Title: spoiled
Author: xdaddyreggie
Also, listen to Blackbear's new album while listening to this preferably I miss the old you and make daddy proud trust me it makes it 100x better.
To be blunt, you were so happy that your family was rich. Your father was the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company and your mother was a New York Times bestselling author. Put together, your parents made more than you could spend in ten lifetimes. This caused you to never have to work a day in your life.
As a child, you had a personal maid, Carla, who picked you up from your private school that your parents paid a lot for, made you your favorite snacks, and anything else you wanted. She would also read you to sleep at night since your parents were never home due to business meetings or events they had to go to. Carla became like you second mother, she taught you about boys and periods and other things a mother figure should teach you.
When you moved to middle school, you started to hang out with other rich families. You would hang out with the other children while your parents would talk business. You would brag about the latest electronic your daddy had just bought you just like the other kids. Your parents always wanted you to be better than all the other kids so they would spoil you with whatever you asked for and even what you didn't ask for.
It reached a whole new level when you went to high school. Your mother hired you a tutor, but he would never teach you, but just do the work for you. You never said anything though, it was just work you didn't have to do. You started to go with your parents to fancy parties and events which was your favorite since you got to go shopping for a new dress. Your daddy never gave you a price limit when you went shopping; he had given you a credit card in middle school and it had never been declined so you thought it didn't have one.
You mother would set you up with boys from other rich families. All the children of rich families knew what happened when your parents would set you up. It was like an unspoken code. You would go to the event, laugh, dance and have a great time because you knew when the party was over you would go home with your date and things would get hot.
The only thing that changed when you moved to college is you stopped hooking up with the local rich boys and moved on to the frat boys. You went to parties every weekend, got shit faced, and on occasion hooked up with someone in the spare room. The school's staff knew your parents so you never had to worry about your grades, but your father still hired you a tutor who just wrote your essays and took your tests for you.
When you got out of college, you had no idea what you wanted to do with the rest of your life but again you didn't worry about it. You became a public figure and the face of brands who paid you a lot of money just for an Instagram post or to show your face at a party. You met Ross Butler on one of these brand deals. You were at a showing party of the new Netflix original show, Thirteen Reasons Why.
One of your girlfriends had introduced you to him, and when you made eye contact, you were instantly infatuated. He had this sex appeal that he carried around but he acted like he didn't have it. When you flirted with him, it's like he didn't notice and he never flirted back. You were utterly confused since men had always shown interest in you.
It wasn't until the third time you had hung out that you finally blurted out, "Do you not find me attractive? I have a been flirting with you nonstop since we met and all I have gotten back are a few compliments and one hug goodbye."
He was shocked when you had confronted him like that. He just sat there with his mouth open, eyebrows scrunched, and stuttered, not being able to get a full sentence out. You got up in a huff and stormed out of his house. You were frustrated and angry that he had pulled you along like that since he was the one to invite you. You decided to treat yourself to a few new shoes to help calm your nerves.
It was about a week later when your butler had notified you that Ross was at your door and he wanted to talk to you. You really wanted to know what he had to say after he had basically turned you down. You had opened the door with a bitch face, "What do you wa-" you started to say before Ross had rushed in and pushed you against the wall opposite to the door.
He had his hands on either side of your head and you could feel his breath on your face, "Princess, you have never had to work for anything in your life," He paused and pressed his body against yours, "but tonight that's going to change."
The idea of working for something had never excited you like it did tonight. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding and your heart started racing when he led you to the living room by your wrists.
He plopped down on a black leather chair in the corner of the room. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans with his legs spread out. He ran his hand up your leg which was exposed because you were wearing a silk nightgown with lace details. He held eye contact as his hand went higher up your thigh until he grabbed your butt.
"I'm not going to do anything, but sit here, baby girl, so get to work if you want something." He teased as he took his hand off you and leaned all the way back in the chair. You looked at him with your eyebrows raised as to say, are you serious, and he crossed his arms over his chest and challenged you with his eyes.
You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you straddled his lap. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest and you pressed down your core onto his. You brought your lips to his neck and peppered kisses from his jawline to base of his neck where you settled on his collarbone and started to suck. You lightly grazed your teeth over the mark you made and he let out a raspy groan.
You started to fumble with the button of his jeans when he grabbed both of your wrists in his hand to stop you, "Did you not hear what I said? Princess, you're going to have to work for your orgasm."
You were confused for a second, not knowing what he meant. It wasn't until he patted his thigh that you knew what he wanted you to do. You let out a huff as you moved to straddle one of his legs. You held eye contact as you started to rock back and forth. The roughness of his jeans making your eyes roll back as it contacted your bare core.
"I wish you could yourself right now, using my thigh to get yourself off." His hands went to your hips and pressed down so more pressure would be on your clit. You let out a loud moan and your hands went to his chest to steady yourself.
"Fucking ride my thigh like the spoiled brat you are. Daddy can't buy you out of this one, can he?" He teased. You started to move faster on his thigh as you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach.
"Fuck, keep talking." You managed to get out between pants.
"Baby girl likes when I talk? Of course, you do, you can't do anything yourself, can you? I bet no one has ever made you work for anything so this must be hard for you, do you want my help?"
"Yes, please." You begged as you felt the knot getting tighter.
"Ha, have you not listen to a word I've said? Fuck your daddy needs to pay for a better education if you don't understand by now that I'm not going to touch you at all tonight." He laughed while you gave him a desperate look.
"Oh, is the brat close to her orgasm?" He teased, "Come on come for me."
You made eye contact with him as your orgasm took hold of your body and you collapsed on Ross's chest as your body convulsed with the earth-shattering orgasm. You never felt anything like that before and it felt ten times better than your best orgasm.
"Princess, you're not done." He held you up and pushed you down to the floor in-between his legs. You knew what he wanted and you started to feel more comfortable because this was your forte.
You were still recovering from your orgasm as you ran your hands up and down his thighs skipping over the spot he needed you most. He let out a groan and mumbled, "Don't tease me, princess"
You giggled as you unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his thighs. You peppered kisses all the way from his bellybutton to the band of his boxers while rubbing him through his boxers. He let out a muffled cuss word and put his head back on the top of the chair.
You pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang up and hit his stomach. You looked at him hungrily as you licked a bold line up his shaft to his tip where you took it into your mouth and sucked lightly. He grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushed you down onto his erection. You took as much as you could into your mouth as he hit your gag reflex, your eyes started to water as he kept you there for a couple of seconds.
When he finally let you come back up, you were gasping for air but you went right back to his dick and started to swirl your tongue around the tip. When he started to let out a groan, you stopped and took your mouth away and continued to jerk him off with your hand.
He gave you a warning look as you connected your lips with his dick again and took a good amount of him into your mouth. He started to buck his hips up into your throat and you knew he was close. You paid attention to the underside of the tip with your tongue and your hands went to his balls where you played with them.
"Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good. Keep going, I'm close." He grunted. It wasn't long before he shot his load into the back of your throat and you had no choice but to swallow it.
He looked down at you and smirked, "Working for it makes it better doesn't it baby girl."
You giggled and looked down with a small nod. He knew it had been as amazing for you as it was for him
