A Sugar Daddy’s Secret: Billionaire Romance

by Kathleen Hill

  “Hey babe?” she asked as she pulled his hardness away for a second.

  “Y-yeah?” Trevor choked out, his thighs twitching.

  “I… I want you tonight. Is that okay?”

  Trevor grinned. “It’s more than okay, dear.” He nearly growled his words as he reached down to cup the side of Brenda’s face, using his thumb to stroke her cheek. “I need to get you ready. Do you really think you can take this?” he asked as he grasped his length to stroke it in front of her.

  Brenda smirked and said, “I guess we’ll just have to see then, won’t we?”

  “Mmm,” Trevor hummed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Brenda’s, tasting his saltiness on her, but her sweet lips seemed to override anything he’d tried to taint. “Lie back, babe,” he said as he pulled away from her. It was hard to resist looking into Brenda’s eyes with anything but undying lust, but Trevor kept his head bowed and lick his lips as he watched Brenda sprawl out on the bed again.

  Trevor dove headfirst between Brenda’s legs, snaring the side of her panties with one of his fangs and pulling it down. His dragon was clawing at him—pushing him to get in there, so he didn’t have time for teasing. Maybe when I’m not so pent up, Trevor thought as he clawed Brenda’s panties down her legs and tossed them to the side. “There’s a condom on the stand beside the bed,” Trevor said before he inhaled Brenda’s rich, feminine scent. Her smell filled his nostrils and clouded his senses. He didn’t even hear her take the condom out as his tongue darted out to taste her hot, needy flesh.

  Brenda grasped the sheets with both hands and Trevor used his shoulders to part Brenda’s legs further. Get ready, babe… I’m feeling hungry. Trevor dragged his tongue up from the bottom of Brenda’s slit up to her slit slowly, making sure to shimmy it along her lips and twirl it around the tip of her clit. “Mmm,” he hummed as Brenda let out a faint moan. He felt a hand at the back of his head, running its nimble fingers through his hair and it gave him an idea.

  Trevor brought two fingers up, slipped them into his mouth for a moment and suckled on them before putting them against Brenda’s entrance. To tease her at first, he softly traced them up and down the outside, daring to prod the tips inside of her entrance. He relished in the sweet, savory flavors dancing on his tongue, but the dragon in him demanded more. A low growl rustling in his throat, he took Brenda’s pulsing clit into his lips and started to suckle on it as the gush of warm fluids rushed past his fingers.

  Slowly, he twisted his fingers inside of her and pumped in and out of her tight, dripping hole. Her juices coated every inch of his fingers and he could tell how she’d feel around his cock. It made his manhood jump and drip pre-cum onto the sheets, but he didn’t mind—he’d be inside of her soon enough.

  Brenda writhed and squirmed, her thighs twitching with each flick across her clit he gave her with his tongue. “Fuck, Trevor!” Brenda cried as she grasped Trevor’s hair tightly. “F-fuck… That feels so… Ah-ah!” Brenda’s attempts at words turned into words of pleasure and Trevor growled, satisfied with her symphony of sounds.

  “That’s it, baby… Sing to me…” he growled in a feral tone right against her clit, making it vibrate. He gave it a little kiss before pulling away from it, but kept his fingers inside of her, pushing them in further until his knuckle met her wetness. “You feel ready for me, babe?” he asked with a soft grin, licking his lips sensually.

  “Mm-hmm,” she hummed, nodding. Trevor reached out to take the condom she’d held for him and noticed there was already a tear to open it. “Thought I’d help you out,” Brenda said as Trevor gave her a curious look.

  “Thanks, babe,” Trevor said with a smirk, pulling the condom out and rolling it onto his stiff cock. In seconds, he was positioning his tip at her entrance and readying himself to go inside of her. He held his base with one hand as he started to push in, while he reached out to Brenda and took one of her breasts into his hand. Trevor grunted, closing his eyes as Brenda moaned. Her walls seemed to hold onto him and clamp down around him, pulling him in more and slowly inching his entirety into her.

  “Hah…” Trevor huffed, leaning down to press his lips to Brenda’s before burying his head at the side of her neck. He lapped at her neck, softly scraping his teeth against it as he threw his hips back, starting to pull himself out before pushing himself back in. Brenda squirmed and moaned at every move Trevor made at first, but as he got into a rhythm, steadily going faster, her moans turned into pants and excited cries of pleasure.

