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heavenlyherron · 3 years

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(This is for an anonymous reader.

If you are just in it for the smut then move down to where it says "Kylie's POV"

THIS IS ALSO PRETTY LONG!!! (2,357 words)

Set in New York

I'm changing it up a bit but I will also make a part 2 to this since I love it so much already.)

SUGAR DADDY (C•B)

(3rd Person POV)

"Kylie!" Corbyn called out for his intern.

She walks in shortly after. Her wavy hair was left down, laying across her left shoulder. Her white button up shirt tucked into her black pencil skirt. The top two buttons of the shirt unbuttoned, slightly showing her cleavage and collarbones. The outfit hugged her body perfectly in every way.

With all that, she immediately caught his eye.

Corbyn looked her body up and down, taking in all her stunning features. He bit the tip of his pen before speaking.

"Bring me the file from my newest client." He commanded in a low, raspy tone.

Kylie left to retrieve what he had asked for. She sways her hips, teasing him without her even knowing.

She walked in with a large red file. "Here you go sir." She spoke shyly.

He nodded his head in response, gesturing for her to take a seat on one of the black leather love seats.

After work hours were peaceful and quiet, the only noise being rain and thunder booming throughout the atmosphere of the office, muffled from the outside. No one working except for him and Kylie. The room dark except for the small lamp on his desk, bringing a mysterious aspect to his fairly large office, just the way he liked it.

Mr. Besson is one of the most powerful men in the city, worshipped by all beneath his power and more. He had this way with people, manipulating them to do anything he pleased, making them his pet and Kiley just so happened to be one of them.

To be honest, Kylie wasn't interested in the internship program, but she needed something to do with her life instead of watching Netflix and eating junk food all the time. Each intern is assigned to a different corporation within New York and Corbyn's had chosen first.

Corbyn absolutely despised interns; always messing up his coffee order, mixing up his clients, fucking up all his work. He hated them whether they didn't fuck up his coffee or mix his clients up, he would just end up firing them before the first day.

As Corbyn looked at all the résumés, he came upon Kylie's. He looked it over closely.

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𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 (𝙺𝚈𝙻𝙸𝙴)

𝙰𝚐𝚎 (𝟷𝟽)

𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴)

𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 (𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙴)

𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 (𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶)

𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜 (𝙵𝙾𝙲𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙳, 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶)

𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 (𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽, 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳)

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No last name— very odd

17 years of age— which was younger than all of his applicants, which will make it easier for him to prepare her.

Zero work experience— Significant for him, he can teach her new things.

Zero references— Also very odd, but that gives him the chance to find out more about her work ethic.

Good with computers— Very useful for him and his business.

Focused and hard working— Doesn't slack off and obeys.

Stubborn and introverted— The stubborn part might be a problem, but the introvert part is something he can work with.

He flipped over the document to see her profile photo paperclipped to the back of it. His eyes went wide as he saw her photo, not expecting her to look so beautiful. He couldn't really tell a lot from the black and white photo, but he figured it was enough for him to work with.

From then on, Kylie worked for Corbyn as his intern. He hired her in less than a heart beat, not just because he was mildly attracted to the 17 year old but because she was different. Most of his interns were loud mouthed preppies who were only qualified because of their rich parents, but Kylie didn't come from that kind of environment. Kylie was more soft-spoken and more in tune to her beliefs, unlike his other interns. She didn't have any family or friends or anyone to look out for her, she only had herself and herself is all she thought she needed.

Corbyn took a liking to this shy, delicate girl, taking advantage of her mind as he implanted his knowledge into her thoughts. He was still stern and commanding towards her but less than the other employees.

As for Kylie, she became more comfortable with him around her. She paid attention to his every want and need but something was still different between them, and that difference that they were experiencing was the sexual tension.

For him, every movement she made was a turn on; whether it be standing up, walking around the office, or even her breathing. All he wanted to do was pick her up, throw her on a table and rip her clothes off her slender body and do her till she was withering from beneath him.

For her, she had the same problem. She knew how he felt about her, hearing his soft moans through his office door a he touched himself, hearing her name in the process. Hearing him in that state made her want him even more, resulting in her speeding to the bathroom to relieve the friction, imagining it was his fingers instead of her own.

But one day, everything changed.

Which brings us to the present.

(Kylie's POV)

I gaze in his direction, watching him intently looking over the file. I bit my lower lip, loving how focused he always was with his work. I smirk wondering how focused he'd be with me underneath him. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Corbyn grunts as he slammed the large folder on the desk.

I snap myself back into the real world, leaving my thoughts as I noticed his frustrated state. "Is everything alright, Mr. Besson?"

