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You feel like you’re about to pass out on the sidewalk.
It’s been five days of night shifts, almost three all nighters in a row and you’ve still got two essay papers to submit by tomorrow. Why did you do this to yourself, you ask. Turns out living in the city was much, much tougher than you thought. You wish you listened to your grandmother when she said the city life was more than just hot boys and parties. You wish you listened when Caleb said it’s going to be more than just studying.
At this point, you just wish someone would take it all away.
Your bank account has been in the reds for a while and you didn’t want to turn to grandma or Caleb for help. Especially when you’re the one who didn’t listen about how tough city life was going to be. Rent was much, much higher than you thought it would be, daily necessities were so much more expensive than it would be and even living on cup noodles has been taking a toll on your health.
Winter is coming and all you can think about is the electricity bills increasing from just using the heater. Buying more jackets to save on electricity bills doesn’t seem doable at the moment, considering rent was due by the end of the week.
Sniffling tears back, you drag your feet back to your apartment.
A ping comes from your pocket when you enter your safe abode. Two messages; one from Tara and the other, a reminder to pay for your phone bills. You ignore the latter and open the message from your best friend.
”Don’t say I didn’t try to help you out!” was sent with a link attached to it. If it wasn’t for Tara, you’d think it was a scam but earlier today, you finally vented your problems to your best friend who had kindly listened to you through tears and trembling shoulders. She gave you a comforting hug and held your hands, without judging you and you were grateful for her presence and understanding.
She had recommended a website; one that would normally be turned down but you were desperate and honestly? It didn’t seem that bad of a prospect in desperate times.
Tara introduced a website to you; she had personally vouched for it and had spilled the beans on how she got through with her current lifestyle because she found a sugar daddy through the website. Normally, you would have been appalled but seeing how healthy Tara was, without a care about her finances and spending all her time taking care of her looks and studies made you feel envious. You wish to be free of financial burdens, so you allowed her to talk you into it.
She had explained that it doesn’t have to be all about sexual favors. Some people were looking for companionship, some were looking for sex, some were just looking for a talking partner. It seemed too good to be true, you were sure sex would always be involved (Tara didn’t deny this).
Even then, you clicked on the link.
You filled in your details and filled in the companion code that Tara gave you; a personal code that would speed you through the application form without waiting months for verification.
”Any man would lose it once they see your pretty face! Trust me!”
You somehow highly doubt that, but you’re tired and wouldn’t mind any help to get you through this tiring life. You quickly finished up your profile and then came the toughest part.
Setting up your photos.
You go through your gallery, most of them were selfies, candid photos of food and nothing quite sexy to bait rich men into financing you. But you were tired, it’s past midnight and you just want to sleep. So instead of choosing a photo from your gallery, you stripped down to your pajamas and quickly took a selfie of yourself in bed.
You captioned it, ‘I’m tired.’
It’s not like anyone would be interested anyway. You uploaded it and turned your phone over, setting it in do not disturb mode. You’ve got papers to write and trying to land a rich man in your pocket was not the key to getting a good grade. You make yourself a cup of coffee, like you do almost every night now, just to get you through the allnighters. The rich aroma of the coffee lifts your mood a little and you seat yourself at your work desk to start typing away.
You don’t even notice when your phone buzzes a few times, too concentrated in your research about the protocore syndrome and it’s only when the sun rises that you barely finish your paper. Looking at the time, you notice you have some time to do a quick check before submitting it in. You haven’t slept in 3 days, you think it’s finally time for you to be allowed some long awaited rest.
You had no shifts for the next two days, your assignments have been submitted and you’re finally allowed a moment of respite. Without hesitation, you throw your tired body into the embrace of your gentle, cold and welcoming bed. Your head sinks into the fluffy pillow that holds your dreams and you welcome a dreamless sleep.
The sun is no longer up when you wake. It’s a common occurrence at this point, you wonder when was the last time you’ve actually seen the sun up in the sky. Your recent routine has been to attend your classes, work your shifts and pull an all nighter to complete your assignments.
It feels like shit.
You grab your phone by the bedside table and allow yourself a moment to readjust your eyes to your screen.
