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Gifts - Michael Clifford

If you'd been asked two years ago what you thought of sugar daddies you would have laughed. The entire prospect of having someone 'look after" you and provide everything you need struck you as a little weird- wrong, even.
That was before you met Michael.
It was your job that first led you to him. You were working as an assistant to a wealthy businessman who collaborated with Michael for a deal. You, being the hardworking employee you're paid to be, put in all the effort and secured contracts, chased up Michael's workers and oversaw the entire project.
Over the three months you worked in partnership with Clifford & Co. you made quite an impression on the CEO. Although you hadn't realised it at the time, there was something about your driven attitude, impeccable taste and perfectly polished appearance that left a moistened feel in Michael's mouth.
You were thrilled when you were invited to hold a senior position at Michael's firm and immediately accepted, partly due to the doubled pay and partly because of a certain attraction you held for your new boss.
From the beginning Michael always treated you differently, and it didn't exactly go unnoticed. He'd smile on the way past your office, occasionally ask his assistant to get you a morning coffee and would always make you feel included.
He was really the charmer and within only a few weeks the sound of his polished heels tapping against the expensive marble brought a smile to your face.
Then the gifts began.
It was nothing too extravagant at first. The occasional bunch of flowers, a few pairs of earrings here and there. It took a while for you to figure out who was sending them as they were always signed the same way, -M xx. But when you walked in one morning to find Michael positioning a box on your desk it all fitted into place and you realised what was really going on.
"Wh-What are you doing?" You asked, eyebrows furrowing as you kicked your office door closed. Your eyes skimmed across the contracting shoulder muscles rippling underneath his fitted Armani suit.
"Leaving a gift for you, princess, what does it look like?"
You felt your throat run dry and blinked several times. "Is it you? Are you the person who's left presents for me all month?" You put your bags on the ground and slipped round to sit in your leather desk chair.
Michael's beady eyes focused in on yours and he slid his fingers into his suit pockets. "Yes, Y/N, that's me."
"Why?" The obvious question seemed to take him slightly off guard as he contemplated the answer. Michael sighed and leaned forward, his face nearing yours and you couldn't help but focus your gaze on his plump lips.
"I think you're fascinating." He stated simply. A faint blush rippled across your cheeks and you cleared your throat nervously. "How do you know I'm single?"
Michael let out a laugh and pushed some of the objects around your desk until he could sit comfortably.
"I had security run some background checks on you before you started working here. Frankly, I find you intriguing." You raised your eyebrows and debated about telling him how creepy that really was.
"Intriguing how?" You pressed, interested in his opinion of you. "I like how you worked your way up and I especially like your attitude to work. I like how you've maintained relationships in the past and I like your dedication to your partner." He leaned in a little closer and you felt the blood in your body rush to your face.
It's no secret Michael is attractive. Every woman- and a few men, in the office hold him in their heart. Just the small actions he does on a daily basis; whistling as he walks down the corridors, subtle winks thrown in every direction and the ease at which he holds himself are enough to make anyones heart race.
"I also like the more physical aspects of you." It's then you realised all the blinds overlooking your room were screwed shut, the only way into your room being the closed door.
"Like what?"
Deciding to throw his techniques back in his face, you began to twirl a strand of hair around your finger and let your tongue dart out to wet your painted lips
"I like your hands," Michael reached out and clasped yours in his, his calloused fingers bringing goosebumps to your fragile skin. "And I like your shoulders," His hands worked their way up your body, gently skimming over the curve of your breast until they rested on your shoulders, "And I like your lips."
A small nod was all you had to give for him to go ahead and press his lips firmly against yours, a dozen thoughts whirling through your mind. His gentle hands snaked down to rest at your waist and you hungrily leant in for more.
After a moment of heated making out he'd given you a small tug and a second later you were standing between his legs, suit trousers pressed against his covered crotch.
"What are we doing?" You breathed heavily, asking the question you wanted to know the answer to so badly.
"I think you should be mine, honey, do you like the sound of that?" You rested your forehead against his and watched the way his chest heaved up and down with every rigid breath.
"Like, date?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you became aware of his hands pressing into your side and the forming desire beginning to pool.
"Sort of. Do you know what a sugar daddy is?" One glance at the fire spreading across your cheeks and Michael knew the answer. "I'll look after you and care for you and in return..." His eyes darted lower and took in the curves on display due to the fitted suit adorning your figure.
"Sex. You want to have sex with me and you'll give me stuff?" He shrugged and bit his bottom lip, "To put it bluntly..."
