Secrets Of A Sugar Baby

Episode 10

Chapter 10

The next day I met up with Shayla for lunch. She stared at me in awe as I sat down across from her. She smiled at me.

"Girllll, you look like money. And a lot of it. How are things with you and Blake?"

"Going well. He wants to continue to see me."

"Girl, jackpot. I love it. Having one steady, regular customer is better than having two or three who only call you sometimes. It's the lean months that can make things difficult. But when you have a main one, it's almost like having a full time job and the benefits are definitely better."

"I do have a confession to make." I said, "I started sleeping with Blake."

"Girlll... Is he good?"

I looked down at the menu.

"Good girl. Don't tell anyone anything like that. It doesn't matter that you sleeping with him. One of the perks of the job if you ask me; however, please be careful not to fall for him. From those few texts and even the way you looked when you mention his name, it seems like you are."

"I'm not. I'm in love with the lifestyle and what he gives me."

"That's how it should be," Shayla responded.

After lunch was over, I decided to go over to meet with Erica. We were supposed to check in with her each time we came back from one of our vacations. I walked into Erica's office and she was all smiles as I sat across from her.

"Blake shared the great news that you guys are working out really well. He really enjoys your company and wants to work with you solely. That is amazing considering that he was known as one of our more difficult, well I like to call it, discerning clients. I knew you were special, but you must be a miracle worker."

"No. Your classes just refined me."

"I see," Erica said, smiling, "Since you're able to do the impossible, I was wondering how you would feel about taking on new clients."

My heart sank. I couldn't do that. I couldn't spread myself so thin. I had to think of something. "I can't." I said, "I'm still getting the hang of things and wants to keep it at just Blake for the time being." Deep down, I had feelings for Blake and honestly felt like I would be cheating on him if I started dating other people. What if it was someone who knew him or ran in his circles? I just couldn't do it.

Erica gave me the onceover. "Are you sure? There's more money to be made."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head. "I will take on more clients once I'm more settled." However I knew that day would probably never come.

Over the course of the next month, Blake and I saw each other regularly, sometimes three or four times in a week. We explored every bit of DC together, with quite a few excursion to New York, Philadelphia and Virginia. And each Saturday morning, like clockwork, I would wake up to a $10,000 deposit in my account. However, I didn't set foot in his house again since that first time. I didn't mind though. I just didn't feel right being in another woman's home.

Blake and I had gotten closer than I ever was with anyone else. I still didn't let him know too much about me, with my dad and mom. I didn't think I would ever let anyone really know about that, but in everything else I was free. We made love everywhere and he made my body feel things that I never thought were possible. I began to crave him, not because of the money, but for everything that he was. Powerful, handsome, gentle, loving and strong. I just didn't really understand how any woman could not go out of her way to please him. While inside the limo, waiting to go on another excursion, I received a text inviting me to spend the weekend at his home. I felt uncomfortable but who was I to tell him no. I had to respect his wishes. All of them.

It was the last part of winter going towards spring, so I was able to dress a little bit lighter than before. I decided to get sexy by wearing just a heavy trench coat and lingerie. The limo pulled up to his townhome and there he was waiting for me at the door. I walked out in my Louboutin heels, Burberry Trench and Agent Provocateur lingerie. I made my way through the open door and into his home. The fireplace was blazing and there were two glasses of champagne glistening on ice near the rug. As I walked over to the fireplace, I felt him unbuckle my trench from behind and pull the coat away from my shoulders. He turned me around and licked his lips before pulling me into a passionate kiss.

"I missed you," were the only words that escaped from his mouth before he pulled me down to the floor. The heat from the fireplace warmed my skin as he laid me down and picked up one of the champagne glasses. With his other hand, he pulled off all of my clothes and threw them to the side. He looked at me hungrily, his blue eyes glowing in the firelight.

My God he was sexy.

He slowly poured champagne all over my body. The coolness in contrast to the heat of the fire, made my nipples hard and my nani wet. I was ready and waiting for him. The champagne fizzed all over my body as he lowered his head and began to lick up every drop from my nipples, to my stomach and down to the sweet spot. I loved it when he went down. As he kissed and sucked my little pearl, I grabbed his hair. I threw my head back as I climaxed, letting the waves of heat and lust wash all over me. He kissed his way back up my body while slowly entered me. Taking my hips in one of his hands and pressing down on my pelvis with the other, he sat back up and began to long stroke me, making sure his shaft found every inch of my clit. I grabbed at the rug on the floor as I came over and over again. After what must have been my fifth climax, he finally allowed himself to release, pulling out of me, spilling his seeds on the floor.

He laid next to me, completely spent, the fire highlighting the contours and crevasses of his muscles. He smiled at me as he closed his eyes. I was truly happy. My life had changed so much for the better and it was all because of this man. I may have been actually falling in love with him. It was easy to admit to myself, harder to admit to others, although Shayla suspected it and even Erica could probably see it. It was hard not to fall in love with him. He was everything that any woman, black, white and everything in between could want. I felt myself getting drowsy. I pulled one of the throws off of the couch and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Shower time, my dear."

I nodded my head and got up. Taking my hand, he led me upstairs to their bathroom. I looked around in awe. The bathroom was literally the size of my old apartment. He walked over to the glass shower and turned it on. It had two large shower heads with detachable parts that were located on opposite ends of the shower. I was so ready for this. I tied up my hair before we got inside. He began to slowly lather me up before turning me around and swirling his tongue around my nipples.

This man really knew how to get to me. Before I could fully enjoy his tongue on my body, he turned me around and bent me over. I gripped the sides of the shower as he roughly entered me from behind, moving in and out of me as his left hand reached between my thighs and rubbed my clit. I couldn't move at all. I didn't want to. I was a prisoner to the pleasure that he gave me. I moaned softly with each stroke in and out of my body. I heard his soft groans of pleasure as he felt my walls grip him. It was steamy inside, with no sounds but the shower, my cries of pleasure and his moans of ecstasy which didn't seem so out of place. However, what was startling was the sound of the bathroom door opening...

And there she stood...

The woman from the painting...

In all of her glory...

Walking in on her husband, fucking another woman in her home... In her shower.

We were caught, red handed...

And didn't know what to do.

 

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Find out what happens next in Secrets Of A Sugar BabyBook 2!