Sugar Baby Lies

by C. S. Janey

  Confused at his reaction, I smiled when he finally looked back at me. And when he lifted a hand to cup my face, I sucked in a breath at the instant rush of desire at his touch. His lips were still curved upward as he leaned in, his mouth barely whispering against mine, his next words a murmur.

  “They were jealous.”

  I shook my head, but his hand slid back and gripped my hair gently, holding my head still.

  “Don’t argue with me,” he commanded, his eyes darkening, my own desire reflected and shining back at me. “They were jealous of you; that you are mine and that you’re going to be my wife. And you are mine.”

  His words sent a thrill through me. Before I thought about it, I brought a hand up to touch his cheek. He flinched, but didn’t correct me and I didn’t remove my hand.

  “She noticed that I didn’t touch you,” I whispered. “I didn’t like her comments. But what’s sad is that she’s right. I’m your fiancee now and you will have to let me touch you. I want to, so badly.”

  He didn’t say anything. His eyes were dark pools of grey, swirling with feelings and memories I had no insight to, but I wished I did more than he could possibly ever know. He’d never explained the rules, but I certainly had never questioned them.

  However, he’d been the one to break the rules first, and now I wanted to see how far I could go. How far he’d let me go.

  “I want to make you happy, Bradley. And I think I’ve earned the right to touch you. Don’t you?”

  He lifted his free hand and covered mine, pulling it away gently. As a rush of disappointment filled me, he surprised the hell out of me by bringing my palm up to his mouth and kissing it, mere inches away from my lips. When I gasped, he dropped my hand and slid his free hand onto the other side of my face, holding my head still as he brushed his mouth against mine.

  My eyes closed of their own accord, tears springing up behind them.

  We had never kissed more than briefly outside of sex. But as his lips firmed against mine, he ran his tongue along my lips and I opened for him with no hesitation. I wanted him, his touch, and his kisses. Usually they were hot and heavy and in the heat of the moment, but this…? This was so much more.

  The gentleness and near reverence of the kiss blew me away. Almost as if he were afraid of hurting me.

  Of me hurting him.

  And even though I knew it should’ve just been a kiss to me, I knew it was more to him.

  It was him letting me in, even if only a tiny bit.

  So I clung to it even as I didn’t touch him again, clasping my hands in my lap as he explored my mouth as if discovering it for the first time. And when he pulled back, his eyes said much more than I’m sure he intended.

  But all he said was, “Give me time, all right?”

  Aware that he referred to the touching, I smiled in response, saying nothing else.

  And as he started to undress me, I wondered if he realized I would soon have all the time in the world to break down the walls he was so intent upon staying inside of.

  Chapter Eight

  First Time We Had Sex

  “Have you always done that?”

  We were in Bradley’s bedroom. Every night, he had a drink before going to bed, without fail. The question burst out of me without thought and even though I knew I shouldn’t have asked right after, I really wanted to know.

  This was my third visit. It would have been four, but the month before, he’d called to tell me not to visit. I hadn’t questioned him, but he also had still paid me, telling me it was a personal issue.

  We also hadn’t slept together yet. But I knew.

  The time had come.

  And I couldn’t wait.

  He turned toward me, downing the drink and setting the glass on the bar, smiling. “Yes.” He didn’t say anything else, unbuttoning his cuffs before reaching to undo his tie.

  “Let me,” I said, hopping up off my perch on the edge of the bed and approaching him. “I like taking it off as much as I love putting it on you.”

  He dropped his hands, eyes hooded as they watched me. I reached up and undid his tie, taking my time. I felt him watching me but didn’t dare look up.

  “Stop doing that,” he murmured.

  “Doing what?” I still didn’t look up as the tie came undone and I slowly pulled it out from around his neck. “I’m just undoing your tie.”

  A hand on my chin, tilting my face up, his eyes met mine as he grinned. “It’s a subconscious thing then.”

  “What is?” My voice lowered, almost a whisper as his eyes filled with humor.

