cw: transactional relationship, babytrapping
Sugar Daddy!Price who takes his role with reluctance.
Does he want a transactional relationship based on his money? No. But does he have time to date someone and realistically keep them on the hook in a real relationship? Also no.
He thinks of himself as a logical, compartmentalized man. He can make hard decisions. He can do what’s best for everyone, not just himself.
So why is his relationship with you so fucking difficult for him?
Maybe it’s because you follow his stringent, quite frankly pain-in-the-ass contract to a T. You’re infuriatingly professional in a relationship that’s so intimate…
John can feel a clock ticking. He feels this constant twitter pated second hand growing closer to piercing his heart as it throbs. These relationships aren’t for keeps. Catch like you? Certain to find a fine young man… one that won’t be alright with you draping yourself over an old man like a mink coat. One that can provide for you and give you real love. The kind Price has shut himself off from by thinking “logically”, pragmatically, in his approach to relationships. Seems like every man with a gun knows how to shoot himself in the foot.
Asking you for something real… that could send you running. Birds who look for this kind of relationship aren’t looking to get tied down, and have a healthy suspicion of men with resources. There’s no more destructive thing in the world, after all. He can attest to that first hand.
Replacing a foil seal isn’t so difficult. Simon could do it in his sleep, but Price is a little out of practice and short on time. Had to order the sugar pills special— make sure the size and shape were right. The job isn’t perfect, but perfectly acceptable-looking to someone who’s never had an attempt made on their life. Or their freedom.
The part that follows is as natural as breathing. Fucking you stupid, balls smacking wetly against you from your tempting fucking cunt leaking all over him. Buries himself deep as he groans, your hips in a bruising grip while the heat of his load pulses against your cervix.
Got himself tested recently and everything. He may not be a spring chicken, but his count and motility is still high. The drinking and smoking have done their damage to him certainly, but in virility he remains blessedly pristine. At least, when he has the right motivation placed in front of him.
The image of you, a bump beneath your dress, lounging in his bed during a lazy morning. No intention of getting up, redressing, of getting back to some other life that has nothing to do with him. A generously sized rock on your finger. That’s motivation enough for him.
