Addicted To My Sugar Daddy

by Mack Collins

  “Fire!” Suzie herself exclaimed, slamming hard on her brakes.

  We both instantly jumped out of the car and rushed to my apartment. There was yellow tape blocking off the entrance and several uniformed policemen and firemen were busy carrying out their various duties.

  “I need to get in my apartment, my stuff…” I yelled trying to push my way through the crowd of spectators that had gathered outside.

  “And you are?” One of the firemen, was filling out a report.

  “Miss Liz Slater,” I confirmed. “I live in apartment 4B,”I continued, shifting my attention from him to my apartment that was now engulfed in flames. I could not believe my eyes, so many unanswered questions. How could this have happened? What about all the stuff that I had inside my apparent? Just when things had started to get better for me financially speaking, I was dragged right back to the bottom. I just could not catch a break.

  The streams of tears that made it down the side of my face caught me off guard. Someone pulled me in an embraced me. “Oh Suzie,” I wept turning my attention to my best friend. But to my surprise, it was not Suzie; it was a man, a strong, masculine man that smelled so sweet.

  “Joey?” I looked up wiping my eyes.

  “When I heard about the fire on the news, I had to come immediately.” He said with a look of concern on his broad masculine face.

  Seizing that moment I apologized for what had happened between Mike, him and I. “You must know, I never meant for things to turn out that way. We locked gazes and I could see a synthetic look in his dark eyes. He no longer looked upset, he looked more concerned than the professionals dealing with the situation. Moving from fire officer to fire officer he asked them questions about how and where the fire started.

  They all hesitated, telling him that they had just begun their investigations and had no concrete evidence.

  Suzie soon joined us in our quest to find answers. She held my hands supporting me as I tried to find out what the proper protocol was. She led me back to her car to clear my head for a few minutes.

  “All my stuff is gone Suzie…All of it…EVERYTHING,” my cries got louder as I remembered all the fine pieces of jewelery I had recently acquired from Mr. Alec Strong. With this fire, right now I was back to having nothing.

  “Oh God, and where I’m I going to stay?” I buried my face in my hand as I cried.

  “Come on now, you know you more than welcome to stay with me,” Suzie offered.

  “NO!” I shot back at her suddenly. “You’re about to move in with your man, there’s no way I can afford the monthly payment on your place,” I explained sadly.

  I knew exactly what would happen, I would have to crawl back to my parents’ home on my hands and knees and beg them to take me back in.

  “You can stay with me, I have extra rooms,” I looked up to see Joey kind compassionate face.

  “Oh no, I could never impose on you like that,”

  “Impose; you’d be great company to have around my lonely house.” He added. “And if you want to make some extra money you can help out at the bar in the evenings.”

  “I don’t know Joey, I would need to think about it,’ I said with a solemn voice.

  Suzie stood there, the entire time, poking me to say yes and accept Joey’s offer but I was a bit skeptical about it. What about his wife?

  “Your wife would not mind me being over there?” I asked giving him an intense look.

  “MY WIFE?” He gave a loud chuckle. “And who told you I have a wife,” he said laughing.

  Looking over at Suzie, I could see the clueless look on her face.

  “I’m not married sweetheart, in fact I’m recently divorced so I’m single.” He continued taking my hand in his one more time for the evening.

  “Come on say yes,” he urged.

  Finally looking at Suzie then at him I accepted his generous offer. The sound of working at the bar to make the extra much needed income also sounded like a fabulous idea.

  Pulling me a side, Suzie asked me again whether I was sure I did not want to come stay with her. “Nah, Its gonna feel too weird being there with you and your man,” I assured her.

  I was about to accept Joey’s assistance but I hesitated a little. I was unsure whether staying with Joey might be a good idea.

  For some reason I was anxious to find out what happened to the wife and kids that Suzie had mentioned that Joey had. He had seemed quite shocked when I mentioned it to him and I did not really know what to think of it. Was he just putting on a show or was he genuinely single. If he was putting on a show then he was a damn good actor.