And then you stared at the screen. The clock on the wall echoes throughout the room and you rub your eyes again to see if you’re dreaming.
(50) message notifications from SeekingArrangement.
Fifty. Notifications. You sit up on your bed and tap on the application. You took a half-assed photo of your half-assed no makeup face before bed and somehow fifty rich men want to speak to you? What is going on? Swiping the application open, you’re faced with disappointment. Over half (mostly to your expectations) are asking for sexual favors, some even clearly had a price tag to each time. You quietly murmured that you’re not a prostitute under your breath but…. is it really that big of a difference at this point?
You were ready to sell your body to make your life easier, but you didn’t like this. You didn’t like the fact that strangers were putting a price to your body. Only you should be the one to determine your worth, not strangers on the internet. You didn’t like how this made you feel.
You started deleting the messages one by one in disappointment.
But the last one, however, catches your interest.
You bring the phone closer to your face.
blackcrow: Whats gotten this kitten so tired?
You blink. That’s the only message out of fifty that asked about your wellbeing. So you quickly type a reply,
misshunter: School. Work. Life.
To your surprise, you see the bubble pop up on the bottom of the screen. Three dots bouncing up and down, indicating that he was online and typing. You sit up even straighter, propping your pillow against your back and stare at the screen in anticipation.
blackcrow: Ah. Woes of a young school girl. What brought you to this website?
misshunter: I can only think of one reason why any woman would be on this website.
blackcrow: Feisty, arent you? Some are here for companionship, some, networking. Some might even say, they’re here for some fun. Which are you?
misshunter: Money.
blackcrow: Tell me more.
misshunter: I’m tired of worrying about rent when I’ve got grades to care about, on top of several night shifts to make ends meet. I barely even have time to sleep.
There is a minute pause. You wonder if you scared blackcrow away. But the jumping speech bubble pops up again and you find yourself heaving a sigh of relief.
blackcrow:? So what are you really looking for here, kitten? Surely you know the name of this application.
misshunter:? What are you looking for? Surely you didn’t send a message to me just to ask about my life.
blackcrow:? I like what I see and Im willing to pay for it.
You bite your lips, thinking about the next reply. A part of you wonders if you’re really going to go through with this while the rational part of you is telling you that you shouldn’t.
But you’ve always been someone who likes the thrill of something new.
misshunter: You haven’t answered the question.
blackcrow: Lets just say Im interested in you. You grant me some of your time and you get to live an easier life. Win-win situation, don’t you think?
misshunter: You still haven’t answered the question. Are you just looking for a quick fuck?
blackcrow: Judgemental arent we, kitten? I wont deny that seeing your photo made me fantasize about fucking your face but thats not how this works, kitten. We talk about boundaries before anything else. Im interested in you and youre interested in my money.
You squeeze your thighs together unconsciously. It’s been a while since you’ve entertained any sexual thoughts about your body, let alone someone else’s. The thought of being sexually gratified feels like a dream come true, but it’s been a long time since you’ve had time for yourself. So blackcrow talking about using your body like that makes your stomach churn excitedly.
It doesn’t feel bad talking to blackcrow. He’s not here for a quick fuck, you convince yourself.
misshunter: How does this work?
blackcrow just sent 50,000 gold!
misshunter: ?!
blackcrow: Lets start with that, kitten. A small allowance and allow yourself a good week. Lets talk after you feel a little more refreshed, shall we?
misshunter: You literally just gave a stranger on the internet 50,000 gold and called it an allowance.
blackcrow: Consider it an investment, kitten. I have ulterior motives, after all.
misshunter: Is this where I say thank you?
blackcrow: This is where you choose whatever you want to do, kitten. I’ll speak to you in a week. If you feel like this wont work out for you, I will respect that.
misshunter: Thank you.
blackcrow stops replying. The jumping speech bubble no longer pops up and you fall to your sides. Your eyeballs are glued to the money that suddenly fell into your lap. That alone would pay for at least 10 months of rent. You suddenly feel like you no longer need to work shifts and you could even eat a good meal.