You mulled it over for a moment. Sure, you found Michael attractive and any opportunity to have sex with him was a good thing, but did you really want this?
"I'm in." You stated freely. Michael's lips parted into a thrilled smile and he tugged you a little closer, his lips gracing a sensitive spot on your neck and bringing a throaty groan from your lips. "Let's get to know each other a little better then."
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That was two years ago. Since then you've certainly had your ups and downs. The downs, largely consisting of the first few months of jitters, miscommunications and wrongly received signals, are definitely washed out by the ups.
The first extravagant gift you received from Michael shocked you. When you left your scruffy apartment to find Michael leaning against a Mercedes, two sets of keys in his hands, you'd been confused.
"I bought you a house."
His words rolled from his tongue as easily as if he'd said he'd bought you a sandwich. After coughing up a shocked thank you, he'd simply run his fingers through your hair and whispered a few words.
"The car is yours too."
After another year you'd decided to move in together. That was when the nature of your relationship changed completely. You went from being casual fuck buddies, to a little more.
The days of Michael gifting things after a night of fun were soon replaced with spontaneous presents. He'd pay a little more attention and try harder to get to know you. As well as that, you ended up spending Christmas at your parents and introduced him as your boyfriend, too entranced in opening presents to notice the small smile hidden on his face.
And that brings you to where you are now, a lazy Friday with no plans but laying around in bed all evening. Or at least that's what you'd thought.
"Baby? Where are you?!" The front door clicks into the lock and you hear Michael get back from work. Most days he's horny when he gets in from the office so you're already prepared for him, saucy lingerie hidden beneath the silk pyjamas he'd bought you.
"Upstairs!" You reply loudly, flicking through the channels on the tv mounted on the wall.
Michael bursts into the room, an elaborate grin across his face. "I have a surprise for you!" He makes his way over to you and captures your lips in a hasty kiss, the excitement practically flowing off him.
"What is it?" You ask, liking the way he holds you in his arms. He pulls out an envelope and passes it to you, his grin unfaltering.
Your manicured fingertips tear into the paper and pull out two tickets, your eyes widening as you read the destination.
"You're taking me to Barbados?!" You exclaim with a squeal, immediately jumping into his arms and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He chuckles and rubs small circles in the soft flesh of your back.
"We leave in twenty minutes but I've had the maids pack your bags." You gasp as you remember you're in pyjamas. "I need to change." You say, beginning to unwrap yourself from his arms.
Michael shakes his head and looks into your eyes, his irises such a deep shade of emerald it takes your breath away. "No need, darling. We're taking the jet so just us." A flutter in your stomach indicates a forming excitement. "Just us?" You lick across your lips and remember you're still wearing the scandalous lingerie.
"Only us, baby." Michael's lips find yours and you stand there, swaying together until he gets a call to tell him the car's outside.
You slip into a pair of Nike's and bundle yourself up in a lightweight coat before grabbing your favourite bag and slipping your phone into it. The spacious taxi fits five people comfortably so you and Michael have plenty of room to talk about your week and catch up on everything you've missed.
"Y/N, I-uh, I have something I need to tell you." Michael scratches the back of his neck and sits up a little straighter, his hands feeling a little clammy all of a sudden.
"What is it? Are you okay?" Concern floods your words as you wonder what it could be that's bringing a frown to his face.
"Remember what I said when we first started this?" He gestures between you both and you narrow your eyes, not sure about what he's referring to. "I said this was a no-strings attached deal. We're not meant to have feelings beyond sexual attraction."
Your heart drops and you begin to worry. You've been in love with Michael for as long as you remember, you've just assumed he felt the same way.
He chews his bottom lip and takes a breath before continuing.
"I like you a lot more than I should- fuck, I'm in love with you." He closes his eyes and looks away, nerves nibbling at his senses as he waits for your reply.
"Michael." Your stern voice brings his eyes back to yours, the commanding tone something he's used to. "You're an idiot." You continue, his face falling into a hurt expression.
"I love you too, I've loved you for about a year, I- I thought it was obvious."
He relaxes in his seat and lets out a relieved sigh. "Don't scare me like that." He groans, ruffling your hair fondly. You lean up and peck his lips softly, a plan already forming in your mind.
"Sorry, Mikey." You flutter your lashes and brush your hand across the crotch of his suit, smirking at the forming hardness. "Princess." He warns sternly, the car pulling into the back of the airport and driving onto the private runway.
"Why do you think I'd still be here if I didn't love you?" You ask as the chauffeur opens the door and helps you out.
