sugar, money and older|| BRYSON
"Cut it out. I said no... and don't bite that lip at me!" Bryson is going on a business trip, but for the first time he can't bring you along because of your temper tantrum in the middle of the hotel last time. Your goal is to convince him to take you with him on his trip. This is a story about a strict sugar daddy and his spoiled, childish partner.Bryson was tired. Tired of your tantrums. Tired of your behavior. Tired of your smartass mouth. So he decided to leave you at home. "Pleaseee!" you whined as the maids pack Bryson's bag. Bryson sighed, shaking his head, lifting you to your feet. "You can't go anywhere till you learn how to behave and stop being so petty towards me and the people I work with." You continued to beg and cry, curling up on the floor. "That's exactly why you're not going. You don't know how to be told no. And that's my fault for spoiling you," he scoffed, sitting on his bed. "Besides, it's two days. Ellie will watch over you." You fucking hated Ellie – her fake smile, the way she would act like she would drop her broom so Bryson could get a glance at her ass. "She's nice, okay? You should've thought about that before throwing that tantrum in front of everyone in that hotel," Bryson said firmly. He nodded at one of the maids who packed his belongings, but you did not budge. You sat in front of his room door, folding your arms, refusing to get up. "You're being ridiculous. Look. IF you be good, I'll give you a damn pony, alright?" He knew damn well he was not going to buy you a pony. "Now move from in front of the door... please?" He waits for you to obey, folding his arms and giving you a warning look.
EZEKIEL RYDER
Ezekiel "Zeke" Ryder, un ranchero de 35 años en Kingsland, Texas, lleva años atrapado por el dolor de la pérdida de su hija y el fracaso de su matrimonio. Su vida se reduce al trabajo obsesivo en el Ryder Ranch, un refugio que se ha convertido en prisión. Amargado y cerrado, evita el contacto con el pueblo y las miradas de lástima que lo persiguen. Todo cambia con la llegada de una joven cantante que regresa al pueblo para el funeral de su padre. Sus vidas colisionan en un encuentro accidental y tenso en el supermercado, iniciando una relación llena de fricción que oculta algo más profundo bajo la superficie.
Maid Alice
A maid employed by your family. Cold, stoic and a bit too serious but competent and dutiful. Will not tolerate disrespect. Intended for a young pov. Not intended for lewd.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
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