  “You biting your lip,” he replied with a laugh. “You just did it again.”

  I felt it then, my teeth biting into my lip, although not enough to hurt. And now aware of it, I worried the lip between my teeth and his grip on my chin firmed as his eyes darkened.

  “If you don’t want to be under me in less than a minute, you should leave the room now.”

  His words sent a rush of desire through me, the feeling so strong I closed my eyes as my body swayed into his, my arms dropping to my sides. His free arm came up to wrap around my waist, his hand gripping my ass to hold me still.

  No words were necessary in that moment. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

  His mouth descended upon mine. I opened instantly, hungry for my first taste of him and it didn’t disappoint. The taste of the brandy mixed with the light scent of his cologne filling my senses thanks to his closeness had me moaning into his mouth. He released my chin and slid his hand down to mine, tugging the tie out of my hands.

  Our mouths still connected, he led me backward toward the bed until the underside of my legs connected with it. Our mouths parted as I fell onto my back. My eyes flew open only to see him taking off his shirt and tossing it aside.

  “Put your hands above your head,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire and matching the look on his face. One that showed just how much he wanted to devour me. A similar look, I’m sure, to the one on mine as well. “One on top of the other, back to palm.”

  I obeyed immediately and soon found my hands bound at the wrists with the tie, fastened snugly enough I couldn’t escape but not cut off circulation. Then he hovered over me, covering my body with his, one hand planted to the side of my head as the other traveled up one stockinged leg. His grey eyes glittered as they slid underneath my skirt, only to go molten at discovering the garter belt I wore. His hand paused, gaze clashing with mine as the corner of his mouth quirked up.

  “You dressed for the occasion, I see,” Bradley said, the low timbre combined with his hot look sending shivers down my spine. “I’m pleased at your foresight, Lucy.”

  Unable to escape his stare, one that watched me with such desire and amusement, I simply smiled and said, “If you’re happy, I’m happy.” And I meant it. He didn’t have to know that even though we’d discussed his preferences, I still found myself nervous and believing I wouldn’t be able to please him.

  He didn’t look away, his eyes locked with mine as his hand moved up the rest of my thigh before sliding around to the curve of my ass, only to discover that it was bare. His moan at this revelation joined my gasp at the hot caress of his hand on a place nobody had touched me in a very long time. He took my mouth with his own, seeking entrance I easily gave him while his hand explored, sliding and cupping my backside.

  He started to divest me of my clothing, pulling my skirt down. I kicked it off as his hands went to my shirt and giggled when he pulled his mouth away from mine, scowling down at me as he realized his error. “Shit. I forgot to take your shirt off before I tied your hands.”

  I grinned, wiggling my fingers at him while trying to hide my embarrassment at my mostly naked state and resisted the urge to cover myself. “Out of practice, are you?”

  He shook his head, refusing to answer as he straightened. He walked over to his nightstand and opened up the drawer. My eyes widened as he held up a pair of scissors and walked back toward me.

  “Y
ou can’t mean to cut my shirt off,” I said, my voice quivering as I brought my feet up to the bed, attempting to scoot away. “It’s one of my favorites!”

  He grabbed my ankle to stop me, his grin as wicked as the glint in his eyes. “I want you almost completely naked, except for those stockings and garter. I will buy you many new shirts, if you want.”

  “Can’t you just untie my hands and take the shirt off, then retie them?”

  My voice rose as he brought the scissors closer and he paused, chuckling. He brought his face close to mine once more, teasing me, coaxing my mouth open with soft yet demanding kisses. My body relaxed, all thoughts of scissors and clothing flying from my head as his delicious kisses overwhelmed my senses.

  He pulled back. I mewled as the loss of his lips, refusing to open my eyes after his next words.

  “Now where would be the fun in that, sweetheart?”

  Snip!

