Paid in Pleasure
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, MINORS DNI!, rough sex, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex (dont be dumb), sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, possessive behavior, power imbalance, strong language, praise kink, light degradation, marking, overstimulation.
The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of Jay’s sleek black Maybach as it glided through Seoul’s nighttime streets. You shifted against the buttery leather seat, the shopping bags at your feet rustling softly—Dior, Chanel, Cartier. Another night, another fortune spent on you.
Jay’s hand rested possessively on your thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles over the expensive silk dress he’d bought you an hour ago. “You look good in that color,” he murmured, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. “But I can’t wait to see it on the floor.”
Your breath hitched. This was the arrangement you’d fallen into three months ago: Jay Park, wealthy heir and successful businessman, took care of you completely. Designer clothes, a luxury apartment in the heart of the city, and a black card with no limit. In return, you were his—whenever he wanted, however he wanted.
The car stopped at his private penthouse. Jay didn’t wait for the driver; he opened the door himself and offered his hand like a perfect gentleman. But the moment the elevator doors closed behind you two, the gentleman disappeared.
He pushed you against the mirrored wall, mouth crashing onto yours. The kiss was hungry, demanding. His tongue slid against yours while his hand slipped under your dress, fingers brushing the lace panties he’d chosen earlier.
“Jay…” you gasped as he pressed a thigh between your legs.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he growled against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. “Imagining how wet you’d be by the time I got my hands on you.”
The elevator dinged. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you inside. The penthouse was all floor-to-ceiling windows, soft lighting, and minimalist luxury. He didn’t bother with the bedroom. Instead, he set you down on the wide marble island in the kitchen, the cool stone making you shiver.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
You obeyed, heart racing. Jay stepped back, eyes dark as he drank you in—dress hiked up, hair messy from his hands, lips swollen. He shrugged off his tailored black jacket, unbuttoned the top of his crisp white shirt, revealing the sharp collarbones and smooth chest you loved marking.
He dropped to his knees.
“Fuck, Jay—” Your hands flew to his hair as he pushed your panties aside and dragged his tongue up your slit in one slow, filthy stroke. He groaned at your taste, like he’d been starving for it. Two long fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling perfectly against that spot that made your thighs shake.
“Look at you,” he murmured against your clit, sucking lightly before flicking his tongue faster. “Soaking my fingers already. My pretty little sugar baby gets wet just from shopping, huh?”
You moaned, hips rolling against his face. He ate you out like a man possessed—messy, eager, completely focused on your pleasure. The wet sounds echoed obscenely in the open space. When he added a third finger and sucked hard on your clit, you came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his head.
Jay rose, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. That cocky smirk made your stomach flip.
“Good girl. But I’m not done with you.”
He pulled you off the counter and turned you around, bending you over it. The sound of his belt buckle sent a fresh wave of heat through you. You heard the zipper, then felt the thick head of his cock rubbing between your folds, teasing your entrance.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice rough. One hand gripped your hip, the other fisted your hair gently but firmly.
“You,” you breathed. “Please, Jay. Fuck me.”
He thrust in deep in one smooth stroke, stretching you open. A broken moan left your lips. He was big—thick and long enough to make you feel deliciously full every single time. He started moving, hips snapping against your ass with controlled power.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, watching where he disappeared inside you. “Taking my cock so well. This pussy was made for me.”
The slap of skin on skin filled the penthouse. He reached around to rub your clit, driving you toward another orgasm while pounding into you harder. Your breasts pressed against the cool marble, nipples hard. Every thrust pushed you forward, making you grip the edge of the counter.
“Jay—ah—too deep—”
“You can take it,” he growled, leaning over you so his chest pressed to your back. His lips brushed your ear. “You’ll take everything I give you tonight. Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping.”
You came again, clenching around him so hard he cursed. Jay pulled out suddenly, making you whine at the emptiness. He spun you around, lifted you back onto the island, and pushed back inside in one smooth thrust.
“Want to see your face when I cum,” he said, forehead pressed to yours.
His pace turned punishing for a few minutes before he slowed, eyes gleaming with a new idea. He grabbed your thighs and pushed them up, folding you neatly in half until your knees pressed against your chest. The mating press position left you completely exposed and helpless beneath him.
“Oh my god—” you gasped at the new angle. He sank even deeper, the head of his cock pressing right against your most sensitive spot with every thrust.
Jay groaned, the sound low and primal. “Fuck, look at you. Folded so nicely for me.” He braced his hands on either side of your head, muscles flexing as he drove down into you with long, powerful strokes. The position made everything tighter, deeper, more intense. Every thrust made your breasts bounce and forced broken moans from your throat.
“Jay—too much—ahh!” you cried, nails digging into his shoulders.
“You can take it,” he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days.” His hips snapped harder, the sound of skin slapping wetly against skin growing louder. He leaned down, folding you even more as he captured your lips in a messy kiss.
The pressure built fast. With your legs pinned and his cock hitting that perfect spot relentlessly, your orgasm crashed over you violently. You clenched around him, vision whitening as you came hard.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze my cock,” Jay growled. A few more deep, brutal thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning your name as he came. You felt every thick pulse as he filled you up, hot and endless.
He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you catching your breath. Slowly, he lowered your legs, but kept them wrapped around his waist as he kissed you softly.
“Still with me?” he asked, voice gentler now.
You nodded, dazed and satisfied. Jay eventually pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his release trickled down your thigh. He scooped you up and carried you to the luxurious bathroom. The massive shower turned on with a touch, warm water cascading over both of you as he stripped the rest of his clothes.
Under the spray, he was careful. He washed your body with gentle hands, massaging shampoo into your hair.
“You okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“More than okay,” you whispered.
After drying you off, he carried you to his king-sized bed and pulled you against his chest. The city sparkled beyond the windows. Jay reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small velvet box.
“Open it.”
Inside was a delicate gold necklace with a diamond J pendant.
“For you,” he said, clasping it around your neck. His fingers traced the J resting between your breasts. “So everyone knows who you belong to.”
You touched the necklace, warmth blooming in your chest. “Thank you, Jay.
”He smirked, but his eyes were soft. “Don’t thank me yet. The night’s still young.”
He rolled you beneath him again, lips trailing down your neck. His hand slid between your legs, fingers playing with the mess he’d left earlier. “Still so full of me,” he murmured proudly. “Good. I like knowing you’re walking around with my cum inside you.”
You moaned softly as he pushed two fingers back inside, slow and lazy. When he finally replaced them with his cock again, it was deep and unhurried. He held eye contact the whole time, one hand laced with yours.
“Mine,” he breathed between thrusts. “All fucking mine.”
You came whispering his name, and he followed soon after, spilling into you once more.
Later, wrapped in his silk robe and eating expensive takeout in bed, Jay watched you with that signature half-smile.
“You know this isn’t just about the money, right?” he said, feeding you a piece of wagyu. “I like having you here. Spoiling you. Fucking you. All of it.”
You leaned in and kissed him. “I know.”
He pulled you into his lap, the robe falling open. “Ride me this time,” he commanded softly, hands gripping your ass. “Want to watch my pretty sugar baby take what she needs.”
You sank down onto him slowly, moaning at the stretch. Jay’s head fell back, eyes half-lidded in pleasure as you began to move. His hands guided your hips, occasionally sliding up to play with your breasts or tug gently at the diamond J around your neck.
The pace quickened until you both came again, collapsing together in a satisfied tangle of limbs.
Jay kissed the top of your head. “Stay the night. Stay every night.”
You smiled against his skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”