  I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and trust him. A fireman came to call me and we went through some official documents before he allowed me to enter my apartment with another fireman.

  “I doubt you’ll be able to salvage anything from the fire, but you can try,” he said solemnly calling out to one of his other colleagues to accompany me inside.

  As I walked inside of the charred apartment, reality began to really set in, EVERYTHING I HAD WAS GONE. The place was burnt beyond recognition. How could this have happened? I walked through the rumble desperately trying to find at least one piece of memory that I would be able to hold on to. But there was nothing.

  “It’s not safe to be in here, we’ll need to leave now,” the young fire man accompanying me urged.

  “No you don’t understand I don’t have anything much, and now it’s all gone.” I swear any other person probably would have had a mental breakdown at that moment. But I tried hard, and kept it together.

  We carefully walked back out of the completely destroyed place; I went directly to the fireman in charge and demanded some answers. It was then that he told me that fire had started because of some faulty wiring in one of the apartments next door. And like most fires it spread, and all the other apartments’ nearby got affected.

  I shook my head in disbelief and tears filled my eyes once more, “I did not even have insurance or anything to cover the cost of my appliances to say the least.”

  “Don’t worry it’s gonna be okay,” Joey said taking my hand in his and leaving me out to his car. I knew he was not the type of person to let any of his friends go through tough situations without trying to help. In that moment I felt a little love for him. Yes love. Alec did not even have the audacity to answer his phone or reply to my messages. Could I have been so wrong about Alec, what if he was just using me and nothing more?

  “God,” I took a long deep breath, sighing hard, I just did not know what to think or believe anymore.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  It had been a few weeks since I moved in with Joey. Moving in with him had proved to be one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. He was a sexy hunk, seducing me every day. I thought hard to not give in to his temptation. Although we did have somewhat of an intimate relationship before staying together, I did not want to complicate things, or worst end up in some sort of argument that would lead to me having to look for alternate accommodation. His house was very spacious and comfortable and I enjoyed living there and did not want things to change. Since I was not required to pay rent or bills while staying with him, I decided to take up the chores around the house. Although I was not a gourmet chef, I began reading several of the cook books that he had stacked away in one of the kitchen cupboards. He had a passion for food, and that was apparent.

  It was a normal Sunday when I decided to do his laundry as usual; today however, he had not left the clothes that he needed washed out in the basement. He had called me and asked if I could go to his room and sort out the dirty clothes from his clothes hamper. “Thanks sweetheart,” He had said as we ended the call.

  I walked into the room and admired the beautiful décor of this huge master suite. My room had been beautiful as well, but not as spacious and individualized as his. He was not due home as of yet and so I felt totally alone and comfortable in his man cave. I perused the room touching the various portraits and paintings he had ha
nging on the walls. A huge mirror looked down on the bed from the ceiling.

  “Get the clothes and get out Liz,” I scolded myself focusing my attention on finding the dirty clothes hamper. Finally I caught sight of the reason for entering his room; it stood next to his dresser.

  “You’re all alone, it won’t matter,” the voice from inside my head said. Without further hesitation, I pulled the first top drawer open. There were several neatly folded vests and under tops all of which were plain white. He was so organized with his clothes. I pulled the second drawer and in there lay his boxer shorts and all were neatly folded as well. “So… boring,” I muttered to myself. I don’t know what I expected to find but it was definitely not these neatly stacked articles of clothing in all the drawers, well almost all. I still had the very last bottom drawer to open.

  My jaw dropped as my eyes caught a glimpse of the contents of that last draw. There it was, probably a little over the top, much more than what I had expected to find. There were handcuffs, sex magazines, dildos, vibrators, blind folds. I raked my fingers through the drawer, my eyes filled with amazement; a part of me leaped with joy hoping to use some of these sex toys myself.