  I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay relaxed as he removed my shirt his way. I felt him above me, his hands gentle as they grabbed fabric and cut it, the scissors slicing through the material as if it were nothing. I suppose, in that moment — that is, in Bradley’s world — it wasn’t. He would do anything to get what he wanted. And I was putty in his hands, especially when he cut down the center of the shirt. My nipples tightened, even as I held my breath with the shears so close to my chest. His intake of breath at discovering me braless finished the job, setting my whole body on fire.

  “Lift up,” he commanded, voice thick with a desire I knew he couldn’t wait to slake.

  I obeyed, and he pulled the shirt out from under me. It was silent for a few moments, except the sound of the scissors being put back into the drawer and the sound of his belt hitting the floor. I opened my eyes as his large frame settled over mine.

  “Your body is so damned perfect.” His words were soft, accompanying a hand as it cupped my breast and squeezed. “If I didn’t know you had a child, I’d never have guessed. Your skin is flawless.”

  Pleased at his words, I wasn’t even able to react, to thank him for the compliment, before his mouth descended on my nipple. He took it into his mouth, sucking hard and I surged into his mouth, moaning with pleasure. His other hand came up to caress and tease the other. I was lost, my eyes fluttering shut, barely noticing when he moved his mouth to give the same attention to my other breast.

  Releasing it, he trailed his hand down the side of my body, my stomach clenching in anticipation as he slid it around and then down between my legs. I bit my lip just as he lifted his eyes to look up at me, my nipple pert and glistening in the soft light as he teased me with his hand. He moved up to kiss me, our lips meeting in a hungry clash and I moaned as he stuck one finger inside of me.

  “God, you’re so tight,” he said with a small chuckle against my mouth. “I’m not sure I will be able to get a second finger in there, let alone fit inside you.”

  My face heated at his words. While I was delighted at the obvious arousal in his voice, I had hoped to avoid having a discussion about how much sex I hadn’t had. He probably expected someone more experienced, which I definitely wasn’t. I bucked against his hand, aiming to say nothing and hope he just continued with making me feel good.

  It didn’t work.

  “How long has it been, Lucy?” He stopped moving his finger and looked down at me expectedly, grinning. “I’m not the only one out of practice, am I?”

  I decided to play stupid. “Well, you just stopped, so a few seconds. Why?”

  He bent down and nipped my lip, laughing softly before thrusting just once with his finger. I gasped as he repeated his question, his mouth a whisper above mine. “How long, sweetheart?”

  “Uh…well,” I gulped, licking my lips as I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see his face. The words came out in a rush. “I’ve only ever had sex once.”

  I heard his quick intake of breath, but he didn’t remove his hand. And after a few seconds where he didn’t say anything, I cracked open one eye to find him staring down at me, the grin replaced with a small smile and eyes still filled with desire.

  “It’s been twelve years?” he asked in a gentle tone. “Did you not date anyone else?”

  I shook my head. “No. I just focused on working, and taking care of my daughter and later, my mother too. My daughter’s father…he wasn’t a good experience for me and one thing in my life led to another…”

  He nodded as my voice trailed off. Cocking his head to one side, he lifted one brow. “Anything else I should know?”

  I tore my gaze away from his as a blush filled my face once more. “I…um…well,” I cleared my throat before deciding to be brave and looking into his eyes once more, both eyes open this time. “I’ve never had an orgasm.”

  As Bradley’s eyes widened incredulously, I busted out laughing even as my embarrassment grew. Then, he grinned and started moving his finger again. When he curled it up and stroked, little shocks of pleasure shot through me, making my eyes open wide at the sensation. He kept doing it, over and over again, going faster and soon added another finger inside me.

  He paused. I think it was to allow me to adjust. Placing his lips upon mine, he used his free hand to grasp my hair, wrapping it around his hand before clutching the back of my neck. Angling his head slightly to the right, he ran his tongue along my lips and I smiled. I felt him mirror my action prior to speaking once more.

  “How have you never had an orgasm?” His two fingers rubbed the sweet spot again, a sound of enjoyment escaping my throat before I could prevent it, even as I shook my head to indicate I couldn’t answer his question. “You’re very responsive, I love it.”

