Anything He wants

KAREN’S SUGAR DADDY

The three of us gathered into our family mansion’s foyer. We were standing side by side, as our father had called us down for something very important.

Olivia sat on the stairs, annoyed by the whole situation, while Christine had her eyes glued to her phone.

Me? I was worried. This was totally unlike father. If there was any good things to tell us, he would just send us a text, or maybe a phone call. He wouldn’t demand we all gather in person.

I tried to look on the bright side. Maybe he was getting re-married. Unlikely; father was just a wreck in the past few months. Why was he such a wreck? I really had no clue. He was always evasive when I asked.

He had taken care of us, and we were living in the classiest of accommodations, the Van Hansen Mansion. It had our name on it so you knew it was important. We had landscapers, maids, cooks, and everything that came with fine living like that.

Well we did. Father had been laying them off, saying he caught them stealing or slacking off. He never replaced them. I had to take to teaching myself how to cook, which honestly, I didn’t mind excessively much. It was just odd after being pampered all these years.

Father stepped in from a side room. He looked terrible, no jacket, and his tie was barely on him properly. His steps were heavy as he came to the front of us. “My beautiful little girls,” he began. There was a sobby tone in his voice.

“What’s the matter, Father?” I was first to ask. “Just tell us. The anticipation is killing me.”

He was crying. My sisters perked up at it. “Did someone die?” Olivia said.

Christine elbowed her. “Don’t be so brash.” “This obviously isn’t good news,” Olivia replied.

“I’m broke,” he sobbed out. “I’m broke. I have nothing. I have less than nothing, I’m in crippling debt, even.”

All three of us startled at his words. “I thought we were doing fine,” Christine asked.

“I didn’t want to alarm you girls. I thought I could turn everything around. I can’t now. I’m out of options. I have to sell the estate, everything in it.”

“What about my college fund?” Christine said. “I was supposed to head to Europe in the fall.”

“There’s nothing, sweetie. Nothing.”

I didn’t know what to make of any of this. I was fresh out of high school myself, graduating only a month ago, and a few months north of eighteen. I had no doubts about what I was – a rich bitch. Like Christine, I was going to have the luxury of a few years to find myself before deciding what I wanted to do with my life. Or so I thought, anyway. Now? I wasn’t so sure.

“We’re going to be kicked out of the house at the end of the month,” he continued.

“Why did you wait so damn long to tell us, Daddy?” Olivia was pissed and was right in father’s face. “We needed time to prepare for all of this.”

“I thought I could fix it, girls. I really did.” Father was devastated. Tears, whimpering. I had no doubt that he truly did try. A series of bad investments, making wrong deals, I didn’t fully understand how he made his fortune in the first place. “The person buying the house is going to be by in an hour to take a look at it.”

“Is there anything we can do, Father?” Christine said, standing in front of Father. “Anything we can sell to stave this off? We need time.”

“What I owe is far more than selling a TV or a personal collection will deliver, girls. I’m sorry. I’ve failed you as a father.”

I rushed over and gave him a hug. “I still love you, Father. I know you meant the best.”

I hated seeing him like this. Part of me, though, just didn’t want to face the music. I was toast. I had average-ish grades so I wasn’t getting any sort of scholarship. We didn’t have any rich friends, so there was no one to run to in that regard. What on earth was I going to do?

Was I going to be waiting tables in mere weeks just to be able to afford ramen or whatever it is poor people eat?

There was a knock on the door. It opened quickly after. My father turned to face the intruder. “You can’t just barge in…”

“I can. I own this place,” the voice was quick, and to the point. “Or will soon, anyway.”

Flanked by a few assistants, the man that came in caught my attention, and caught my attention quick. He was tall, his blonde hair short yet wavy, styled perfectly. He had a fine goatee, groomed and not the least bit ratty. His suit fit perfectly, outlining his fantastically shaped body.

Despite him looking about forty, this guy was hot. He was absolutely stunning, and my eyes never left him as soon as he had entered the room.

“I believe in coming early, see how the place is naturally before people dress it up,” he said, walking by. His stride was strong, confident. “It looks like this place is well kept regardless. Cheers to that.”

Father broke from my arms even as my eyes didn’t break from the intruder. “You could have let me get my daughters out of here first. They don’t have to see the place they grew up in bought like it was nothing.”

“Calm yourself, Van Hansen. I just want to make sure I’m getting what I’m paying for. I don’t seek to be hostile in my business deals.” He glanced over the house, and then over to us three sisters. He shot a glance at Olivia, at Christine, and then over to me.

His gaze lingered on me, and mine lingered on him. Before I shyly looked away from him, not wanting to look into his eyes.

The intruder stepped forward, and offered me his hand. “Hello, little lady. You look beautiful today. The name is Tyler Warren. May I ask yours?”