  “Naughty, naughty boy Joey,” I muttered to myself, picking up the pink vibrators. I shook my head in disbelief startled at some of the stuff that I saw towards the back of the drawer; a mouth gag, anal beads, just to name a few.

  “And you Liz, Naughty naughty girl,” there was a sudden voice at the door.

  I dropped the stuff that I had in my hand and quickly turned around to see Joey at the door. My heart nearly skipped a beat as a flushed embarrassed look came across my face. I had been caught red handed with my hand in the cookie jar, like my grandma would say.

  “Oh My God! I - I am so so sorry Joey. I did not mean to…” I hung my head in shame as I tried as best as possible to think of a good enough reason why I would have his dildo in my hand.

  “So you went through my toys, I guess you want to play now. Don’t you?” His mouth curled up and a wicked little smile formed in the corners of his jaw. He was moving towards me, taking slow deadly steps. He had an intense look in his eyes, as he carefully scrutinized my body from my head to my feet. I could practically feel his gaze piercing through my skin.

  “I didn’t mean to intrude, I was just getting the clothes and…”

  “And… You saw my dildo,” he gave a little chuckle as he closed in on the gap between us.

  He leaned in, capturing my lips with his hungry lips. His kiss was hot and passionate and his tongue seemed to explore the insides of my mouth feverishly. I moaned as his kisses left my lips and roamed down to the nape of my neck, his tongue teasing my tender flesh.

  He pulled back suddenly.

  “So Nancy Drew you want to explore and go through my stuff huh?” he teased.

  I gave a faint smile, still very much embarrassed at the fact that I had been caught going through his personal stuff.

  He then brushed on past where I stood. “Close your eyes,” he commanded in a firm voice. My eyes closed shut without even an ounce of resistance from my end. What was he up to now?

  Then he took hold of my hand, “do you trust me?” He asked in a slow seductive voice.

  Although I trusted him completely, I hesitated a little with my response.

  “I SAID, Do you trust me Lizzy?” He asked with much more authority in his voice this time.

  “Yes of course,” I responded, my eyes still shut.

  “Good. Follow my lead,” he instructed, he walking in front guiding me blindly through his house. Suddenly he scooped me up in his strong masculine arms. His male scent enthralled me as I felt him descending a flight of stairs. He must have been heading to the basement. A door squeaked when he got downstairs, and I was now a little worried. Was he leaving the basement to go outside? What was going on?

  “Where are we now Joey?” I finally asked with a hint of concern on my voice.

  “You’re in my secret chambers,” he teased. His lips came crashing down on mine as he gave me a deep kiss that sent tiny shivers through my entire body.

  He sat me down somewhere and then he spoke to me in a slow seductive manner, explaining his reason for bringing me down there.

  “Now I’m going to tie your hands up and strap you up a little. But it’s all fun and games baby, nothing serious,” he informed.

  I smiled opening my eyes slightly to watch him. He had a little smirk on his face. Our lips met again and we kissed. This time the kiss was soft and gentle as if he was trying to reassure me that he meant no harm.

  “Now I need you to get undressed sweetheart,” he said with a slight smile on his broad face.

  I sat upright, pausing a little.

  “Okay, why not,” I said, opening up to whatever little fetish he had.

  I slowly removed the white t-shirt and blue jeans that I had been wearing. Kicking them to the side of the room. I felt the coolness of the A/C on my bare flesh as I removed my underwear starting with the black lace bra that I had on. Once completely naked, his eyes lit up and I could tell that he was aroused from his intense look of lust and desire.

  “Good,” he said and without hesitation he led me to the small platform where two straps hanged loosely from the ceiling. He placed my hands within the restrictions fastening them tightly. He then tapped my legs lightly forcing me to spread them apart as he placed them in the two shackles attached to the floor. I looked on with curious eyes.

  Once secure within the restrictions, he walked over to a small table to the side of me. I looked and realized that there were some more sex toys lined up on that table.

