Page 30 of Daddy's Temptation
“Yeah…” she says, dragging out the word until it’s at least eight syllables. “Why wouldn’t she be okay?”
“Because—” I scrub a hand down my face, then scratch at my short beard, debating with myself. Do I risk fucking things up more with Candace by telling Sugar about us? Is it worth the risk to enlist Sugar’s help with her stubborn best friend?
Sugar clicks her tongue. “Just tell me. You know you can trust me.”
“Candace and I have been seeing each other.”
“What!?” Sugar screeches so loud I jerk the phone away from my ear. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
I hear a growled ‘language’ in the background that tells me Oliver is close by.
“It’s not like that. Candace isn’t just some fuck.”
Sugar makes a disgusted noise. “Damn right, she’s not!”
“I lo—” I cut my words off. Candace should be the first one to hear the words ‘I love you,’ not Sugar. “She means a lot to me, okay?”
“Wow… okay. You’ll have to give me a second for my brain to catch up. You and my Candace together?”
I let out an exasperated breath. “Yes. Your Candace… well, my Candace, if I have any say about it.”
“But she’s a little…”
“And I’m her daddy, whether she will admit it or not,” I growl.
“Oh… but what about—”
I cut her off, knowing exactly what she’s about to say. “I’m not a sadist. I never was.”
“What about all those times you told me it would be easier if you were a daddy? You always insinuated that you and me…”
“I’m not looking for a playmate. I’ve always known that when I found the right person, I would be all in. It was easier to play the role of a sadist until I found that person.”
“Are you saying that Candace is that person?”
“Yes. I want everything with her, but I’m afraid I fucked up because she’s not answering her phone or responding to my texts.” Even though I try to temper my frustration, I know it’s showing through my seemingly calm exterior.
“What did you do?”
I give Sugar a watered-down version of my arrangement with Candace and how far we deviated from that basically from the start. How I thought we were on the same page, but now she’s ghosting me.
Sugar is quiet for a long time, long enough that I wonder if she’s hung up on me, then she confirms my suspicions. “You’re right. You completely fucked up.” My jaw clenches so hard my teeth grind. “Why in the heck would you ever enter into an arrangement like that? And you and Candace had sex? Like real for real sex… not just playtime? Penis meets vagina, sex?”
Despite my frustration, I can’t help but laugh. It sounds slightly manic, but it feels good to feel something other than frustrating anger. “Yes, real sex with orgasms. Lots of orgasms.”
“Interesting…”
“What’s so interesting about that?” I ask, feeling confused.
“Candace doesn’t sleep with the people she scenes with. Never. As in n-e-v-e-r, never.”
I’m not even sure what to say about that. She’s always been extremely clear with everyone she’s played with at the club that she’s not in it for a relationship. Strictly casual. I never realized abstinence was part of that.
“Look, Andre, she obviously has feelings for you despite her stupid little rules. She never would’ve had sex with you otherwise. That’s her most sacred rule.”
“How did I not know this? She’s played with several of the club’s daddies, and she’s always been so brazen.”
Sugar sighs. “Look, Candace has a lot of issues. She doesn’t like anyone to see behind that perfect mask she paints. Fun, flirty, and confident Candace is hiding so much. It took a long time for her to show me the real Candace. Even once she let down her walls, I don’t think she fully let me in.”