Book Title: His Sugar Daddy
Author: Quin Perin
Cover Artist: Quin Perin
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance, Daddy Kink Romance
Trope/s: Daddy Kink, Hurt Comfort, Mild Age Play, Major Age Gap
Themes: lots of kink, lots of “taboo role plays” (stepfather/son) in the book
Heat Rating: 4-5 flames
Length: 104 000 words
It is a standalone book.
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“I’ve been a good boy, Daddy.”
He shouldn’t be attracted to me, and I shouldn’t be attracted to him. It’s that simple.
But while Liam looks like an angel, he’s anything but. With his lithe body and his sweet tongue, he bends me to his whims. He’s just what I’ve been looking for—a boy to spoil, to ravish, to discipline.
And he knows exactly what he wants. A Daddy, but not the regular kind. A Sugar Daddy. A man with a firm hand, a man who’ll take care of him.
Physically, emotionally, financially.
And I might just be that man.
There is just one question to ask.
One question to answer.
Am I all in?
*** “His Sugar Daddy” is a sweet Daddy Kink with an age gap romance, Mild Age Play, Stepfather/son Role Play, and lots of spanking
I’d never been so turned on, and Jackson knew that. I could tell. He was making me go slow when I didn’t want to. Making me hold out. Driving me crazy. I didn’t want to listen to him, but I did. Because if he was supposed to be my Daddy, I was going to be a good boy for him. Do what he asked of me. For now, at least. This was all new to me, and I knew that I needed his guidance. Plus I wanted to make sure that he liked me before I did anything too out there. Before I didn’t listen to him and tried to test my limits.
So I listened. Always a good boy. I stripped down to my underwear and socks—knee-high pink-and-purple-striped ones—and then gathered my pile of clothes from the floor and folded them. As carefully as I could. They weren’t particularly neat when I stacked them on the coffee table as he’d told me, but it would have to do. I’d never been that good when it came to laundry. I took care of my stuff and kept it put away, but I wasn’t necessarily an expert at it.
“Underwear too?” I asked him, looking over. It was hard to stand still, and I kept shifting from foot to foot. I wanted to be back in his lap as soon as possible, and I was sure that he could see my growing impatience. My cock was straining against the fabric, and a rapidly growing damp spot was spreading across the front.
“Underwear too.” He nodded. He’d gotten his shirt off and was folding it up with deliberate care before setting it on the coffee table.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cooed, hooking my fingers into the waistband and pulling them off. Jackson stopped to watch me, hands on his belt as my cock bobbed free instantly. “Like this?”
He swallowed. “Yeah. Like that,” he breathed quietly.
Biting on my lower lip, I dropped my eyes to his hands, which were working on his leather belt, undoing it, pulling it out of the loops. Slowly, I sunk to my knees on the spot and looked up at him. “Daddy, please,” I begged, voice soft. “Please. I want it.”
After relaxing in the bath for a little while longer, we scrubbed quickly and slipped out. Jackson dried my hair carefully before wrapping a soft white towel around my shoulders. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, hands on my shoulders for a moment as I clutched the towel around me like a blanket. He pulled back and grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his waist, and tucked it into place. It did absolutely nothing to hide his cock, so tantalizingly close to me. I wanted it again, and we both knew that. My body had betrayed me on that long ago.
I tried to look as sweet as possible in the hope that Jackson would decide dinner could wait, but he just smiled and placed his hand on my back, leading me to the living room. “Sit,” he ordered. “I’ll find us something to eat.”
I perched myself on the edge of the cushion and stared up at him. “Do you want any help, Daddy?” I asked, eager to please.
He ruffled my hair and shook his head. “Let Daddy take care of you,” he murmured, touch lingering for just a second.
I watched him turn from me and head to the kitchen, eyes half-lidded as I settled back on the couch. I curled my legs up underneath me, resting against the arm and closing my eyes as I listened to him move around the kitchen. It didn’t take long for him to come back with food or maybe I’d dozed off for a bit, but he was soon settling two plates of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me, wearing a pair of black sweatpants. He’d also brought a glass of orange juice for me and a bottle of beer for him.
Smiling, I pushed myself into a seated position and rubbed at my eyes. “Does beer go with eggs?” I asked him with interest.
“No.” He laughed, pulling the coffee table closer to us. “But I wanted it.”
“Can I have a sip, Daddy?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
“No,” he scolded. “You know that you cannot.”
“But, Daddy,” I bypassed the food and grabbing at his thigh. “I wanna taste.” I wasn’t talking about the beer anymore, eyes going toward his lap.
“Eat your food like a good boy,” he warned. “And then maybe we can play. But if you keep pouting, you’ll get punished.”
“Maybe I want to be punished,” I purred, squeezing his knee.
About the Authors
As a pair of genre rebels, Quin and Perin—from the US and Germany—are constantly maneuvering time zones and plot bunnies to whip up Gay Novels. Expect plenty of heat and elevated smut. With a dash of drama, a pinch of sweet, and a hefty amount of kink on the side, they serve up stories that will leave you full and satisfied.