So Dreamsicle stuck.
I lead her back into the second largest bedroom, which I have converted into a gaming room and office. A large TV is on one end with a green velvet L-shaped couch in front of it. Behind that is my massive gaming setup. Multiple screens, the best office entertainment chair money can buy. Before this weekend, the long desk was in the middle of the wall, but I moved it over to make room for her gift.
“Zachary!” she exclaims.
She now has an identical desk and setup as I do. While mine is matte black, hers is white and pink, matching the chair. There’s a desk in between us, going out towards the TV, so wehave a place to eat or put drinks safely away from our electronics.
“Now we can play together and you don’t have to use your laptop.”
Above her new computer and second monitor, I framed a few of my photos of us when I’ve taken her on business trips to Seoul and London, along with some prints by an artist I know she loves. Some painter named Harper. There’s even a tiny shelf where I picked up a few new novels from my favorite local independent bookstore I know she will like. A bouquet of red roses sits at the end of the desk, next to an electric kettle with an assortment of imported teas.
I pull her close. “I know we only spend one night a week together, but I wanted to give you a special gift since we have been seeing each other for a year.”
“That is incredibly thoughtful, thank you.” Her lips are on mine and I’m greedy for her kiss until she pulls away, taking me with her to the desk.
She sits in the chair and puts on the puffy headphones with little wings above the ears. Damn, she’s so cute. I’d been thinking of this for a while, hoping she would want to come over more, or stay longer. I have a recurring fantasy that she wants to have her heat here. That I take care of her and we recover in this room, relaxing and having fun while she heals. The place came with a small nest, but it’s been empty this whole time. Maybe one day it won’t be. I need for her to see me as more than just a client for that to happen.
She sets up her desk how she wants, adjusting the chair and screen placement before logging into the game we love to play together. It’s a role-playing game set in the universe ofDungeons & Dragons, where we get to shape the story.
We play for a few hours until dinner arrives, enjoying pad see ew, panang curry with braised beef, pad thai, cashewchicken, and ending the meal with mango sticky rice. After we take our dishes to the sink and wash our hands, she leads me back to our room.
Just her presence here calms me. The stress of work fades away, until it’s only her and I. I want her here every day, to be able to touch her and kiss her at any moment. It keeps me up at night that I don’t know where she lives. If she needed something, I couldn’t find her. If something ever were to go wrong, I couldn’t protect her. She’s the only sugar baby and omega I’ve ever been with. I thought it was going to be a simple transactional relationship, but she has this warmth to her, and I’ve never once felt like a client.
It always felt real and special—almost magical in a way I can’t explain.
Scent matches are rare, and yet I can’t help wondering if we are one. Would it be strange to pay her to get off her scent blockers? Even if we aren’t, I have a desperate need to know her real scent.
I expect her to go back to her desk so we can continue our campaign, but she has me sit down in my chair while she perches on my desk, slightly above me.
Excitement floods me. I love when she’s so close. My heart stops when she slowly opens her legs to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that skirt all night, exposing her silky pink center.
That’s the thing about sugar babies, sex or physical contact of any kind is never a requirement or guarantee. Her time is exchanged for money, but sugar babies make it very clear sex is only offered out of pure desire for the alpha. Knowing she wants me as bad as I want her is intoxicating.
I slide my chair towards her, pulling her into my lap. She unbuttons her fuzzy sweater until her perfect breasts are free. It's the dessert I needed. I cup one while I take the light-brownbud to my lips and suck. Swirling my tongue around her perfect point, my left hand lightly pinches the other peak. My dick throbs in my pants, but I need to focus on her. She arches into me, the happy noises she makes like music to me. She grinds against my hardness and I’ll wear that wet spot she’s making like a badge of honor.
I wedge two fingers between us at the spot I know she loves and let her hips move at the exact speed she needs till she screams my name. She may have come once, but I know she needs more.
My greedy girl.
I stand up, taking her with me, and flip her around so her chest is pressed up against my chair, her arms wrapping around the headrest for support. Her knees are on the seat, giving me a perfect view of her hovering rounded ass. I grab each cheek, spreading her open. There’s nowhere else on this planet I’d rather be than right here.
Two of my fingers enter her slowly, pumping in and out to prepare her for me, until she’s begging for another orgasm.
I glide my dick through the mess we’ve made, rubbing her slick down myself before sliding into her. Her pussy is enchanting. She’s so tight and each thrust goes deeper and deeper, her delectable gasps letting me know I’m hitting all the right spots.
The chair she’s presenting on bounces each time I drive into her, ricocheting her hips away from me before I pull her towards me and plunge back in. Her legs begin to shake and I know she’s close. I keep my same pace, pulling her up against my chest.
“Come for me, love.” And she does. I reach around to her clit, rubbing it to keep her orgasm going, purring for her.
Her head is tilted up with pleasure, giving me the perfect view of her release, my name on her lips, and the sight makesme come. I can’t knot her, but the bulb at the base of my dick pushes up against her soaking slit at my release.
We stay like that, gasping, my lips pressing into her neck till I guide myself out of her, rushing to the bathroom for a warm towel to clean up the mess. Elation pulses through me that I can always make her come like that. Before I presented as an alpha, I was a small teen, too scared to talk to girls and spending more time reading comic books than anything else. At that time, I could only dream of being with a woman as beautiful as her.
Once we’re clothed again, we sit on the patio where my telescope is, taking turns finding planets and constellations.
I’m finding Saturn when she hunches over, letting out a small groan. Alarm bells ring in my head. I rush to her and rub her back in gentle circles, which seems to help a bit, the stars forgotten. After a few minutes, she sits back up with a frown.
“I’m fine,” she says, pushing her shoulders back. A dazed expression glides over her features. “I should go home.”
