**Sugar Daddy’s Rules**

I met Nandini at a high-end club downtown, all sleek dark wood and dim lighting. She was young—maybe twenty-two—with curves that made my hands itch to grab her, but she carried herself like she knew her worth. That’s why I approached her. Not just because of the tight red dress clinging to her hips or the way her tits looked ready to spill out of it, but because of the way she watched me right back, unflinching.

I slid into the seat beside her, ordered her a drink without asking what she wanted—something expensive, something that stung. She smirked at that, swirling the glass before taking a sip. “You’re Manik, right?” she said, her voice smooth, like she’d already done her research.

I grinned. “And you’re Nandini. Which means you already know what I can give you.”

She leaned in, close enough that I could smell her perfume. “I know what you *want* to give me. But I’m not some spoiled brat looking for a new bag.”

I nearly laughed. Oh, she was perfect. “No,” I agreed, my hand sliding up her thigh under the table, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric. “You’re a spoiled brat looking for someone to put you in your fucking place.”

Her breath hitched, just a little.

That was all the confirmation I needed.

—

Two hours later, we were in my penthouse. I didn’t waste time—I shoved her against the wall the second the door closed, my hand wrapping around her throat just tight enough to make her gasp. “You ever done this before?” I growled.

Her pupils were blown wide, her lips parted. “Not like this.”

“Good.” I yanked her dress down, freeing her tits, and squeezed one hard, watching her bite her lip at the rough touch. “Because I don’t play nice, Nandini. You want my money? You follow my rules.”

She moaned when I pinched her nipple, her hips rocking forward, seeking friction. I knew she was already wet—could smell it, could practically feel the heat radiating from her cunt through that flimsy dress.

I spun her around, shoved her face-first into the wall, and hiked her skirt up. No panties. Of fucking course. Her pussy was already glistening, her ass begging to be marked. I palmed her cheek, then spanked her hard—once, twice—until her skin flushed pink and she whimpered.

“Say it,” I ordered, gripping her hair.

“Yours,” she gasped.

I undid my belt, wrapped it around my fist, and pulled her back to the bed. She went willingly, her body pliant, eyes dark with submission. I pushed her onto her knees, my cock already rock-hard as I dragged the tip along her lips. “Open.”

She did, taking me into her mouth with zero hesitation. Her tongue swirled around the head, her lips tight as she sucked, her fingers digging into my thighs. I let her work for a minute before grabbing her hair and fucking her face, deep, until her throat clenched around me and tears welled in her eyes.

Then I yanked her off, flipped her onto her stomach, and spread her legs. Her pussy was soaked, her clit swollen. I shoved two fingers inside, curling them just right to make her arch off the bed with a cry. “Please,” she begged.

I smacked her ass again. “Please *what*?”

“Fuck me—*please*, sir—”

That was all I needed. I lined up my cock and drove into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed, her nails clawing at the sheets, her cunt gripping me like a vice. I didn’t go slow—I fucked her hard, my hips slamming into her ass, my hand tangled in her hair to keep her from moving.

“This what you wanted?” I growled, feeling her clench around me. “You wanted me to use you? To make you take it?”

She couldn’t even answer, just whined into the mattress, her body shaking as I pounded into her. When I felt her start to tighten, I reached around and rubbed her clit, rough and fast. “Come,” I ordered.

She shattered, her pussy pulsing around my cock as she screamed. I followed right after, filling her up, my hips jerking as I buried myself deep.

When I finally pulled out, she collapsed, breathless. I grabbed her chin, made her look at me. “You did good.”

Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Does that mean I get my reward?”

I laughed, swatting her ass one last time. “Greedy fucking brat.”

But yeah. She did.