"I thought you were still attracted because of my money." You give him a sad smile and shake your head. "I might like gifts but I wouldn't string you along for this long if I didn't feel something." His arms wrap around your shoulders and you walk over to the jet together.
"Go sit down, sweetie, I need to talk to the flight assistants for a moment." You nod and unzip your coat before pulling off your trainers and throwing your bag down.
You lay back into the leather of one of the couches and wait patiently for Michael to return. When he does, he discards his items and drops down beside you, pulling you onto his lap and smirking.
"What got you so happy?" You readjust your position until you're resting comfortably over him.
"The flight attendants won't come in until we ask for them. We have the whole place to ourselves." He licks his lips before crashing them against yours hungrily.
This time feels different. Sure, you've had sex with Michael more times than you can count but this is special. This means something.
Love courses through your veins as he executes everything with such care you feel yourself melting.
"Let me take care of you." He mumbles against your neck, already beginning to suck on sections of skin around your sweet spot. You moan as he gets it right, pleasure flooding the area as you pull your hair to the side.
He continues to make his way further down until he's ripping off your pyjamas, the sudden air brushing against your chest causing your nipples to harden instantly.
"So pretty." He admires the lace covering your chest and skates his fingers over the black bra and looks at your curves fondly. "Too bad it's coming off." He pulls it off forcefully, a small rip appearing in the side. You gasp and hit his shoulder angrily. "Mikey! That's new!" You chide, looking down in distress.
"I'll get you more, don't worry about it, babygirl." He returns his attention to your nipples and takes one in his mouth, lapping around the outside before nibbling softly on the centre, a moan escaping you.
Your hips rut down and press further into his crotch. Over time you realise the more you grind the more pleasure Michael's tongue provides.
He fondles the other one, flicking and rubbing until it's as erect as the one between his teeth.
"Stop teasing me!" You pester, his eyes finding yours and icing over dominantly. "What?"
"S-sorry daddy." You fumble, moving your hips a little faster. "Take off your shorts." He demands.
You stand up, breasts falling down against your chest, and pull down the shorts revealing the stringy thong. Michael's adam's apple bobs down as he swallows dryly, pulling off his clothes until he's left in his Calvin Klein's.
"You look so sexy in my lace, honey." He drawls before gesturing for you to sit back down. His hands rest on your bare ass and knead it carefully, knowing your body better than you as within seconds he has you dripping through the sheer fabric.
"Daddy.." You whine, rutting up against his crotch desperately. "Can't wait any longer for daddy's cock?" You shake your head and he mock sighs, secretly pleased you want him so badly.
He peels down the thong and tosses it to the side before running a rough finger down your slit, collecting the pooled wetness. "So wet for me, sweetheart." You pull down his boxers and watch in glee as his length springs free.
He repositions you both and flips you back until you're resting against the sofa with him hovering over you. He props himself up on his elbows and lines up before pushing his entire length into you.
"F-fuck." He wheezes, his sweaty hair falling into his face as he waits for you to signal him. "Go." You say after a moment of adjusting. He pulls out slowly before slamming back in, repeating the motion a couple more times before picking up his pace and pushing in at a speedy pace.
"So tight for me, babe." He groans. Your fingernails scratch trails down his back as he brushes against your spot. "There, fuck." Michael shifts until he's hitting the spot each time, the warmth in your core growing larger and larger with every movement.
When his finger moves down to rub circles on your clit you know you won't last long.
"So close." You stammer as your walls contract against Michael's throbbing dick. "Gonna ask, kitten?" He prompts, sounding exhausted.
"Please may I cum daddy?" Your voice elevates an octave as Michael's forced to pin down your hips to stop you writhing. "Cum for daddy, princess."
You throw your head back and moan loudly, screwing your eyes shut and allowing the pleasure to wash over you. Michael's warmth soaks through you and adds to the pleasure as he thrusts and rubs you through the incredible high.
He pants as he pulls out and rests his cheek against your heaving chest.
"I love you so much." He says softly. You smile and link your fingers into his hair, "I love you more."
Michael laughs as he pulls himself up. "Wait until we get to Barbados, then I'll wreck you until you can't walk." You roll your eyes and reach down for your clothes.
"Very smooth, Mr Clifford, very smooth." He winks. "Who's your daddy?" You giggle and point at his shirtless torso. "You, Mikey."

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Sooo I'm updating on my phone and when I copy&paste it wattpad automatically merges the paragraphs so umm if it's bothering you I can fix it but if it doesn't then it's ok just tell me if you have a problem ok? Ok. Good.