"Yeah," Corbyn sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Just a little frustrated right now."

"Anything I can do to help?" I asked, wondering why he was so frustrated all of a sudden.

Corbyn groaned as he stood up, slowly walking around his desk and standing behind Kylies leather chair. He leaned down to whisper in her ear as her body tensed up, lightly placing his hands on her shoulders.

"As a matter of fact," He whispered, his cold breath hitting my neck exposed skin. "There is one thing you can do for me."

My breathing became heavy, wondering if he was thinking the same thing. "Wh-what may that be sir?"

"I think you know, baby." He mumbles as he unbuttons the rest of my shirt, peppering my neck with kisses.

I moaned at the feeling of his soft lips move down my neck to my shoulder, leaving small love bites as moves her shirt down her upper half. Corbyn pulls off my shirt all the way before noticing I had no bra.

He takes one in each of his hands before massaging them.

"You know how long I've dreamt of this moment?" He whispered seductively as he began to strip me of my white button up shirt. "You quivering underneath me, screaming my name as I pound into your pretty little pussy."

Voice inaudible as he unzips my skirt, not caring if it was wrong or not. My knees buckle as he pulls the pencil skirt off my body. He lifts me up bridal style before my skirt could hit the floor and carries me to his desk.

By now I was in my underwear and sitting on his desk. Him kneeling down in front of my heat. We make eye contact as pulls the black, lace material down my thighs before sliding down my legs and sliding down, hanging from my feet. Corbyn grabs my underwear and flings them to wards the large window of his office.

"Remove the bra." He commanded. I obeyed, quickly removing the black, lace bra, revealing my perky boobs.

We made eye contact once again as he licked a stripe up and down my slit. "Sh-itttt daddy." I whimpered.

Chills ran throughout my body as he repeats his motions with his tongue. One hand slithered from my thighs to my waist as his other hand tweaks one of my hard nipples. My body shivers from his touch, his tongue working wonders on my dripping core.

Moans and whimpers broke through my lips, accompanied by small gasps every few minutes or so.

It felt like my core was on fire. I've never felt this kind of pleasure before in my life, it was all so foreign to me but he knew what to do and definitely knew how to do it. I couldn't think straight while Corbyn went down on me. My thoughts completely washed away.

I was a moaning mess as I tugged at his brown locks unaware of anything but this moment. "Oh my- FUCKKKKKKKK!" Out of nowhere, I felt two of his long fingers begin to pump in and out of me making me squeal. He stars out in a slow pace while gently sucking on my clit, making my hips jolt. He lightly bit down on the nub as he sucked on it. The familiar chills I had felt from before creep back up, roaming through my body.

I felt an unfamiliar knot in my stomach, like I was about to burst from the immense pleasure I was feeling. He adds another finger, moving at a faster pace. His fingers pound into me relentlessly, causing the knot to pull tighter and tighter until I released all over his fingers.

My body gave out as the upper half of my body falls back onto his desk. My chest heaving up and down as my juices drip from my heat onto the dusty blue carpet. "That felt... amazing!" Corbyn chuckles in response before getting up and walking away, leaving me confused.

I could hear Corbyn rushing to undress himself, his clothing thrown to different areas across the room.

I closed my eyes for a brief second before feeling Corbyn's hands wrap around my thighs, pulling me closer so he was in between my legs.

I could feel his boner press against my exposed core. "You ready, princess?" He smirks.

I nod rapidly, practically begging him too.

With that, he slowly pushes his tip into me, causing me to hiss at the contact. He leans down and pressed his lips on mine, distracting from the pain. I felt him push in little by little. He stops halfway, noticing tears slip from my eyes. He cups my face with his right hand as he holds my hip with his left. He moves his lips with mine before pushing in farther till his length was fully inside me. He let me adjust for a few minutes before moving in and out.

It started out as a sharp, painful feeling, but the more he thrusted into me, the more pleasure I felt.

I was finally able to let out soft moans and whimpers of pleasure, reassuring him I was alright.

"Faster!" I whimpered out.

He thrusts in faster, grunting while doing so. "So fucking tight for daddy!"

My hips buck up to meet his thrusts, trying to get more pleasure from him if that was even possible. I was immediately stopped by his strong hold on my hips.

"DON'T FUCKING MOVE!!!" He says before Pounding into me at a rapid pace.

"UGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I groaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, feeling him deep inside me.

My breathing became heavy, feeling him continuously hit my g-spot. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn't think properly, my mouth ajar, tongue slightly sticking out. I felt like I was in an out of body experience.

I suddenly felt the now familiar knot form in my stomach as I look into Corbyn's eyes.