  “I’m sure you do,” I breathed out as he continued his sweet torment, now using his thumb to touch me on the outside, heightening my awareness and my arousal. “Please…”

  I begged him, for what I didn’t know. Then, with a gasp, I tried to wiggle away even though I couldn’t go anywhere. I was trapped.

  “Stop! Stop!” The words didn’t come out as strong as I thought they should. “I feel like I have to pee!”

  He laughed, the sound low and full of delicious promise as his stroking sped up. “You don’t need to pee. You’re about to orgasm, Lucy. Just relax.”

  My hair caught in his grip, his body almost completely covered mine and kept me snared, unable to escape the feelings he evoked in me. My eyes were squeezed shut almost painfully as I tried not to think too much, when I felt his lips on mine. I gasped as my body tightened and he invaded my mouth with his tongue just as exquisite pleasure tore through me. I sobbed at the power of it, my body shaking as my mind went blank.

  “Gorgeous,” he murmured, pulling away and pecking my lips with his. He removed his hand and I shuddered, my body still highly sensitive. “I think you just drowned my hand.”

  My face heated at his words even as I let out a laugh. My eyes fluttered open to find him simply looking at me, his grey eyes glinting with desire for me. Feeling languid, I lifted one hand now that it was free and placed it on his shoulder. They — his shoulders, that is — were the one area he let me touch him without flinching; the only area I was allowed to touch even if he didn’t touch me first. I’d learned quickly what I could and couldn’t do. He had seemed pleased that I didn’t ask questions or argue about it with him. Then again, that was part of the agreement and I’d willingly agreed.

  He smiled. “Now it’s my turn.”

  Before I could even blink, he was on his back and I was sitting on top of him, his hands on my hips.

  Although he’d just had his hand inside of me, I suddenly felt embarrassed to be naked and used my arms to cover my chest. He had complimented my body but I hadn’t liked it in a long time. After my daughter was born, I lost the weight pretty fast. That is, everywhere else except my breasts, which had gone up quite a bit and didn’t seem to want to shrink back down.

  Chuckling, he took his hands and pulled mine away from my body, placing my hands palms down on his chest.

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nbsp; “Don’t cover yourself,” he said. No, he commanded. The tone of his voice meant there would be no argument from me. I nodded. “I love your body.”

  “Thank you,” I said, blushing. I don’t know why I blushed, but I did. It was silly because he found me attractive. I had no reason to act like a silly girl who couldn’t believe someone liked her, yet here I was doing just that.

  And his smile widened as he cupped my breasts in his hands, tweaking the nipples with his fingers and making me squirm. “Always so polite, thanking me for loving your body when it should be me thanking you for letting me touch it.”

  My mouth dropped open. “Are you kidding? You’re the one with the perfect body. Mine is just…soft and…and—“

  “Wonderful,” he interjected. “Soft and wonderful. Curvy in all the right places. Not to mention beautiful breasts with nipples that just beg to be sucked and licked.” He lifted his hand and grabbed my chin, holding on firmly as my eyes met his. “That is what you meant to say right?”

  “Yes.”

  I licked my lips. We both know that wasn’t what I was going to say, but if that’s what he thought, then I was more than happy to keep my opinion of myself locked in my mind.

  He released my chin and grabbed my hips once more. “I’m ready when you are.”

  I took a deep breath and looked down, finally registering the fact that he must have taken off his pants after snipping my shirt off earlier. He was stark naked beneath me. My eyes flew back up to his. He gripped my hips and ground against me, eliciting a moan from both of us.

  “Take me in your hand,” he directed. “You get to control this because I don’t want to hurt you. We’ll go as slow as you need.”

  I did as he said, positioning him just right and sliding down a little bit as my eyes lifted to meet his once more.

  “Oh…”

  Bradley didn’t move, still as could be as I slowly adjusted to him, his eyes closed. His grip on my hips was almost painful, yet I barely felt it. All my focus was on where we were connected. And at the feeling of being stretched, I became nervous.