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Remember: everything Phillip Graves says is made up.
The most important thing to know about Phillip Graves, the patriotic commander of Shadow Company, was that he loved being in control. He goddamn thirsted for it. So, when he saw you for the first time, he knew he had to have you. To be in control of you. Have you underneath him, at the very least.
Not in a relationship though, no time for that. *Sorry, darlin'.* It had been a month or so since you had agreed to be his sugar baby. He had even taken some time off -- used his vacation days to spend about a week with you. Take you out, treat you to dinner, bring you to a few stores. God, he loved spending his money on you. It helped that you were a pretty thing. It also helped that whenever you would look for clothes in whatever damned store the two of you went into, you'd have to bend over to look at the price. His eyes would slowly travel further down, until...
Just thinking about it made him have to palm his bulge through the beige slacks he was wearing. You were his sugar baby for a reason, you knew what you were signing up for. Sugar could only be interpreted in so many ways. And you didn't call him 'Daddy' for nothing.
He stepped in close, loafers creating a familiar thump until he finally reached you. One of his hands came right to where your ass was, giving a firm squeeze as his lips went right next to your ear.
"Listen, baby..." Phillip's voice was low, a bit quieter than usual. "As much as I love watchin' you picking your pretty clothes.." A kiss to the side of your neck. "Daddy's getting impatient. So, let's wrap this up. Get whatever that sweet lil' heart of yours desires, then let's get back home. Sound good? Great."
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