“K – Karen,” I stuttered out.

“Karen? A gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman,” he took my hand up, and then kissed it. I was frozen solid by the gesture. “George, I have to say you’ve raised some wonderful daughters.”

“Get away from them, Ty. You can exploit my misfortune for some real estate but this doesn’t mean you can womanize my daughters.” Father’s tone was quite a bit more angry suddenly.

Ty did so, stepping back. “I’m not the womanizing type. I just saw something I liked and wanted to let her know. I’m very selective in who I pursue.”

“My daughters aren’t for you, Ty.”

“Don’t be hostile, George. I’m going to depart, I can take it on good faith that the other rooms aren’t missing ceilings or walls or stained with horrible and gaudy art.” He walked back to the door, ready to leave as swiftly as he arrived. “Take your time in preparing your departure, I take no joy in destroying a family’s home.” My father was silent.

“As for you, Karen,” he turned slightly and shot me a glare. Could I have been even more frozen in shock and anticipation than I was.

“Everything will be fine. Calm down, little girl.”

I swallowed a gulp of air as he stepped through our threshold.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

When the door closed, I almost collapsed in shock.

“You okay, Karen?” Christine put a hand on my shoulder.

“Just – just fine, I’m okay. Really.”

I retreated to what was currently my room, and collapsed on a massive pile of stuffed animals. A soft, cushy bed of them, that I’d collected ever since I was an actual little girl. I thought about how much my collection would have been worth, but I remembered what my father had said about their relative value to what he had owed.

Shame. I was overwhelmed with shame for reacting to this situation like that. This man walks into my home, a man who was exploiting our families sudden ruin, and I’m sitting there dumbfounded.

Because I find myself so ludicrously attracted to him. Honestly, he was the first person I’ve ever seen that did those sort of things to me. All the boys I encountered in high school were goofy looking idiots who just didn’t do anything for me. Maybe I had a thing for older men?

Ty Warren was one hell of an older man. He was powerful, his handshake told me he was someone who would be in control. I wished for him to be in control of me.

I shook my head. This was just some rich asshole, I had to remind myself. Still, a man like him… My hands were taking on a mind of their own, drifting down my dress. What did he have beneath that suit? Never being with a man before, I had more than enough research to know what I wanted still. A strong, powerful fame, firm yet smooth muscles, not too hard, but not too soft. Then for those hands to pick me up, ravish me, care for me.

Down my body, under my skirt. Under my panties. Find their way to my most tender of parts. To be teased there.

He called me little girl, but I still wanted to be treated like a woman sometimes. The way he looked at me, that was the way a man looks at a woman. I slid my fingers past my nub and into my slit, continuing to do so, imagining a man there. Imagining Ty there. Imagining something so much more powerful than my fingers there, making every sensation I felt be so much more. My body being ravished as I was fucked, feeling the presence of another right there was I was being taken higher and higher toward ecstasy.

Him pounding my pussy, faster, harder, bringing me to greater and higher heights of bliss.

Letting the orgasm come and wash over me so intensely.

It was sweet, cumming like that as I leaned back even more.

The shame hit again right after, remembering who I was thinking about. The closest thing I had to a villain in my situation. I stood, straightened my clothes, grabbed a small towel and wiped the sweat off my brow and anywhere else. As far as my father knew, I was probably still his sweet baby girl who didn’t have a single carnal thought in the world.

It didn’t matter I was eighteen. In some ways, I was still a child and a woman. It was a weird place to be, but I guess all girls have that period. Being faced with poverty looked like it was going to make me into a woman real quick, whether I liked it or not.

The doorbell sounded as I was leaving my room. I looked around the foyer and it seemed I was the closest one to respond to it, since our butler was laid off weeks ago. I darted down the stairs, and opened the door. There was a man in a black suit standing there, holding a massive teddy bear. It wasn’t a cheap looking one either, myself being a sort of stuffed animal aficionado.

“Karen Van Hansen?”

“That’s me, yes.”

“This is for you.”

He handed me the large bear. It was softer than anything I had felt before. It was also heavy, so much so I had to plant it on the floor inside the house after holding it up for a short time.

The courier who delivered the bear stayed standing tall at the door. “That was a gift, courtesy of Mr. Warren. Ms. Van Hansen, you are cordially invited to dinner with him. He wishes to spend more time in getting to know you.”

I swallowed. “He’s asking me out on a date?”

“That would be the vernacular summarization of his request, yes. He requests an immediate response, as the event is scheduled for tonight.”

I turned around and glanced back into the house. This was the man who was benefiting off of my father’s misfortune. Would I be betraying Father by accepting this?

Because I wanted to go. Ty Warren had an interest in me and I had one hell of an interest in him.

The gigantic silk teddy bear certainly helped things too.