You could even order the sashimi plate that you’ve been eyeing for a while.
Sitting up in excitement, you start planning your finances for the rest of the week.
Five days later, you realize that ‘planning your finances’ was basically pointless. There was absolutely no reason why you had to plan anything if you had so much money in the bank and even more so if you’ve decided to make an arrangement with blackcrow.
You discuss the conversation with Tara, who wholeheartedly supported your endeavors.
“You can always drop him if you don’t like him! Everyone on this application should know that that’s just basic courtesy if the other party wants to end things!” she excitedly says.
So instead of the seventh day, you decide to text blackcrow on the fifth.
misshunter: Let’s talk about our arrangement.
blackcrow doesn’t reply right away, but it doesn’t bother you. You’ve got another paper to work on, so you distract yourself with it. The gears in your head are turning, planning and self-doubt working hand-in-hand but the phone buzz on the table immediately snaps you out of it. There’s no time for self-doubt, is what the vibration feels like it’s telling you.
You turn the phone over and read the message.
blackcrow: Two days early. I expected no less, kitten. Lets meet in person.
You bite your lips, a little unsure. What if he turns out to be a gross, greasy old man? What if he’s creep and he’s really just here for a quick fuck? Tara’s words ring in your head, as if to encourage you because you’ve tasted the freedom money could buy you.
Summoning your courage, you type a reply.
misshunter: Where?
blackcrow: Text me your address. Ill have someone pick you up.
misshunter: Now?! I’m still on campus!
blackcrow: Address, kitten.
misshunter: At least tell me where we’re meeting.
blackcrow has sent a location.
You tap on the link, only to be surprised (but also not really) to see that it’s one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. The waiting list spans for over 3 months and you’ve only ever read articles on it.
misshunter: Wow.
misshunter has sent a location.
blackcrow: Be out in ten.
You quickly pack your things, knowing that the walk from the school library to the front gates would take more than five minutes. Your heart is thumping hard, you can even hear it in your ears. You wonder if it’s thumping in anticipation or nervousness, but at this point, it didn’t even matter anymore. You’re taking the leap of faith.
You’ve had no reason to worry about your next meal in the past five days, you’ve had a good night’s sleep almost everyday after turning down the night shifts and you’ve had a pretty damn sweet taste of what money can do.
The only problem is that you’re worried if you’ll regret this after seeing blackcrow in person. What if this was just a short-lived dream?
There was absolutely no way you were going to let go of this chance.
You lay your eyes on the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life. Silver hair that shines like diamonds under the moonlight, red eyes so deep that you feel like rubies don’t even compare and dear gods, the way he looks at you. You catch yourself swallowing a gulp down your dry throat.
“Well?”
Fuck, even his voice turns you on.
“Should I be asking for a lawyer to look at these?” You say, trying to sound like you aren’t affected by him. A last-ditch effort to look less pathetic.
The sculpture across from you throws a low chuckle and you feel the deep bass of his voice rumble through your skin, “Kitten. If you’d like a lawyer to walk you through a sexual contract, then be my guest. I won’t stop you.”
You blush as you look at the papers before you. On the top corner written in a beautiful cursive; Sylus. Even his name sounded expensive.
“I’ll be more than happy to finance whatever you need. Money is of no concern,” Sylus starts, “But I need to know your hard limits.”
You pretend to briefly run your eyes through the front page, “What if I said I didn’t want sex?”
Sylus barks a laugh, “Oh kitten. You’ve wanted me since you walked in this room. I can smell it on you. Turning down a good round of sex on top of getting an allowance seems like it aligns with your needs, no?”
You gulp again.
“Why me?” You whisper, “Someone of your caliber could get anyone; you don’t even need the app.”
“I want you.”
You look up at him, into his eyes. He looks back at you with confidence, a smirk playing on his lips and you let him observe you a little longer; unflinching even when his eyes roam your body.
“You just have no idea how ravishing you look,” Sylus says, in an almost-whisper, “I would’ve been disappointed if you were taken by another,”
You remain silent, flipping through the long list of kinks. Some of them are words that you’ve never even heard of. By the third page you’re feeling a little more intimidated and also a little overwhelmed. A sexual consent form being outlined so clearly was a first for you, it also leaves you embarrassed and vulnerable.
