Interracial 5SOS Preferences

Dominance

A mix between sugar daddy, dd/lg and 50 shades*... NSFW

LUKE: You popped the trunk to your jeep wrangler and placed all your shopping bags in. Chanel, Mac, Gucci, Macys, Uniqlo just to name a few of the brands you dabbled in that evening. After your gym session with Tesla, your personal trainer, you headed to the mall and splurged a rough total of $5,000. Once you got into the driver's seat, he called, "Hello?" "Hi (Y/N), how are you?" You smiled already knowing how this would go. He'd ask how you are, how much you spent for the day and if you planned to spend more. Next he'd promise all the money would be replaced on your debit card by tomorrow morning, and it always was. "Don't forget about our outing tonight (Y/N)." "Luke, why can't you just call it a date?" True to the stereotype, most sugar daddies gave their babies materialistic things like money, clothes, jewelry, or expensive trips, in exchange for sex. However, yours and Luke's arrangement is one of the rare ones; instead of sex, Luke uses you for time. You're essentially just arm candy for business events and deal closings. Since he's married - to a less than pleasing woman nonetheless - Luke doesn't use your body and he makes sure that your relationship is strictly platonic. "Because (Y/N), friends don't go on dates," he chuckled, breaking his usual stern character, "the car will pick you promptly at 8. Wear the red gown we agreed on and the black Balenciaga's you bought last week. The commissioner is going to be there and I'd like to leave an impression."

CALUM: "You want to play?" Calum's husky breath invades your ears. You've been kneeling for what feels like days, completely naked, hands tied together behind you, back arched forward, head hung. He blindfolded your eyes earlier and since then, all your senses have heightened. Your bodies numb but you can feel his heat circle around you dragging a small soft item over the top of your breasts and down your spine. "Y-yes." You stutter out, your erratic breathing all too noticeable. "You've been so naughty princess." he chuckles. Suddenly, a sting is felt on the top of your left butt cheek. It's painful but is a direct signal to your libido. You love him like this - in control, demanding- dominate. The stings repeat all over you - your breasts, ass, your stomach - followed by a caress by the small soft item. The riding crop? Eventually Calum gets down to your level because you feel his close proximity and his harsh breath on your lips. He kisses you, devouring your lips and taking your breath away with his expert tongue. The kiss is slow, rough, and carnivorous - he craves you as much as you do him, if not more. "You want to play princess?" "Y-yes, sir." Calum smiles his wolfish grin, "Then let's play."

MICHAEL: After experiencing a weekend at the NASA space station you made the erratic decision to take up astrology. You'd been studying online but learned that your school's science department offered a two-semester long course. Sure it costs another $4,500, that your scholarship didn't cover, but you had a bit of money saved up and there were open slots for the upcoming class. "Good afternoon, I'd like to sign up for an elective science course." The secretary handed you a stack of paper work for you to fill out which you did and handed back to her in a timely fashion. "Alright Ms. Y/L/N, now we just need a deposit of - oh. Nevermind it seems you already paid for it." With a check written for $5,000 in your pocket, you were confused as to how you could have paid for a class you weren't originally taking. The receptionist noticed your bemusement and showed you the proof. "Can you by any chance see who paid for it?" She pulled up the credit card information and it all made sense. "A Mr. Michael Clifford paid online last night, dear." You thanked her and once you were officially signed up, left the administration building. You pulled out your cellphone and dialed up Michael, "sugar daddy strikes again huh?"

ASHTON: (Ashton is daddy. DO NOT fight me on this. He is my fav and I am his baby girl thx bye) Going out in public with Ashton always ended one of three ways - you were good and got showered with gifts, you were mobbed by fans and had to end your festivities early, or you were bad and earned yourself a punish. Today was the latter. "I can't believe how bratty you were acting today Y/N. This isn't like you." Ashton lectured you as he drove to the hotel room. You shrank back in the passenger seat at his tone. Sure you acted out, but with good reason! "I just wanted your attention." You whispered. With Ashton writing constantly or practicing his drums, you haven't had any 'us' time in a long time. "Well now you've got it! You've got my full, undivided attention. When we get to the hotel room I want you to strip down and wait for me on the bed. Head down, butt in the air - understand?" You nodded and sure enough once you got to your hotel room, Ashton waited for you to disrobe and assume position on the bed. He crawled behind you, kneading your butt in his big rough hands. "Do you know why you're being punished baby?" "Because I was bad?" You whispered into the pillow, gripping the sheets, anticipating. A harsh spank came down, leaving pain its wake. "That's right baby. Start counting."

Told you I'd update soon.
* I know there's controversy surrounding this book about the fact that it depicts an emotionally abusive relationship. I read all three books twice and have seen the movie twice and I don't see the issue. I've done my research and had many debates with my closest friends on it who disagree with the book and my views. DO NOT comment on my book with your dislike for the movie bc the preferences are loosely based on it. Negative comments will be deleted.