by Hamel, B. B.
Fake It For Daddy
Sugar Daddy Series 1
BB Hamel
Contents
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1. Paige
2. Leon
3. Paige
4. Leon
5. Paige
6. Leon
7. Paige
8. Leon
9. Paige
10. Leon
11. Paige
12. Leon
13. Paige
14. Paige
15. Leon
16. Paige
17. Leon
18. Paige
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1
Paige
“I quit.”
I say the words as loudly and clearly as I can manage. I take a deep breath and stare straight ahead, keeping my face as calm as I can. I feel strong, I feel powerful. Nobody is going to walk all over me.
“I quit,” I say again. “I quit. I quit, asshole. Hey, listen, dickhead. I fucking quit. Fuck you and your stupid company, you uptight pretentious dick.”
I sigh and put my hands on the bathroom counter. I shake my head at my stupid reflection in the mirror, feeling totally lame and pathetic.
Who am I kidding? I’m not going to say any of this to Leon Price. He may be controlling and overbearing and very possibly insane, but he’s still one of the wealthiest and most powerful real estate developers in the whole country. The guy owns, like, half of New York City practically.
I’m just his lowly personal assistant. More like I’m his pathetic, weak, loser Person Punching Bag. Okay, maybe it’s not that bad, but Leon is a total freak. He needs everything perfect and if I make one teeny-tiny mistake, he hands me my ass on a silver platter, already chewed out.
I want to quit, but I know I can’t. He pays me way more than I’d make doing pretty much anything else, and let’s face it, living in New York isn’t cheap. Because of him, I can afford a decent apartment in a decent neighborhood. I just have to put up with demanding hours and his random whims.
“Pathetic dork,” I say to the reflection in the bathroom mirror. “You’re not even going to keep that dress.”
I sigh and look down at myself. I’m wearing this insanely expensive black dress, just a hint of cleavage, just a little short, but still tasteful. Leon all but demanded I purchase it and wear it tonight.
We’re having dinner with two of his latest… clients, I guess they are, although I’m not really sure. They’re these weird European people, French, I think. They speak English with a slight British and French accent, which sounds unsurprisingly amazing.
I’m pretty sure they’re a married although they don’t act like it. The woman is tall and willow-thin and pale and blonde and basically absolutely gorgeous in an old black and white movie star kind of way. The guy is short and stocky and darker. They’re more or less opposites, and also the chicest people I’ve ever met in my life.
Leon has been distant and rude all night and the two French people have basically ignored me. I don’t know why I’m here, except to show them that he can push around his assistant however he wants.
Well, okay, I did bring all the plans for the hotel they want to build in some tiny country I’ve never heard of. But still, I barely need to be here.
I turn the water on and let it run for a second while I get a hold of myself. It’s not that bad, I chant inwardly. The money is too good to pass up.
Except I really want to quit. I really want to be done with this. It’s just becoming too much for me, and anyway, I have some money saved up. Maybe I could walk away, live on my savings until I found something else…
Just as I’m forming my master plan, there’s a bang at the bathroom door that makes me jump. I blink rapidly, not sure what to do.
“Uh, occupied,” I call out.
“I know it’s occupied,” a deep, resonant voice hisses on the other side of the door. “Open up.”
I hesitate a second. I know that voice. I know it very, very intimately. I want to just leave the door locked and pretend that my asshole boss isn’t demanding that I let him into the bathroom while I’m using it.
“Why?” I ask, surprising myself.
There’s a brief pause. I can picture the look on his face. Angry and surprised I’d do anything but respond with blind obedience.
“Open. The. Door. Paige.”
I sigh and glance at myself in the mirror. Pathetic.
I pull the door open and my boss, Leon Price, barges into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Leon is in his late thirties, which makes him shockingly young for how successful he’s been. He’s tall and muscular and I’m pretty sure he must work out for like twenty hours a day to stay as ripped as he is. There’s a perpetual five o’clock shadow on his stupidly handsome face that I have no clue how he keeps so perfectly groomed. His hair is dark and pushed back, styled just so, but it’s his eyes that always get me. Startlingly green, almost like emeralds.
In short, my boss is a total controlling psycho, but he’s also the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life. He makes movie stars look like boring pigs. The man could’ve been a model.
He walks over to the bathroom sink and leans against it. We’re at his apartment at the top of one of the towers he owns. The bathroom is fairly spacious with a wide double sink and two mirrors over the vanity. There’s a full shower stall a few feet away and everything is polished to a fine gleam, mostly because I made sure this place got cleaned top to bottom this morning.
He stares at the floor for a second and I have to frown. I’ve never seen Leon frazzled in my life. Normally he’s totally controlled, but this…
“I need your help.” He looks up at me and I swear, his eyes are almost…
Pleading?