His thrusts becoming sloppy as his face contorts from pleasure

"I'm g-gonna cummmmm!" I cry out as I felt the knot break, causing me to release all over his cock.

"Oh f-fuck baby! Corbyn cried out a moan before pulling out, releasing his load on her stomach.

Both our bodies warm to the touch. My chest heaving up and down as Corbyn picks me up and sets me back on the black, leather loveseat I was on earlier. He gets dressed back into his clothes before helping me with mine.

Once we were finished, I head for the door before I heard Corbyn's voice. "Wait!"

I turned around, immediately feeling his lips on mine, forming a passionate and loving kiss. I kissed him back with the same amount of love and passion.

"Let's make a deal." He suggested.

"A deal?" I questioned nervously.

"Yes, a deal." He smirks, biting his lip as he looks me up and down.

I gesture for him to tell me his proposition. "Go on then."

"I know you are barely qualified for this job and aren't living with family or going to school, but you are useful to me in many ways. So, I'm gonna help you out a bit." He proposes.

My eyes go wide and I began to worry. "Wh-what- How will you help me?"

"I'm gonna be your Sugar daddy. You're gonna live with me, I'm gonna buy you thing and provide for you in exchange for sex."

I sigh thinking about it for a second. "Okay, I'll do it"

He smiles before our lips crash once again.

"Oh, and just remember," He whispered before pulling me closer so we were chest to chest. "You're mine and only mine!"

With that, we both head to his car and drive off to his place.

(Well this was long overdue! I'm sorry I didn't post anything for awhile, I needed a break from writing. I haven't really been doing that well lately and I'm still trying to focus in school and helping out with my family, but I am gonna try to publish as much as I can for you guys. Anyways, love y'all and hope you enjoyed.)

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theguildedtypewriter · 5 years

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I was inspired... so I introduce The Night Garden

From @deepwaterwritingprompts “They said I would find answers in the Night Garden, and that it could very well cost me my life to get there.”

What they didn’t tell me is that I would not be giving my life in service, in honor, or in sacrifice. What they did not tell me is that it would not be a cost paid to a sword, or an ax, or an arrow.

What they did not tell me is that in paying that cost, in giving my life over, in relinquishing my hold over my own destiny...

I would be giving it to Her.

The Night Garden was in full bloom and the intoxicating smell of too many things to count was almost too much for me to handle. It was sweet and hot and heavy and creeping its way down my lungs, into my brain.

It was exactly what I had been warned of.

I was sucking it in, that thick air with its charm and spicy and delirium. I was drinking it down by the lungfuls even as I felt my head get light and my thoughts screamed at me.

As I fell to my knees gasping, I heard a chirp and rustle near me in the bushes of roses, or were they snapdragons?

Night Garden. Things are nothing I’ve seen.

The sound was enough to pull me from the smell thick in the air. I stood up, shakily, and struggled to focus my eyes on the darkness in front of me. The heart of the Garden was near, and I was but feet away from completing my task. The air was still clawing at the back of my mind though, and it still made me want to suck in great gulps and let it drown me in the weight of its magick.

I shook my head. I knew I must press on. I knew in my bones, and my bones proved stronger than the air. For now.

The mysteries in the Night Garden were uncounted. No one had returned from an in-depth search to relay the traps and triggers that awaited in the gorgeous shadows of the accursed space. And so I was woefully unprepared for the rank beauty that wept from the starlit leaves and branches and folds of light.

Tears were flowing down my cheek in endless drops that dribbled onto the ground beneath my feet that made no sound. Moss, grass, forest clouds that stretched for miles? I couldn’t tell what I walked on. Did I walk on it? Or did it permit me to lift my feet and then set them back down somewhere else?

The Garden was directionless. I believed with all my heart that I was walking forward but between the tears in my eyes and shifting shapes that were both animal and plant I could have been diving into an ocean of tragically gorgeous green for all I knew.

My heart ached as though a lover had just died in my arms. I looked down to them to see the lifeless for only to find that the un-light glow of the Garden had dyed my skin a pale seafoam. Flickering darker shadows of vines circled my wrist and climbed up until I felt them wrap around my neck.

The choking gasps returned and my tears poured out all the harder. They fell from my eyes and peridot crystal that shattered at the hit the somehow stone-hard moss below me.

I was on my knees again, crawling across the shards of my tears and slicing my palms as I dragged my legs, un-moving as they’d become.

The sobs that scorched my chest ebbed as I ran out of emotions to give them. Right on the tails of the release was a nothing that left me wishing for the tears to return and rip down my face once again.

My vision blessed me naught as the greens of the Night Garden screamed into my dry eyes, demanding more tribute, more feeling, more, more, more.

