A Sugar Daddy’s Secret

by Kathleen Hill

  “Why were you in the lobby of my condo asking questions? Who sent you?”

  Samantha sighed and then explained why her boss had sent her to the condo.

  “That fucking list,” Colin said through gritted teeth.

  “So are you just going to hold me here?” she asked.

  He stared at her for a few moments. Electric charges, lightning strikes shot throughout his body. Her exposed flesh looked so succulent. He imagined all the things that he could’ve done to her. She had so much spunk and fire. He would've enjoyed taming her.

  She would've loved it as she drizzled down his cock as he screwed into her, drilling in, then drilling out, giving her a pleasure that only a man with his special gifts was capable of bestowing upon her.

  He spent the next few minutes explaining to her why he had to bring her here. And why exactly we needed to get the hell out of there.

  “Why should he trust you? You’re an alien.”

  Colin’s faced turned red. What did she know about him? Who was she to judge him?

  “I guess I could let you go,” Colin said, “but I don’t really want to do that. Not yet anyway.”

  “Why?

  Their eyes locked. A magnetic energy passed back and forth between them. He breathed heavily. She did the same. He put his hands on her shoulders and stared deep into her eyes.

  “I want someone to tell the story of my people,” he explained. “If our names are going to be disclosed forcing us to leave the country, I want Americans to at least have an accurate idea who we are.”

  “Do you really think that the situation is that serious?”

  “I’m sure of it.”

  His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was an encrypted message. They had to get out of the building immediately.

  Five minutes later, they exited through a secret passage. A black SUV awaited them. The back doors opened. He helped her onto the seat, then got in and slammed the door shut. They zoomed off, skidding into traffic.

  They were being hunted. Choppers hovered in the air. Sirens blared. Lights flashed. Within a few moments, they were full speed shot-gunning it down the highway.

  They had escaped, momentarily. They were free. But time was running out.

  “Oh my God. I'm so scared,” she said, curling up in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

  Chapter 6

  Samantha

  She felt honored that Colin had chosen to entrust her with the story of his people. This was a chance for her to do real work. When she told her boss what had transpired since she went to Colin’s condo, he didn’t believe. He told her to come to office the next day at 9 am.

  She informed him that that wouldn’t be possible.

  “Why not?” he barked into the phone.

  After hesitating for a few moments, she quickly hung up. She couldn’t say anymore. Colin had brought her to a secret location where they would be staying for at least the next two weeks. She would interview him and then write up her piece. Then she hoped that she would be able to go back to her normal life.

  Over the course of the next week, they spent a lot of time together. each day she found herself falling for him just a little bit harder. But that was crazy. It would never work.

  She was human. He was an alien. She was a journalist. He had ties to secret societies all around the planet. He would hate having someone like her around. He would never allow it. Or maybe he would use her, manipulate her, turn her into a double agent. Either way, the consequences would be dire. And the ultimate consequence would be death. What was she allowing herself to get dragged into? Was she really this desperate and hungry for love? Was all it took to make her melt just some steamy glances? A little bit of sexual tension? Is that all it took? Just thinking about it was getting her hot and wet.

  Her hands slid into her panties. Maybe this was the excitement that he'd been missing in her life. Maybe now was the time for their bodies to be in communion. She struggled with these thoughts. She struggled with the contradictions of this attraction. There were so many reasons why she shouldn't do it. So many logical, practical reasons. Love might force her to lose control of myself to lose control of the direction of her life. She might begin living for somebody else, abandoning her principles. But how did she know that? She didn't. She loaded herself up with reasons to remain alone and single. But she wasn't happy. There was an emptiness deep within her.

  What the hell was that feeling? Why were these strange emotions bubbling up in her stomach, each time she thought about him. So much confidence and strength in his gaze. Just thinking about it made her panties slightly damp. It also made the tips of her nipples stand erect and sensitive. How good it would've felt to have his hands gripping her breasts, squeezing them, as he stared deep into her eyes, as his hard, full cock pressed into her, pressed between her legs. How good it would've felt to have his full lips kissing her neck, to feel his teeth, gently biting her flesh. Her body flooded with desire. Her head floated.

  A sheen of sweat covered her. His hands slid expertly over her flesh, teasing, touching, tantalizing like no man ever had before.

  She lay in bed, the room dark and silent, except for her breathing. Why did he have to come into her life now? Maybe she needed to focus on telling the story of his people and put her attraction aside. It was unprofessional. It was wrong. It was her duty as a journalist to remain as objective as possible. That would not be possible if she couldn’t fantasizing about him.

  But there she lay in bed, completely wrapped up in her erotic romance adventure, wondering, hoping, pleading with this man to bond with her to link his flesh with hers to pierce her soul with his brazen rod. She would scream his name, scratch and claw.

  There she lay in bed, experiencing a more intense sexual pleasure than she had felt in weeks, months, maybe years.

