Sugar Baby

1. Daddy's Brat

Looking like a snack, Kay! -@Apple_rose

Boy come twerk those buns in my face🍑🍑🍆 -@big_daddy_vee

Love you queen❤❤ -@simplistic_may

Faggot!-@Mitchryan

Those brows on fleek bishhh😍😍 -@mylie

Let me smack those cheeks -@yourbabydaddy

Your waist looks better than mine and you're not even a girl. Not fair boo-@marycummings

Kamden please do a video on your skin care routine- @rylielovesyou

Kamie when are you going shopping with your daddy again🤑🤑 -@datbooty

Bitch you're leaving my dream life -@dustandroses7

Disgusting-@shadysummers

Boy those lips- @Lloydphillips

Comments kept swarming my Instagram, right after I posted pictures of my outfit for tonight. I smile and giggle at some of the ridiculous things these guys say. I love my fans, no doubt but sometimes they are fucking nuts and that's saying something because I'm a crazy bitch.

I reply three people, ignore the haters and put a heart on some of my favourite comments. The love and recognition from perfect strangers is okay and everything but it means nothing where there's no acknowledgement from the one man I'd actually want to lay me the fuck down and tear into my ass.

Not that Daddy Dom was ever on social media. For a forty year old man, he sometimes acted like he was sixty. The social accounts he used were mostly Facebook, Twitter and Gmail and that was only for business purposes. Everything else, he liked to keep private.

It's all good because his social media hermitism means no one else gets to see too much of my daddy and thirst all over him but it also meant he wouldn't see how good I'm looking tonight and how much he's missing, what with him being all the way across the country.

My phone pings, just as I'm putting on my favourite nude pink gloss. It's a message from my best friend, Jeremy.

Um Kamden, you might want to look at this bitch.

My heart skips a beat. There are not a lot of things that phase me but in my heart, there's always that tiny bit of fear and it revolves around Dominic.

I open the message and freeze as I see a picture of Dominic with some guy about five or six years older than me. At this point, I shouldn't be shocked because Dom changes guys way more than I change my nail polish.

Tears prick my eyes but I blink them away because this is stupid, we're not even together. Dom picked me up on the streets when I was fifteen, right after my dad kicked me out for being 'a fucking faggot'.

He saw me and offered a place to me. At first I'd been skeptical and told myself I'd fucking bail if he ever tried something funny but Dominic's never expressed any sexual interest in me even though he's gay and dates guys only a few years older than me regularly.

He spoils me, buys me everything I want and is for all intents and purposes my sugar daddy but he refuses to touch me. At first I thought it was because of my age but I'm turning eighteen now so that won't be an excuse anymore.

I've been in love with that man for the last three years of my adult life even if he doesn't know it and seeing him with some twink in Hawaai makes me want to commit murder. But I don't want to look like a child so I tell myself to calm down.