I was sitting in a chair, a thousand feet above the city, feeling like a doll in a gilded cage. My mind was a jumble of numbers....tuition fees, credit card debt, my family's mortgage—The only reason i applied for a sugar dady - of course i've always wanted to get fucked it did help.

This wasn't the kind of sugar daddy I'd read about though. This was something else. This was Darius.

He stood over me, his presence immense. "The terms are simple," he said, his voice a low growl. "You do what I say. When I say. My house, my rules. My money… my property." He let that last...