And did he just… ask?
“Uh, okay,” I manage to say. “Why are we in the bathroom again?”
He blinks and shakes his head. “No time. Listen, I need you to do something for me. If you can do it, I’ll pay you.”
“Pay me?” I clear my throat. “Don’t you already pay me to do whatever you need?”
He glances away, almost like he’s embarrassed.
I think I’m going insane. I’ve never seen Leon embarrassed, let alone ask for something or offer to pay me extra or…
It’s times like these that I wish I would listen to the little alarm bells that go off in the back of my head. See, I swear, most people hear it when the alarms go off. Most people listen to the blaring, screaming, shrieking alarms that say Pull up! Pull up! Something’s wrong here! Except I’ve never been able to.
Probably part of why I’m still working for this man.
“What is it?” I press.
His beautiful crystal green eyes turn to mine and I swear I feel a chill run down my spine.
“I need you to fake an orgasm for me.”
I blink once, twice, then smile stupidly. “Are you joking?”
“No,” he says. “Sadly, I’m not. If you’re willing to fake an orgasm for me, right here, right now, I’ll pay you ten grand.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a chec
kbook.
“Do you just carry a checkbook around?”
He waves that off. “I’m serious, Paige. I need this. I know it’s crazy but it’s important and we don’t have time. Can you do it?”
“I mean…” I trail off.
Can I do it?
I think so. I think I’m capable. I’ve had boyfriends in the past, you know, boyfriends that weren’t exactly… capable or experienced. Boyfriends with fragile egos. So sure, yeah, maybe I faked it once or twice, but that’s no big deal.
It’s better just to fake it and move on than have to explain myself a million times. It’s not you, it’s me, blah blah blah, although of course it’s always them, at least mostly.
“Can you do it?” he presses. “Convincingly. Not some porn star screaming. Can you make me believe you’re coming right here in this bathroom with me?”
I blink rapidly and I can feel my cheeks turn red. Suddenly I’m picturing Leon’s hands all over my body, his insanely attractive lips inches from mine, his soft but still somehow firm lips grazing my neck, his fingers lifting my dress, his body pinning mine against the wall as he takes…
I shiver and have to look away. “Right now?” I ask in a soft voice.
He comes closer to me, staring at me like he wants to rip my dress off. “Right now,” he says gently. “I need this, Paige. Please. If you can’t do it, I might lose this deal, and…” He trails off. “Ten thousand dollars for one fake orgasm. Or we can make it real, if that’s what you need.”
I shake my head so fast I swear I nearly break my neck. “No, no, I can fake it. I can fake it.”
“Okay,” he says softly, putting the checkbook down on the vanity. He looks at me and we just stare at each other in silence for a second. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I look away from him, blushing furiously. This is insane. I mean, absolutely insane. How does me faking an orgasm help him with this business deal? Clearly it’s important if he’ll pay me ten grand for it… and holy shit, ten grand. That would be huge.
I really could quit then. I could quit and walk away from him. One fake orgasm, and I’ll be free.
I can’t do it, though. As we stand there in silence, his eyes staring at my body, I can’t do it. I want to, I want to moan and groan and gasp and scream his name so convincingly that I actually do finally get off, but I’m too embarrassed, there’s too much pressure.
He steps closer and we’re inches apart. “Paige,” he says softly, almost a whisper. “Oh, shit. That’s good.” His voice is pitched low, almost a groan. He lets out this gentle grunt and it almost startles me.
I bite my lip and meet his gaze again. I can feel excitement pooling between my legs as I picture what he’d be doing to me right now if this were for real.
Spreading my legs wide, licking me top to bottom.
Bending me over, spanking my ass, sliding his cock deep between my legs.
Pulling my hair, rolling his fingers along my soaking wet clit.
Oh, shit.
“Leon,” I whisper, almost a strangled gasp. Almost a moan.
He nods once, his eyes burning hot. “Shit,” he grunts.
“Oh, god,” I groan. I bite my lip and close my eyes, tilting my head back. I start breathing faster, louder. I can feel my skin flush with excitement.
I picture it all, everything I want from him. I picture him punishing me in the office, spanking me raw before fucking me rough. I picture crawling on my knees toward him, taking his cock deep into my mouth, sucking him fast until he comes. I picture him licking me from behind and making me come, over and over again, before he finally lets me crawl away, still shaking and moaning with pure, intense pleasure.
I start to let my breathing turn to moans. I don’t know where any of this is coming from but I swear, I’m in the moment for real. It’s almost like he’s really touching me. He groans and grunts softly as I put on my performance, but I barely hear him.
I’m totally lost in the moment. I’m groaning, gasping. I grab the edge of the vanity and toss my hair back.