  “Oh yes!” Brenda moaned. “Harder, baby! Harder!”

  Trevor bit down harder on her hot flesh, feeling his fangs starting to come out a little as he vigorously thrust into her again and again, making sure to get his full, thick and throbbing length inside of her with every inward thrust. “Fuck!” Trevor cried as he started to feel the flames at his core and his climax building. He knew he wouldn’t last long from Brenda’s teasing and her tight walls clenching his cock—milking it for all it was worth.

  Before Trevor could say it, Brenda cried, “I-I… Trevor… Trevor, oh my God! I’m gonna…!” Brenda’s walls clamped down even tighter around Trevor’s hardness as a gush of warm juices ran down Trevor’s length.

  Trevor threw his head back at the height of his pleasure, unable to hold back the feral howl coming from the depths of his throat. With a few spurts, he filled the condom, and the waves of pleasure completely overtook him, making him fall down on top of Brenda while he was still panting. “F-fu… F-fuck, Brenda…”

  Brenda stroked Trevor’s side as he pulled out of her and she shuddered, gasping herself. Trevor felt calm. The calmest and warmest he’d ever felt, but his settled mind only made him think of one thing. Oh shit… I still haven’t told her… He was about to open his mouth, but Brenda wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. As she nestled into his chest, falling asleep he sighed and said, “I’ll tell you in the morning.”

  Chapter 5

  Still coming out of his dream, Trevor rolled over onto what he expected to be Brenda’s slim frame, but was instead lying beside a pillow. “What the…?” he asked himself quietly, slowly opening his eyes and trying to peer out of the blurry vision. He squeezed the soft pillow in his arms and his eyes shot open. “What the fuck?!” he shouted louder than he’d intended.

  “Okay… Calm down, calm down,” he told himself as he let the pillow go and sat up in his bed. He took a deep breath and listened for anything to indicate that he wasn’t alone in his apartment—that someone else was there with him.

  He pulled himself out of bed and drudged into the kitchen, stretching his arms out. “Hello?” he asked. “Anyone there?” Trevor looked around and peered around every corner of the place. There wasn’t even a note on any countertop or table. He was completely alone and it was as if Brenda had never been there.

  I didn’t even get the chance to tell her, Trevor thought as he sat down on the couch, pulling all of his limbs together to form a ball. God dammit! What the hell is wrong with me? He sat motionless atop the cushion. The mixture of anger and sadness was too much for him. Neither him nor the dragon knew which side to take or what emotion to let take over, so Trevor stayed in his thoughts.

  Trevor stayed in the same space for what felt like a few minutes, but instead he was there for hours in reality. The phone rang a few times and in a somewhat zombified state, Trevor absentmindedly reached for his phone and checked the caller ID. Every time it was Brenda, but he couldn’t bear to face what he thought to be denial, so he tossed the phone away from him after ripping the battery out. “Ugh…” Trevor groaned. He didn’t feel like doing anything at that moment and couldn’t even motivate himself to open his laptop up to check for more work. In one night, he’d lost all of his energy and inhibition.

  He remained locked in his mind until he heard several knocks on the door. “Who could that be…?” he asked himself even though he thought he knew the answer to it already. Begrudgingly, he got off the couch and lumbered over to his front door
. He didn’t bother looking through the peek hole and opened the door to see a large, blond man dressed in a white t-shirt and white pain splotched jeans. All he could think to say when he saw him was, “Oh. Who are you?”

  “Hello, I’m Brenda’s brother. Ted. She told me to come here and check on ya. Been trying to get a hold of ya all day, don’t ya know?” He crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame, seemingly chewing on something.

  “Yeah. I don’t wanna talk to her. Bye, Ted,” Trevor replied coldly, going to close the door. For some reason, seeing Ted standing outside the door made something flare up in Trevor as if he hadn’t been stuck in the same slump for the last few hours.