  “Wow, I guess you really like to play,” I teased with a little chuckle.

  “Too much work and no play makes Joey a dull guy, don’t you think?” He gave me a wicked little grin.

  We both let out a reel of laughter as he went through his toys trying to pick out which one he would use on me first.

  “Got it,” he said picking up a pair of nipple clamps and a tiny red clit stimulator that he place on his index finger.

  As he placed the nipple clamps onto my hardened nipples I let out a loud shriek which was soon masked by the sensations that the clit stimulator was bringing upon me.

  He worked the device over and around my clitoris sending me through a world wind of sensations. I moaned out loud, my body shivering as my juices slowly trickled down the length of my pussy. Bending his head downwards, he moved in closer to my pussy. Another moan escaped my lips as he stroked my moist tender inner flesh with his hot hungry tongue. With the clit stimulator and his wicked tongue licking every inch of my pussy I closed my eyes, bucking my pussy against his mouth.

  Tiny spasms shot through my body and I shook almost viciously trying to break free from my restrictions. The feeling was too intense for me and I desperately longed to feel some penetration.

  Joey pulled back, and walked over to the table once again. This time, he pulled the huge black dildo and walked towards me with it.

  I licked my lips, in anticipation. “Now I’m going to kill this little pussy with Troy,” he said bringing the vibrator down to my now swollen clit. Troy was the name of the dildo and he was not afraid to use it.

  Using the dildo he gave my pussy a few light smacks while talking dirty to me. Satisfied that he had teased me enough he leaned in and placed the dildo at the entrance of the slit of my pussy. Without warning he slammed it upwards, causing me to let out a loud shriek. Again, he pulled out the dildo and gave me another hard thrust with it. Pulling it out rapidly, he stood up and shoved the moist dildo that was drenched with my juices into my mouth.

  “Suck it, taste yourself baby,” he ordered, thrusting the dildo in an out of my mouth.

  He then focused his attention on my nipples, removing the clamps that had been attached to them. I let out a sigh of relief, followed by a soft moan. His tongue was now caressing my tender nipples. He licked them, over and over giving them slow succulent sucks, pleasuring me like n
ever before. His tongue soon left my nipples and he moved downwards all the way down to my dripping wet pussy.

  This time, he used the dildo to penetrate my moist core, while his tongue stimulated my clitoris giving me a series of thrusts while pleasuring me with his tongue. My juices oozed out onto his tongue. The room was filled with my moans and he made several pleasurable sounds that let me know that he was having a great time eating me out.

  He pulled away suddenly, “Enough of that,” he said with a serious look on his face. With that, he helped me out of my restrictions.

  I massaged my wrists realizing that a small red ring had formed around them from the tightness of my restraints. Joey sat me at the edge of the round table and whipped out his long dick. Gripping firmly unto my hips he served with a series of long hard thrusts that sent shivers through my body. Over and over his dick penetrated my insides causing me to moan out even louder.

  I closed my eyes and gave in to his sweet surrender. Finally we both let out a loud moan, as we climaxed together. It took us a minute to calm down from our moment of intense passion.

  As I put on my clothes thoughts of the two other men who were in my life danced in my head, none were as exciting as Joey. He was the epitome of what a sugar daddy was to me. He was sweet at times, he was always willing to help me out and he was much older than I was. Although I liked Mike and Alec Strong, I could not be with them, I was addicted to Joey. My body ached to be with him, and now that we were sharing the same home, it made the temptation to be with him even harder. Joey was my sugar daddy in every since of the word, a sweet, enthralling man that had me wrapped around his finger.

  “That was amazing Lizzy but I have another surprise for you,” he said helping me to my feet and leading me upstairs and out to the front door.

  My eyes popped open and my jaw dropped. There in the drive way was the beautiful silver dodge challenger that I had been longing to get for months now. A huge red bow sat on the top hood.

  A stream of tears made their way down my cheeks, “for me Joey?” I asked in disbelief.