yet this one... urghhh. "You're not a toy," is all he says. Since he doesn't want to play with words, fine, "I'm your sugar baby, Owen." There. Stipulated by our contract. A sugar baby.

Dont call me a selfish person or a bad daughter.My both parents are also stubborn. So ask me where l got my stubborness from. Sometimes l need to be big headed to win them. Especially when my mum is the one that call shots at home.That woman isnt easy to mess with. Sarah you can go now. Mr. Gavin ordered Sarah and she bowed politely to him, nodded at me begore she stepped out. I looked at mr. Gavin quizzically. What is it sugar baby? He asked with a smile.

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

The message stares back at me, the image burning into my eyes—a picture of myself, almost completely naked, clad in nothing but my panties. Below it, the words: We should meet up again, sugar baby. My hands tremble as I clutch the phone, and a cold sweat breaks across my skin. That pet name—sugar baby—slams into me like a freight train. My stomach twists violently. I know who sent this. One of them is back. One of the older men I swore I’d left behind, forgotten, erased. It isn’t just a message; it’s a threat.

"Fine but you owe me." "Okay babes." All the eyes of the man were on them. One man even went up to Sabrina. "Miss how do you feel about being my woman." This was Cody a second generation rich kid. He partied till the sun came out. He had many woman around him begging for attention and he loved being the centre of attention. "No thanks I'm good." "Baby girl I.can take care of you and give you whatever you want in exchange for you." "No thanks but when I need a sugar daddy will call you."

"I don't want anyone thinking I'm your... mmm... sugar baby." He growled in my ear. "You are my sugar baby." His other hand found my breast. Grabbed it. Crushed my nipple through my dress. "Ah! Please... oh God, Corian... please..." My hips moved on their own. Grinding against his hand. Chasing that feeling. That release I needed so bad. "Say yes," he breathed. "And I'll end the misery." "I'm not a... oh fuck... I'm not a sugar baby, Corian. I don't want to... ahh!"

I scoffed, of course it wasn’t going to be that simple. My name is Deane Maeve, an FBI agent and I am here on an undercover mission, to infiltrate the mafia. Zachary Stallion is the running head. On the outside he is known as a billionaire, founder of the Stallion company dealing in oil, metals and so on but that was just a cover up for the illegal business he is involved in while Mason Prince is his second in command and best friend. I have been working on this for a year now, with no lead and no way inside till I heard about the rumors that Zachary was gay and a frequent member of SLEKKYYS. !! A vip bar for strippers both male and female .

I go on dates for money. "What? How?" I ask, utterly startled. I know what a sugar baby is, but I don't know what she's doing, either. "It's this website I found one night. It's called SeekingArrangements.com. You just establish a profile detailing what you are seeking, and you may discover others in your neighborhood who are prepared to pay for you. It's not strange like prostitution or whatever. I don't sleep with any of them." She assured me. Relief floods over me instantaneously. I don't want to contemplate my best friend sleeping with old males for money. I must still look astonished and perplexed because she grabs my laptop and opens the page with a grin