  Before the door closed, Ted stuck his foot between it and the frame and then wedged himself in. “Now hold on there, buddy,” he said as he pried it open. Trevor growled quietly. “I wasn’t done talking to…”

  “Don’t care. Not really in the mood for chitchat.” Trevor started to close the door again, but Ted pushed back against it, sending Trevor reeling back because of the sudden burst of strength. He’s stronger than he looks. “You’re not getting the idea here,” Trevor growled as he pointed his finger at Ted. “I told you I didn’t wanna talk and if you’re not gonna get out of here, then I’ll have to make you.”

  Ted stepped through the door and closed it behind him. “I’m not leaving until you listen what she has to say, all right?” He took another step forward and Trevor took a step back, both of his hands curling into fists and trembling at his sides. “I just need you to calm down and we’ll talk this out like men, all right?”

  That’s funny. I’m not feeling like too much of a man right now. Trevor’s vision went blurry and before he could stop himself, he tackled Ted and pinned him to the wall. Their hands met and Trevor tried to push Ted to the ground while Ted tried to keep Trevor away. Trevor snarled at the blond, forcing him lower and lower until he collapsed beneath him. His next move was to pick him up, but Ted kicked Trevor’s legs from under him, making him fall to the ground with a loud thud.

  Ted climbed on top of Trevor and tried to force his weight down onto him, but the shifter’s strength was too much for him and Ted rolled onto his side. Trevor shook his head, trying to see through the blurry vision of rage, but could only clearly tell when Ted was moving—rolling away from him. “There you are,” Trevor growled lowly as he swiped Ted with one of his claws.

  “Ack!” Ted grunted as he pulled his arm away from Trevor and gave him a swipe of his own in the form of a punch across Trevor’s jaw. The hit hardly fazed Trevor in his fit of rage, but he could tell that the blow had an effect on Ted. “What the fuck?” he asked himself as he looked at Trevor in a way he couldn’t understand. Even through his distorted vision, he could tell something was off, but couldn’t quite come to his senses enough to stop.

  “Why won’t you listen to me?” Ted asked as he shoved Trevor back instead of readying another blow. Trevor paused for a second, dwelling on the question before his anger took over again—the feral dragon inside of him not letting any of his words matter to him. The shifter raised his hand and swung, but narrowly missed the side of Ted’s head, instead impacting the wall behind him. Trevor yowled in pain, slowly reeling it back. “All I wanted to do was come here and tell you why she left.”

  Ted’s words only managed to rekindle the clear memory Trevor had that morning. How he’d woken up cold and alone even though he was expecting the warmth of a female body beside him. It was the last straw—it’d broken the camel’s back. He couldn’t take anymore rejection. Not like this.

  “I was wrong about her,” Trevor growled as he grabbed Ted’s leg and threw him onto the couch.

  Ted grunted and said, “Yeah, and apparently she was wrong about you too. She said she really liked you… I don’t see why.” Ted wiped off some of the drool leaking out the side of his mouth. “I wasted my time coming here.”

  Trevor scoffed. “If she likes me so much, why’d she leave, huh?” The tone of the man inside of him overrode that of the beast’s growl. “I wouldn’t have left her…”

  “She had to work, you idiot!” Ted seemed to his as he sat up on the couch and leered at Trevor.

  At last, Ted’s words seemed to reach Trevor and he paused, his dragonish features reverting. “What?” he asked, awestruck.

  Ted shook his head a few times and said, “Are you being serious right now, buddy? She sent me over here to check up on you because she felt bad about having to leave in such a hurry.” He sighed, looking over his bruised hand. “Now I can see why. You’re fucking insane!”

  The expression on Trevor’s face faded into a defeated frown and he walked over to Ted. “No… I’m just… I didn’t know she’d…”

  “So you beat up her brother to get some revenge? Are you fucked in the head or something?” The glare Ted shot Trevor was enough to send a shiver down his spine and even though he wasn’t anywhere near it, he felt as if he’d been cornered. The shifter swallowed dry air, choking over the words that didn’t get tangled in his tongue.

  “I… I’m sorry. I’ve had a rough week and I guess I just kind of…completely lost my shit.” Trevor forced himself to look into Ted’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I really, really like your sister and when I thought she might’ve… I was stupid. I am stupid.”

  Ted nodded. “Damn right you are,” he responded. “I don’t know if I’m into you dating my sis after this. Why should I trust you?”