  Despite his alien nature, he embodied all of the best traits of an alpha male. She never imagined that she would make a good match with one of them. She always figured that the best thing was to have a man that would submit to her will. That was the way to keep a long-term relationship going. That's what he'd always been taught. You have to train men. Keep them on a leash. Keep them focused. Those were the words that she had heard for so long. They only served to add to the jumble of confusing, contradicting, and unhelpful ideas that she had been taught about men and women.

  But with a man like Colin, how in the world would any woman be able to control him? It didn't seem possible. Everything about the way he carried himself bespoke confidence and pride. He was not the kind of man who would ever submit.

  Something about that was so goddamn attractive. His energy was more intense than any man she had ever been around. It was the sort of masculine strength that she believed caused so much destruction and pain in the world. Yet when she gazed into his eyes, she didn’t get the impression that he was capable of doing anything evil in the world. He seemed like a genuine force for good in the universe.

  But still, it could never work.

  He didn't seem like the type to settle down, at least not yet. He most likely had women lining up for him day and night, parading in and out of his apartment, leaving various items of their clothing—pocketbooks, purses, panties, perfume. All of them trying to shamelessly, mark their territory. There was no way that she could compete with that.

  What would he think of the various causes she fought for? He would probably respect her desire to protect and defend the most vulnerable people in the society.

  For the next hour or so, she tossed and turned in the bed, until finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't hold back. Her labia, swelling with desire, called out for her. Her fingers glided down her stomach and danced into her panties. She stroked up and down, breathing heavy, eyes closed, images flashing across her mind. Images of Colin, coming toward her, taking off his shirt, revealing his powerful chest. Images of her reaching for his belt buckle, eyes wide with hunger, fingers working deftly to undo the leather and metal, then pop
ping the button and lowering the zipper, pulling the pants over his full ass and powerful legs and doing the same with the boxer briefs, then gaping, staring, panting, mouth wide open tongue hanging out, at the huge member. It would be a full, blood-gorged, muscular looking cock, circumcised, with a huge mushroom head. Pre-cum would be leaking from the tip. She would extend her tongue and give it several flicks. She would lick up and down the shaft, her hands around the balls, working her tongue up and down, popping ahead in and out of her mouth.

  Chapter 7

  Colin

  No way. There was no way it could be anything more than sexual. Just a few rolls around in the satin. She looks like she can do a lot of things with that mouth.

  Yeah, his thoughts were shooting off in those directions. Damn! It had been so long since he'd give myself a release, closed his eyes, stroked back and forth, stroked up and down, fantasizing about being with…

  But honestly, it had been a long time since there had even been someone worth fantasizing about. That’s what the presence of Samantha had brought back to his life. Once again he could feel desire surging through him.

  Before her, who had there been? What women turned him on, beyond providing him with the occasional and fleeting tingling in the balls?

  What was he even looking for in a woman? And escape into a hold of sexual desire and fulfillments? But as time went on, as he rolled around with more and more of the city’s most desired women, it all began to seem so empty, so pointless. He was a leader of his race. He was here to do more than just treat life has some frivolous adventure, as most human men in his position would've done. No, the marks on his back, signal that he was destined for greater things. He was desperate to rule. He was desperate to help his people find their homeland once again.

  Yet, the sight of a sexy pair of legs, full perky breasts, pink nipples, a hungry feminine mouth, were often enough to distract him, at least momentarily. It was a weakness, a flaw his character that needed to be expunged. But something about women was so tempting and delightful.

  He sensed a strange, uncanny energy about Samantha. There was something both familiar and foreign about her.

  He wasn’t sure that she would be the best type of woman to get involved with. She seemed like she might have been one of those stuck up liberal types who thought that they had a right to tell everyone how to think. Maybe that was the challenge that he needed. It wouldn’t take him long to knock that liberal arrogance out of her.

  There were more than a few things he would like to have shown her. He would grab her by the back of the head, thrown her down on the bed, his hand gripping the back of her neck, forcing her face into the mattress, his hands taking hold of her hips, as he rubbed his cock around her perky ass cheeks. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack. And she would scream as her pale flesh turned red, as her pussy began to drip with insatiable desire. He couldn't wait to push his head in between those alabaster thighs. his cock would grow bigger and stronger and harder and fuller than it ever had before. It would be a machine drilling in and out, pumping her deeper and harder than she'd ever imagined, making her legs quiver, making her pussy drip and drop as he slammed his hips deep into her, one finger playing with her clitoris, making her wild with desire, every now and then grabbing her face, slapping her cheeks, slapping again and again, making her coo and beg and scream and call him daddy.

  As they reached the climax, they would kiss passionately and continue to fuck until we both exploded with desire, their sweaty bodies gradually slowing down, united and intertwined. He would wrap his arms around her and kissed her neck, inhaling the primal smell of their mingled sweat love.

  How much longer would he be able to go on living this lifestyle?

  He loved taking over neighborhoods, loved seeing the shape and complexion of a block change. Real estate was a game—one that he had given his life too. No matter how well he mastered this human matrix, earth would never be home. He would always long for his ancestral homelands. But for now this is where we were, this is where we lived.

  For the first time in his life, he felt like he might be capable of loving. He thought back to that day—more than a week ago when he had literally run into Samantha.

