You're involved in a toxic, unhealthy relationship with Patrick Bateman, where he wants to be your Sugar Daddy and you to be his little Cupcake. Will you find a way out from this situation or still remain in his power?
PAIRING: Sugar!Daddy!Patrick...
Summary: As everyone knows, Mr. Bateman has a lot of addictions, and you are his sweetest one.
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That evening in his apartment should have been something special, you knew that by the way Patrick was looking at you. You knew it, and you didn't have a choice.
Soon, you were standing shocked in the middle of his fancy living room, and you couldn't really believe what he just said.
"W-what do you want me to do? I don't understand..." You muttered and turned around to see him sitting on his perfect white couch.
"I told you to take off your panties, babe," Patrick smiled at you adorably, putting his feet up. "And give them to me."
With each word he was saying, his eyes were getting darker and darker, they were sending a million goosebumps right down your spine, and it was getting hard for you to breathe. Satisfied by your reaction, he grinned again and leaned back as he was about to smoke a cigar. His overwhelming self-confidence was blowing your mind, how was that even possible...to be that smug? For some time, Patrick wasn't looking in your direction, he was so busy with pulling out the lighter from his pocket, a very expensive lighter you guessed, just like his fucking suit.
Shaking like a leaf, you turned around and pulled up the hem of your skirt. And then icy air touched your soft skin as you were removing your surprisingly sexy underwear. Rage and anger washed over you from the feeling of total helplessness and desperation; you couldn't resist this filthy bastard and his sick desires, Bateman had you in his power.
It felt so wrong and degrading, standing here in front of him without anything under your skirt and still - you had to obey. When you turned around to hand him what he wanted, Patrick finally looked up at you; his rosy lips tensed around his cigar before he pulled it out.
"Well-well, look what we have here ..." he crooned and took a slightly soaked piece of fabric, rubbing it gently between his long fingers.
You gasped nervously from watching his nostrils turning red each time he touched your panties as he realized how wet you must have been right now.
"Why am I not even surprised?"
"Stop!" You nearly hissed it through your gritted teeth.
"Oh, (Y/N). I've only just started." His low voice made your knees buck a bit. "Now, why don't you show daddy your pretty little pussy?"
A new wave of embarrassment washed over you when you turned your back to him. Cursing yourself, you bend over a bit so he could see the curve of your butt. You were praying that would be enough for him, but then you heard his sharp exhale from behind.
"C'mon, Cupcake, get lower," he whispered in a raspy voice, setting himself more comfortable on the couch. "I want to have a proper look at my sweet cinnamon roll."