The idea of exposing your inner, deepest desires to a stranger makes you hesitate.
“I’d like some time to look through this.. Privately.”
Sylus only smiles and takes another sip of his whisky, “Of course, kitten. I’ll give you an incentive.”
You blink twice, confused.
Sylus whips out his phone and does a quick tap with his fingers. It takes only a second for your phone to buzz in your pockets and he tilts his head towards the device, motioning for you to pick it up.
With a quick movement, you fish out your phone from your pocket and the notification on the screen makes your heart beat even faster.
Account ending xx10 has received a transfer of 50,000 gold.
You snap your head up in surprise, to see Sylus still drinking his whiskey, as if he didn’t just drop that much money nonchalantly. “I’d offer to eat you out as dessert, but it seems like my kitten still needs some time to come into terms with this,” Sylus chuckles, eyes still roaming your body and eventually settling back on your face.
You feel yourself flushing red, ears probably tinted pink from the sudden dirty talk. Squeezing your thighs together again, you stare hard at the contract in front of you.
“I do have a couple of requirements,” Sylus continues, putting down his cup with grace, “Quit your job. And sleep at least seven hours a day.”
You bite your lips. What an easy request, you think. You put the papers back in the envelope, “Anything else?”
Sylus leans forward, propping his chin on his hand and stares at you quietly, “I don’t share.”
“What?”
“If we’re to enter this… relationship, I want it to be exclusive. You see, I’m very interested in what’s underneath your clothes, and even more when you’re in bed. I’m not a fan of sharing, especially if I’m going to mold you just the way I like it.”
“If I had anyone else, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
Sylus breaks into a smile, you decide that you really like it when he smiles.
“That’s a good girl. Now finish your food and I’ll send you home. You can read up on the contract and text me when you’re done.”
You nod quietly and pick up your spoon. Your mind quickly floats towards a comment he made earlier. The thought of it sends tingles down your spine in anticipation. You think about how he’d lean down between your thighs, head so close to your pussy and how he’d use that tongue to bully your clit into orgasm. Just the thought of it has you riled up.
A chuckle rumbles from Sylus and you snap your head up in alert.
“It’s so easy to read you, kitten,” Sylus says, popping an olive between his sinful lips. Your gaze lowers to his lips, mind floating yet again into a daydream where he’d kiss your pussy with love and his eyes would observe every twitch your body responds with. You don’t reply but you take a sip of the alcohol served to you quietly.
“If I ask,” you say quietly, feeling bold with the help of alcohol, “Would you give it to me?”
“Anything for you, kitten.”
You hesitate, but only for a second. Because you know this man would give you anything you ask for. Summoning your courage, you stand up from your seat and walk around the table, towards him and lean against his side of the table. He looks up at you, the smirk still hanging on the corner of his lips and he places his large palm on your hips.
His touch feels like it’s burning you. It’s scorching hot, and you feel the heat from his palm resonating through your body. The sudden touch of a man sends shivers to counter the heat from his palm, and you know Sylus feels the way your body leans into his touch.
He rubs his thumb into your hips, his eyes still watching your every movement and he gives your hips a gentle squeeze.
“You’re gorgeous,” Sylus starts, his voice barely above a whisper and he leans into you, his face so close to your chest and he takes a deep, deep breath, “And you smell so good. I could eat you up right now.”
“Then do it.”
Sylus tilts his head at you, ruby eyes staring deep into yours and it only takes a second before you’re suddenly pushed over the table, your back hitting the table with him positioning himself on top of you. You can smell his cologne; it smells a little like sandalwood with a surprising touch of a floral scent. His face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your skin lights your senses on fire. Everything he does makes you feel like you could light up a whole galaxy.
He looks as if he’s about to gobble you up, his hands never leaving your hips and he leans in for the first kiss.
It’s your first kiss, but it certainly isn’t his.
