Sweet like a Cupcake | Sugar!Daddy!Patrick Bateman

I Wanna Feel You in My Bones

 SUMMARY: Patrick decided to show you how to train more effectively, but he didn't tell you that it would involve sex.

Your heavy breathing bounced around Bateman's fashionable living room as you tried your best to finish the damn stomach crunches he asked you to do.

"No, no, Cupcake," Patrick scolded, standing near his audio system and watching you from above. "That doesn't count!"

Huffing, you glowered at him, small droplets of sweat running down your aching abs. "W-what? Why?!""

"You are slacking off...a lot." Smirking, he got closer and leaned down to touch your belly.

"Well," you stammered as his cold finger caressed your skin, painting invisible lines across it. "I'm not as physically fit as you."

"That's why you need to work harder," Patrick said, pressing his palm against your stomach and licking his lips briefly as his tantalizing gaze roamed shamelessly over your tense body. "'C'mon, baby. Move!"

Desperately, you let out an exhausted whine before you obeyed and did a few more crunches, feeling your muscles tighten like a string.

"Good girl," Bateman crooned, holding your bent legs to keep you in place. "Keep going, you're almost there."

"You're not helping!" You muffled as you seemed to reach your limit.

"Really?" A small chuckle echoed in your ears. Shaking his head, Patrick knelt beside you and lifted your hips up to smack your juicy ass. "Next time I won't hold your legs. No one helps me when I work out, you know."

You wriggled in his grip, trying to slip out, but that only encouraged him to drag you closer. And then his powerful arms were already pulling your leggings off, tickling your bare skin a bit.

"Patrick..." you gave him an innocent look, pressing a finger to your half-open lips. "I'm too tired."

Sneering, Patrick exposed your butt, squeezing it with his both hands. "You don't need to do anything, silly. Not now."

You gasped as his large palms were still playing with your buttocks, sending shivers down your spine. "G-God...you're incorrigible, m-mhm..."

No matter how weary you were, this man was evoking something primal inside your gut, something that could force your blood to rush in your veins, melting your body like a candle.

Possessively, Bateman cupped your heated pussy, not surprising how wet you already were. "Did watching me exercising aroused you that much, my slutty girl?"

Without resistance, he pushed your panties aside and rubbed your swollen lower lips to taste your sweet flavor.

"Ah, Daddy..." You mewled, watching him suckling off his fingers and touching his hard groin.

Trembling, you could definitely see the outline of his huge dick thanks to the tight gray pants he was wearing. With a quiet growl, Patrick pulled on your leggings way too harshly for just removing them and then, you heard a distinctive sound of ripping fabric.

"W-what are you..." before you could say that, Bateman's muscular hands were already working on tearing your underwear apart, not even paying attention to your angry protests. "Stop! That was my favorite!"

"Leggins or panties?" He laughed in a mocking way, tossing hunks of fabric to the floor and lifting your bottom.

"Both!"

"What a shame," his devilish smile was brighter than the sun, even his slightly sweaty locks couldn't hide it. "But don't worry, Daddy will get you new ones."