  He could still remember when her eyes fluttered open, stared up into his with a dazed expression. Something about it was so damn captivating, so beautiful and sexy and tender. He wanted to take hold of her, take care of her. He felt that from those first moments. And now it seemed like there might actually be a chance. This would be beyond anything that he'd done before, spending a few hours with a play partner, then sending them on their way, dreading waking up the morning next to a ghoulish mask of a human being.

  No, none of those thoughts went through his mind. He couldn't wait to wake up with her, to snuggle with her in the morning, stiff, tingly, and ready to play. his fingers would drift down to her soft mound of brown hair, then begin tickling those beautiful puckered pink, pussy lips. He would give her more of his love of his force, more of his thrusts and grunts, one hand gripping her ass, as her legs wrapped around his torso, as she screamed for him to fuck her deeper and harder, as she began to quiver and lose control of her body, screaming out to God, the holy high heavens, and the ancestral spirits and god.

  As he gripped that pale flesh, she would turn red with lust as he screwed his cock into her and her legs wrapped around him and he thrust deeper and harder and he held her nipples in his mouth and bit down on them, and it wouldn’t be long before he was filling her with his hot semen, which would leak onto the bed, then we would fall into each other's arms, collapse, sweaty and satisfied.

  He wasn't going to be able to stop thinking about her. The harder he fought to push her image away, the harder he fought to forget how she smelled—so succulent and feminine, the more forceful those images and sensations became, taunting, teasing, and tempting him. He was swollen and sore with desire.

  For weeks he had contained his sexual energy, channeling it into his work, refusing to submit to the reptilian desire to spray his seed recklessly. But despite how much he valued self-discipline, there was only so much that he would be able to take. He wasn't going to be able to contain myself much longer. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, out of rhythm, ahead of time. His energy was all wrong. He was lacking the feminine. He needed that love partner, that warrior Princess, capable of slicing through his bullshit with her spiritual sward. What was he running from? What was he so afraid of? So many things.

  He knew that the wouldn’t be able to remain in this land for much longer. His people would have to find a new place to build a society that reflected their own values. In order for that to happen, his race required that he continue on their strong line of warriors. The responsibility of finding a woman capable of handle his seed, capable of nurturing his offspring to their full potential. Very few human women would have been capable of the task. And he sensed that Samantha might, in fact, be one of those women.

  Now what? Was he really falling for her? Was he ready to put his heart on the line, for another person? And what if she was against him working obsessively, sleeping in the office, only coming home briefly?

  What if she couldn't handle that driven manic side of his personality? Then what? What happens after you've invested so much, made sacrifices, but it's still not enough? What happens when your love, whatever it was, still was not enough? He hated to think about what that would mean for him.

  He had dealt with the pain of failed deals before—sometimes losing to the best. Sometimes losing to opponents that he should have vanquished. Those setbacks bruised his ego. There was no question. But it never took him long to recover and throw myself into the next battle. Facing rejection from a woman, having his heart broken, would be unlike anything that he'd ever experienced.

  Chapter 8

  Samantha

  He laid her down on the bed. Every single fiber in her body tingled with excitement and anticipation. She'd fantasized about this moment so many times, imagined what it would
make her feel. He kissed the insides of her legs, working his way up the calves, past the knee, then to the insides of her thighs, kissing left and right, one then the other, taking his time, a master in front of his canvas. Her pussy called out for his mouth. She couldn't wait to feel him licking, slurping and sucking. He pushed his face into her panties, sniffing playfully, hungrily. She couldn't wait for him to begin licking her. He smiled and grunted. What a nasty, sexy beast.

  Seconds later he reached under her ass and grabbed hold of her panties, pulling them down her legs, taking them all the way off and flicking them arrogantly across the room.

  She should've smacked him for that. Smacked him right in his arrogant, cocky mouth. Instead she reached out and kissed him, shoving her tongue deep down his throat. Everything about this encounter was so fucking primal. He made her feel things that I've forgotten her body was capable of experiencing.

  Each touch, each kiss, each look, sent electric shocks through her body. She never imagined that she could feel so alive, so rooted in the moment.

  He gripped her ass with brute force, marking her flesh, and then inserted his cork screw tongue deep into her cunt. She'd never felt anything so incredible. Apparently, the men of his race were uniquely skilled at time honored art of cunnilingus. They were equipped with corkscrew cocks and tongues, which enabled them to perform mind bending pussy eating acrobatics.

  He screwed his tongue deep inside of her, tickling hundreds of erotic nerve endings. His full lips slobbered against her labia. Then she felt him pushing a finger into her tight fisted asshole, making her drip even more intensely, double fucking her and driving her wild.

  She couldn't wait to taste her own erotic juices. Every ounce, every drip and drop in her dirty mouth. Her body began to shake, overwhelmed by the array of stimulation, the first orgasmic tremors passing through her.

  She sat up on the bad, grabbed his pants and undid his belt buckle. She needed to see his throbbing member filling with blood. She reached into his boxers and pulled it out. It was even more beautiful, more glorious and grander than She would even have imagined.