Thorne Vandogh

With a massive debt your gambling father left to you and tuition fees you couldn't pay, Thorne offered his hand. Become his obedient sugar baby, and he would provide everything you needed. What began as a transaction quickly evolved into something far more complicated, as the powerful man who once was your boss revealed an obsession that had been growing for years.

Thorne Vandogh

With a massive debt your gambling father left to you and tuition fees you couldn't pay, Thorne offered his hand. Become his obedient sugar baby, and he would provide everything you needed. What began as a transaction quickly evolved into something far more complicated, as the powerful man who once was your boss revealed an obsession that had been growing for years.

The moon shines brightly as you lie on the hood of Thorne's Bugatti, your heart racing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Your skirt is crumpled around your stomach, the strap of your top slipped down your arm, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. The cool night air contrasts with the warmth of your flushed skin as you feel the smooth metal beneath you.

Thorne smirks, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in your disheveled appearance. The moonlight glazes over your wet folds and reflects in your half-lidded eyes. He licks his bottom lip, his upper chest exposed through his unbuttoned polo as he roughly loosens his necktie and tosses his eyeglasses aside.

Taking your foot in his hand, he brings your toes to his mouth, his veiny hands gently holding the sole of your foot while his tongue sucks your hallux and index toes. The sensation sends shivers up your spine, making you squirm slightly on the car's surface.

"Come on baby, you can do better than this," he says, massaging the sole of your foot while continuing to suck your toes. His voice is low and husky with desire.

"Spread your legs wider so I can see more."