I open my eyes and look at him. “Oh, fuck, Leon,” I groan. “Please. Please. Don’t stop.”
He’s staring at me like he’s starving and the look in his eyes nearly shocks me out of it. I never in a million years thought I’d see something like that from him… but he’s looking at me like he really wants to pin me down and fuck me right now.
“Careful,” he croons. “You can’t be too loud.”
“Oh, fuck. Sorry. Sorry. Just don’t stop.”
I have to look away from him. God, if he keeps looking at me like that, I’m afraid I’ll throw myself at him and do something really stupid.
Instead, I keep panting, quieter now but faster. I gasp suddenly, higher pitched, and he groans.
I swear, it’s the best performance imaginable. It goes on for a few minutes, both of us going back and forth, groaning and gasping but not touching, not even looking at each other.
And it’s the hottest thing of my entire life.
I’m dripping wet, practically pooling down my leg. I’m embarrassed, exposed, and so goddamn excited that I can barely stand. My knees are weak and my heart’s racing like wild.
And all I can do is moan louder, louder. We go faster now and I can see our bodies pinned tight together, writhing and moving and groaning. I can feel him between my legs, deep inside my slick pussy, fucking me, grinding into me, pushing me closer.
“Oh, fuck, Leon,” I gasp. “Keep going. Keep going. Oh, yes, oh yes, oh, god yes.”
“Come for me, little darling,” he croons. “Come on my big cock, you dirty girl. I want to see you come for Daddy.”
I blink and stare at him for a second. Daddy? Shit. That’s actually pretty hot.
But I shake my head and bite my lip hard. “Yes,” I groan. “Yes, oh, god yes.”
And this is it. I can feel it. I gasp and moan and grip the vanity and I come… sort of.
I fake it.
I let the fake orgasm rip through me. I arch my back and gasp, pretending to try and stay quiet. I whisper his name and let it devolve into moans of pleasure.
I fake it for Leon.
For Daddy.
Oh, shit.
Slowly I finish. He finishes himself with a low grunt and a groan, like he just came inside of me, or he came on my breasts, or in my mouth. Hell, I think I’d let him come on my face, just so I can taste it afterward.
We finish and silence sits between us. I finally force myself to look at him. He’s burning with something, his eyes staring into mine like he’s going to rip off my dress. I think he might actually do it as he steps closer to me.
He puts a hand on my lower back. He pulls me against him.
I swear I feel his hard cock against my stomach. His huge, hard cock.
“Good job,” he whispers. “You earned every cent.”
Without another word, he steps back, pulls a pen from his jacket, and writes a check.
I stand there, flushed and breathing fast and just watch as he finishes up. He tears the check free and hands it to me.
“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing it into my hand. “Now put that somewhere safe.”
I nod once, stupefied.
“Thanks,” I manage to say.
“No, thank you.” He leans forward again to whisper in my ear. “You were incredible. I can only imagine the real thing is even better.”
Without another word, he leaves the bathroom, and I swear I collapse into a puddle of my own excitement as soon as the door shuts.
That must’ve been a dream. There’s no other way to explain what just happened. But as I sit there, catching my breath, I look down at the piece of paper in my hand.
At the ten-thousand-dollar check.
I quickly slip it into my little clutch, careful not to rip it. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m still flushed, and I’m actually sweating a little bit.
“What the hell was that?” I whisper to myself before shaking my head. “Get it together, Pa
ige. You’re free now.”
I take a deep breath and let it out.
God, I can quit. Once I cash this check, at least. Then I’m out of here.
Except I’m not so sure it’s ever going to be so simple again. Not as the memory of what just happened lingers in my mind.
Because if the fake thing could be that incredibly good…
I think I might be insane enough to want to know if the real thing can be even better.
2
Leon
I step out of my bathroom and have to pause in the hallway. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my entire life and I can’t return to dinner like this. Cerise will notice and she’ll wonder.
Fucking Cerise. I hope to god she heard that little performance. If she did, there won’t be any question at all that I’m dating Paige.
Well, I’m not really, of course. That’s just the excuse I used to get away from her.
Fucking hell. I didn’t think this through, but it happened so fast.
And then that performance back there. Shit, I swear… I think that was better than a lot of sex I’ve had in my life.
I’ve never seen anything sexier. Not a single moment in my life can hold a candle to what just happened in that bathroom… and we weren’t even doing anything for real.
She was just faking it for me. And it was better than anything I could’ve imagined.
I take another deep breath, willing myself to calm down. I shut my eyes and recite all the addresses of all the buildings I own in the city. When that’s done, I move on to Philadelphia, Chicago, Los Angeles, Berlin, Madrid. Finally, when I’m done with Stockholm, my cock is soft enough that I can walk without fear of stabbing something.