It’s nothing gentle like the TV shows or the chick flick movies. It’s overwhelming, hot and it burns through you. He sears his mark with his lips, devouring you whole like a meal he’s been waiting for his entire life and you hear yourself moaning into the kiss when he slips his tongue in. You reach out and grip onto the collar of his suit, pulling him in closer like you’re asking (begging) for more and he gives in.
He’s always been giving in, even when it’s topped off with a couple of chuckles that rumble through both of your lips. Opening your mouth, you suck on his tongue eagerly as he explores you with his mouth. The heat between your thighs intensifies with every groan you manage to rip out of him.
Sylus’s hold on your hips tighten every time you thrust them upwards, desperate for some release but he holds them down tight and you almost whine out of frustration.
You curse the fact that you’re a human being that needs air because you unwillingly break the kiss with a gasp. The thin strip of saliva connecting your tongues makes you blush up to your ears and Sylus reaches out to swipe your lip with a gentle brush of his thumb. It’s callused, but you wonder how it’d feel if you could suck on it a little more.
“A thirsty kitten,” He chuckles. Oh, you want to wipe that smirk off his face so bad but you have other concerns.. like the wetness in your panties and how badly you want this man to touch you. You crave his touch so desperately that it makes you look stupid. He’s someone you’ve only met today but you want him so carnally. You want him to lick you like a freaking popsicle, lick you up when you melt from the heat and finish you whole.
Sylus leans in to give you a quick kiss on the corner of your lips and you find yourself chasing his lips but he shushes you with his index finger.
“Patience,” He whispers, “I’ll show you a good meal.”
And he bends down to nestle himself between your legs. The sight of a handsome man in a suit positioning himself between your bare thighs, face so close to your pussy and you almost let out a moan when he hooks a finger around your panties. Sylus rubs circles against the fabric, feeling the lace under his thumb and smiles back up at you, completely unfazed by the fact that he can most definitely see the wet patch of your panties.
“I’ll get you better ones,” Sylus says, leaning in to kiss skin, “One that matches my taste a little more. What do you think?”
You finally let out the moan you’ve been holding in, “Anything for you, daddy. So stop teasing me already!”
You think you definitely would never be sick of the way Sylus loves smirking at you.
“Call me that again and I’ll buy you the world.”
Frustrated, you reach out and push his face closer to your pussy. His nose now nuzzled into your crotch and you almost hiss out, “Then stop making me wait, daddy.”
Sylus doesn’t make you wait this time. You feel him take a whiff of your pussy, a groan rumbling through his throat and he finally peels your panties off your hips. The slick connecting your pussy to your panties should make you feel embarrased, but instead you reach out and curl your fingers in his hair, urging him.
He doesn’t tease or laugh at you, instead his eyes are trained on how wet you are. He leans in and makes an experimental lick. The sensation making you throw your head back, your dry lips parting to release a moan from your throat and you feel your entire body shiver in delight.
“Fuck,” Sylus cusses, “You’re sensitive.”
You lean back forward to ask something but all thoughts are immediately out of your head when Sylus immediately dives right in. His face buried in the depths of your pussy, his mouth sucking on your clit eagerly and he slides a finger up your pussy. The grip in his hair tightens when you make eye contact with him and when you feel his tongue swirl around the sensitive nub, you break into even louder moans.
“There..! There, there..! Fuck, daddy, make me cum, make me cum..!” You beg, feeling your toes curl and Sylus lifts your thighs over his shoulder, leaning further in to catch your pussy in his mouth and a thumb still stimulating your reddened clit. He makes no noise of affirmation, if you need any, but his skilled tongue digs into you and he doesn’t hesitate in slurping up all the juices you’re leaking. Sylus even makes sure to slurp it up to make you hear how much you’re leaking for him.
“Daddy, please, please, please, I’m so close..!” You start to babble, toes curling even more intensely and your head thrown so far backwards that you start to see stars in your eyes. You can’t feel anything but the way Sylus rubs your clit with his calloused thumb, the way he rolls around the sensitive nub makes you feel like a whore. Like you could shake your hips for him all day long if he would touch you like that for as long as you want him to.