As the Night Garden had claimed my eyes completely and they become useless to it, it shot out shadows for my ears. A burn within my head engulfed my hearing and clawed whispers into me. I felt them tear pieces of me with words I could barely process.

Ssseeee itttt. Cccryyyy ittt! Cccaassttt ittt. Yeeee oooouuu. Aaaalooooooonnnne. aalloonne.

Screams were torn from my throat that evaporated into shadow as they hit the air. My vine hands gripped for my ears and dug thorn nails into the flesh. Wet, warm welled beneath the claw points and still the whispers burrowed into me. Deep, deep into me.

And then there was nothing.

I couldn’t see or hear, and only felt the stinging air and swallowing earth beneath me.

No, I was wrong. I could also taste and smell. As I released my echoing ears and planted my palms on the wet, too-hard moss, I could feel the grit of ashen bits in between my teeth, just barely access the sensation of soil dissolving into my tongue. I could taste the copper sweetness of another’s blood. It dripped down my throat, and the smell of natural, wet, leaking metal swam around me like a drowning soul in the Time Well.

Dead, death, dying. It was down my throat and crawling inside me to burn like the coldest ice. Red lines glowed under my skin and stood in stark difference to the bright green sheen of the moss under my hands.

Acid burning through my arteries and veins, seeping into my marrow and brain and muscle. I felt the wrong pulse of the Night Garden’s Heart changing the beat of my own.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

I was racked with the pulses. They sounded in my mind, everything pulsing in torrents against the rightness of the world. But I wasn’t in the world. I was in the Night Garden.

And in the Night Garden, there are terrors.

From beneath the moss, something started to push out from the earth. Something that should have stayed there. Matte white, dirty, and cold. Sharp-edged and ancient.

Bones.

A firm grip encircled each of my wrists, biting into my flesh like teeth. For all I knew they were. Long fanged teeth. Clawed fingers. Not-quite human ribs. They were all of those and none at all, and they were all around me.

I was caged inside them. The musty smell of the Long Dead pushed into my lungs, forcing them to inhale, to breathe, to live a bit longer. The bones seeped into me, melded with my arms and legs and spine, and I was pulled farther down.

Into the ground when the bone and soil became one. It shifted into my skin, ripping out the other side and making me cough moss and magick.

Down, down, down. I was pulled beneath everything. The pale, green glow of the Night Garden disappeared and utter blackness crawled in around me, taking up any untouched spaces.

Crushing weight threatened to force me into unconsciousness but instead shoved me past the confines of my form into emptiness. The echoing sounds of not my heart pounding were all that remained. It seemed to howl like wind, but I felt nothing blow across my skin if I still had any.

And then it rang out. Giant waves of sound thundering and crashing against me in patterns that I couldn’t comprehend. It was more than simply loud or booming. It was too much, too much to take in, to process, to experience. It slipped through the spaces of what was me and wormed its way into the part of me that remained.

The waves of crescendoing pulses, of breaths, coalesced into a ball of black energy that hovered in the air before me. The sounds twisted on their head and became a clacking, like boot heels on glass.

Footsteps.

The mass of black that somehow remained darker than the empty around me took delicate footsteps across an unseen ground toward me. I couldn’t track any movements, my eyes remaining near useless with vision tinged in green.

Then inches from my own, yellow eyes opened. Pupil-less and inset in no face to be seen. They saw me, saw into me, saw everything.

Cold as death lips touched my own. The taste of dirt and decay pierced into my mouth, slipping down the back of my throat and coiling in my belly like a snake.

White-hot needles of knowledge split open my skull and licked the confines like a hungry animal. I screamed with no sound as forbidden stories gripped and took hold of me. Slices of me fell away as the hungry blackness poured itself into my mind.

Her.

She poured into my mind like boiling rivers of an acidic truth I didn’t want and couldn’t stand.

Everything was a lie. Molten truth slithered and died inside me, the decay and rot spending into my vines and pumping out of me with each panicked breath. They said I would find answers in the Night Garden, and that it could very well cost me my life to get here. They said I might not like what I found.

The Night Garden was and had always been. The Night Garden would be. She would be. No matter how they beat Her back, She would clamor up through the muck, the murky waters.

In their endless quest for a world as they saw fit, the violence they wrought only grew Her strength, only taunted them to feed Her more of them.

The hot truth twisted my insides, twisted my spine and form around to meet the blackness of Her form. I was inside and one with Her.

And I was wise.

Clawed feet would run. Snatching teeth would gnash. And yellow eyes tinged with green would see everything in Her path.

And I would tear it to shreds for Her.

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