  Trevor could feel the metaphysical embodiment of his tail whip around fiercely. “Everything I did to you would be ten times worse to anyone who ever so much as thought to hurt her.”

  Ted huffed in understanding. “I see… Well, I guess we all have those kinds of days, right? Sometimes something just has to give…” The weight on Trevor’s chest started to feel a little lighter and a small grin worked its way across his face. As soon as Ted saw it, he added: “If you ever did anything to her you’d be dead where you stand.” His voice turned much deeper and Trevor felt the familiar chill run down his spine again. After a few seconds of silence, Ted asked, “Got that, pretty boy?”

  Trevor decided to play off it as best he could. “I wouldn’t have it any other way when it comes to Brenda,” he added. Ted nodded a few times, seemingly pleased with Trevor’s response. “So, um… She left because…she had to work…?”

  “Yep,” Ted said. “She tried to call you all morning and you didn’t pick up, so she figured something must be wrong. She told me a lot about you, actually. Like how you work at home and all that. That’s why I thought it was kind of strange too, but… It looks like she was right about you then, eh? Considering you weren’t all right at all.”

  “Yeah, I’ve had better days…” Worse days too. “But I just wasn’t really expecting such a, um, pleasant surprise. Did I mention I was sorry for going berserk on you?”

  Ted held one of his hands up and said, “The sooner we stop talking about it, the sooner we can forget about it. I think you still owe my sister an apology though. She’s been worried sick about you for a few hours now. It’s even managed to mess with her work flow, which….never happens. It’s kind of weird, actually. The last guy she got really into was…” Ted lost himself in thought and then shook his head. “Eh. Never mind. It’s not really all that important.”

  “Okay, well… Should I call her or…?”

  “I think your best bet at this point would be to go in there and tell her what’s going on yourself. She’s usually on break for a bit around now, so this’ll be your chance to go and see her.”

  “Where does she work?”

  “Park ranger. I’ll give ya a ride to where she’s usually patrolling and yes, you can thank me now.”

  Chapter 6

  Ted let Trevor out of his truck near the entryway of the park. Trevor said, “Thanks,” he said as he got out.

  “Don’t mention it,” Ted replied before driving off. The park was farther than he would’ve liked it to be, but walking the distance as a dragon wouldn’t be as
bad. Thinking about his dragon form as he walked down the park pathway, Trevor couldn’t help but remember the fact that he still hadn’t told Brenda. She’d been worrying about him and been honest with him the entire time and yet he couldn’t get up the nerve to tell her his most important secret.

  Ted told Trevor where to find Brenda—by one of the benches where the kids usually played. It was in the middle of a school day, however, which meant no kids. Lunch hadn’t hit yet so the adults were absent as well. Everything was quiet. Almost a little too quiet for Trevor to be comfortable with. He stayed alert since he knew he most common folk were joggers. There was even a chance that a few seniors would come around the park benches to feed the birds.

  It didn’t matter to him though. The building pressure and the heat in his chest let him know his mind was made up. Brenda was going to know who he truly was. She deserved to know even if it meant losing her.

  Trevor reveled in the scents all around him even though he was still in his human form. His naturally heightened senses made him feel at home at the park and for a brief moment, he wondered why he didn’t come here often. I really have been missing a lot out here, haven’t I? He thought to himself as he passed the fountain set in the middle of the park.

  Just a few feet ahead of him, he could make out what looked like Brenda eating a sandwich on one of the benches. His first thought was to run up to her immediately, but a better idea came to mind as he remembered how he would walk home later on that night. Trevor looked around for a spot there weren’t too many people and started to disrobe in front of some bushes. Just this once, he thought as he took a deep breath and focused his energy, channeling it into doing what he wanted it to. Let’s show her who I really am.

  When Trevor came out from behind the bush again, he was no longer a man and instead a jet black dragon. The smells and sensations that he’d grown accustomed to as a man nearly overpowered him as a dragon, but he pressed on down a less challenging path as he made his way to Brenda. He could clearly smell her sandwich—made of bacon, lettuce, and tomato—as he padded closer. His stomach got the better of him and before he could stop himself, he lunged at the half beside her on the bench and scarfed it down.