Sylus curls his tongue further in and you impulsively squeeze your thighs together, encasing him between your legs. He doesn’t make any attempt to stop you but instead rubs your clit even faster, make you feel like you’re about to burn inside out.
“Hnng…! Oh god, oh god, that feels so good…! Daddy, hnnghh..!”
You don’t even hear the embarrassing words coming out of you, you just want to cum. You want this release that’s setting you on fire and you want Sylus to eat your pussy out forever.
Sylus suddenly locks your thighs in with his arms, his thumb still vigorously rubbing your clit and he explores your cunt at an even greater fervor. You feel it coming, you feel the core of your body heating up so fast that it travels out of you as a scream. You throw your head back to catch your breath but all that comes out of you is a strangled moan when you finally catch the pleasure you’re seeking.
Your ears are ringing and all you see are stars in your eyes, but in the corner of your eyes, you feel Sylus chuckling against your thighs but you’re too weak to give him a response.
“You’re a squirter,” he says and leans forward to kiss your pussy, “I can’t wait to train your cunt the way I like it.”
You allow yourself a few gulps of deep breaths and finally sit up. Sylus reaches out to help you and you notice the liquids dripping of his chin. It takes you a while but it finally processes what really just happened and you feel your face heat up furiously.
“Oh my god,” You cover your face, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just…”
“Sshh, kitten,” Sylus shushes you, helping you sit up, “You were amazing.”
You feel reassured, his large palm patting your back for reassurance and you watch him help you back in your clothes as if you didn’t just squirt three months of sexual frustrations on his face.
“I could blow you,” you murmur quietly and Sylus raises an eyebrow, “Eager, aren’t we? We have plenty of time for that in the future. I want you to go through the contract before I really allow myself to your tight pussy.”
You nod and Sylus leans down to give you a kiss. You can taste yourself but it doesn’t bother you because you feel yourself wanting this man carnally. You want him, his cock and his entire being. You know you’d sign the contract the moment you have some time for yourself but you can’t let yourself seem easy. You still have some of your pride left.
“I’ll send you home, hm?” Sylus gives your knuckles a kiss, “I’m sure you’re more than tired from the wonderful show you just gave me.”
You look up at him and you don’t know what gave you the courage but you grin up at him, “I want to make out with you. All the way home.”
Sylus blinks in surprise and it gives you a sense of triumph.
“Very well, kitten,” He starts, “I’ll buy you a new set of lingerie. Let’s toss these cheap ones.”
He tosses the soiled lace panties you wore over his shoulder and holds out a hand, “Let’s head home, shall we?”
You take it eagerly, a little shy from feeling the breeze on your pussy but the feeling of being commando makes you feel a little bit braver, strangely enough. You wonder if you’ve been that touch starved if little acts of being a whore makes you feel this elated.
You don’t entertain those thoughts, or well, cant, when Sylus pulls you into his Bentley and positions you over his lap. You sit in his lap and look up at him. The rest is history. The chauffeur doesn’t even question or flinch when smooches start turning into moans and quiet yelps.
Sylus lets his hands roam on your body. He grips your ass, kneading it gently at first before gradually moving up to your tits, a thumb playing with your erect nipples over your bra. You arch your back, a futile attempt to find more gratification but Sylus holds your neck, never allowing your lips to leave his. His tongue constantly explores yours, and you excitedly suck on the bottom of his lips.
“Kitten,” Sylus breathes. You whine and try to lean in for another kiss.
“We’re here,” Sylus tries, but he is as out of breath as you are.
It takes a moment to register before you look out the window and realize that you indeed are, at your apartment. The feeling of Sylus’ hard-on is obvious against your thigh and you can feel your pussy leaking yet again. You could spend the entire night kissing Sylus but you know he wouldn’t let you near his cock unless you signed your consent.
So you sigh, but you lean in to steal another kiss, “Thank you.”
Sylus smiles gently up at you, “You’re more than welcome.”
You exit the car with a heavy heart but the papers in your hands reassure you that you’d definitely be meeting him again. By the time you look over your shoulders, the car is gone but the feeling between your legs reassure you that there are much more exciting times ahead.