Innocent Harper

Innocent Sugar Baby Chapter 1

My innocent persona isn’t fake. I am as innocent as Cade believes. The only problem is… he thinks I’m pretending.

I laughed as I drank from my wine glass. My friend Everly and I were hanging out on Friday because both our “boyfriends” are busy.

We’re both Sugar Babies. Only Everly met her Daddy in person, when she broke his rules, he spanked her, then fucked her, and they fell in love. We met at college shortly after, and she showed me where she started.

I wanted the money, the lifestyle she had. I didn’t want to fuck some guy old enough to be my father, although Alec sounded very sweet. As a never even been kissed virgin, I was saving myself for marriage.

Okay, that was the old me. Until I was nineteen and realized that there are a lot of hot guys in the world and I’d like to kiss some before I choose one. If one chooses me. Then I arrived at college and realized I’m way too shy to talk to any hot guys in the world, or anyone, so at nearly twenty-one, I’m a kissing virgin.

But my relationship with Cade has been a revelation. I’ve learned A LOT about sex and men and women and submission and domination. He’s made me curious for more, more knowledge, more pleasure.

“Stop obsessing over your boy toy,” Everly said.

“He’s not a boy, and he’s not a toy. Not my toy.”

“Oh, right, you wish to be the toy. What’s he doing, anyway?”

“He’s at a conference. At some meet and greet night with important investors. Or clients. Or I forgot because I was thinking of ways to tell him…”

“That you want to meet him and jump his giant cock.”

“Well, I don’t know if I’d go that far.” Everly knows everything about me.

“I’m glad that the guys are busy, so we can hang out tonight.”

“Me too. I like this wine.”

“Alec’s influence again. It’s not that expensive even. Fifty bucks or something, but so good.”

I tune her out for a minute while she gushes about Alec. My thoughts turn, as they often do, to Cade. I open my phone and check my text messages in case he sent me a message. Nothing. Attention back on my friend, as she winds down and suggests starting the sappy romantic movie we chose.

“Sounds good.” I refilled my wineglass and leaned back on her plush sofa.

Before she could reach for the remote, her phone rang. She grabbed it off the table and squealed. “Alec. Hold on, this will be short.”

While they schmoozed, I sent a message to Cade that I was enjoying my night.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be right back,” Everly said, disappearing into her bedroom. The door closed with a loud click. She would not be back soon, so I read through my last messages.

My phone beeped. “I’m glad you’re enjoying your night. I’m bored as hell.”

“Everly is on the phone in her room with Alec, so I’m alone for a few minutes and bored too.”

My phone rang. “Hello,” I growled. “Aren’t you supposed to be talking up your investors?”

He groaned. “I did that until my brain hurt. I’m tired of sucking up to these assholes. What are you wearing, baby girl?”

“My cute pink jammies. The fuzzy pants and the little pink tank top with the bows, but I have a big sweater so it’s hiding.”

“Panties baby girl? You forgot the full details.”

“Oh yeah. The lacy pink ones. Not the dark pink, the light ones,” I cooed.

“And has my sweet honeypot been dripping today?”

“No, Sir.”

“We’ll have to fix that.”

“Yes, Sir.” I sat straight in my chair, setting my glass aside. A giggle floated from Everly’s room.

“Rub your fingers along your slit outside your panties.”

I wiggled my hand into my pajama pants and dragged a finger across the soft cotton. My body surged to clamp on my hand, to rush for release. Or at least get myself as wet as he wanted.

“Breath Harper. Slow down.”

He knew me too well. “I’m okay.”

“You’re impatient.”

“I can’t help it.” Nor can I help the whine in my words.

“Harper…” his voice was a warning.

“Sorry.”

“If I ever get my hands on you, you will be.” His soft threat made me shiver. I wanted it to be a promise.

“Sorry.” What else can I say? That I want him to show up and make the fantasy reality.

“I should deny you.”

“Deny me what?”

“Pleasure. Orgasm. But I’d be denying myself, so quickly make yourself come, so I have something to fantasize about when I am alone.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I mean it, Harper. Before your friend returns.”

I closed my thighs on my hand and rubbed my clit with my palm while I imagined Cade jerking off in his room, fantasizing about me.

“Don’t be shy. I need to hear you Harper.”

Oh god. The vocalization of my pleasure is always tough.

“I know you can even though it’s harder for you to orgasm with your hand.” Much easier with a vibrator. I’m addicted to that fucking sensation.

I moaned softly as the tension wound around me. “Tell me again.”

Our favorite fantasy. “On your hands and knees, bent over the end of my thousand dollar silk sofa. A pretty little lace dress, the skirt pulled up around your waist and cute pink panties around your ankles. My dick pounding your bare puffy cunt. You are no longer a virgin now. I have defiled you, ruined your innocence. Marked you as mine.”

“Oh god, yes. Please. Ruin me.” I rocked my hips faster with his story.

“You are so tight around me. Squeezing me with every thrust, begging me for more.”

“Yes. I want more. I want all of you.”

 My fingers flew furiously on my clit, rushing toward what he commanded.

If he spoke anymore, rushing blood in my ears drowned his words out as I exploded in orgasm. My toes curled as fireworks shot off under my skin, leaving me shimmering in a golden light. “Oh, shit.” I slumped on Everly’s plush sofa, my hands in my underwear, soaked from the orgasm, from the arousal. From Cade.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

I needed to touch him, to fuck him, to be ruined by him. Lose my virginity, give him the last vestige of my innocence. I swallowed the wish and removed my hand, planning on wiping it on my pants.

“Taste yourself, baby girl. Lick all that sweet honey from your fingertips for me.”

My hand shot to my mouth, but I was more tentative as I licked my damp fingertips. The taste was sweet, so I sucked them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around.

“What does it taste like?”

“Sweet, little salty.”

“I wish I could taste you.” He groaned as he spoke the fantasy.

“Me too.” My lips suck in a gulp of air. We have an unspoken agreement to not wish to meet. Cade wasn’t ready for even a physical relationship after his wife died a few years ago.

We fell into silence. Harsh breathing mingling.

He could be changing. I’m not his first sugar baby, but I am his favorite. So far. And the money is good.

Was he thinking the same thoughts as me? Or something else?

“Yeah.” He broke the quiet. “You should wash before your friend catches you and I need to return to the party.”

“Okay Daddy.”

He growled, “Don’t start, Harper. We’ll never hang up.”

I smiled, knowing I had a small amount of power, a similar effect on him. “Good night Cade. Sleep well.” I clicked end, so he didn’t continue.

Everly’s door opened. “Are you done?”

My face turned five shades of red. “Yes.”

“Are you embarrassed you masturbated to Cade’s sexy voice on my sofa?” She laughed. “I was doing the same with Alec. Only I sent pictures.”

“He said he wishes he could taste me.”

“Did you tell him you fantasize day and night about his big dick pounding your virgin body?”

“That’s his fantasy. What we talked about.” I stood. “Bathroom. Then more wine.”

“I’ll start the movie.”

My phone beeped as I dried my hands. “I love when you play innocent, but we both know you were far more dirty than you pretend.”

I read his message three times. Sugar Babies sometimes take a role or persona to fill their Daddy’s fantasies. Does Cade think my innocence is an act? If we meet, will he expect someone experienced?