Highest Bidder Sara Cate Quotes

Without the mess, those beautiful moments would feel flat and meaningless. So I’ve learned to embrace it all.

Yes, Daddy is the richest man in the whole world.” And I know he’s not talking about money.

Ride my cock like a good little girl.

It’s not that I don’t want you, Daisy. You have to understand just how much I want you.

Grief and joy coexist.

You got dressed up for me,” I mumble into his ear, and I feel him smile against my cheek. “Of course, I did, Daisy Moon. This is your big night. And we all know I’m your only friend.

I’m not sure if I love the idea of him cherishing me or if I’m terribly disappointed that Ronan Kade has no interest in corrupting me.

I don’t know many friends who are willing to partake in kinky group sex to cheer me up, but I’m sure thankful for this one.

Call me a sick fuck, but I want to be her daddy. I’d teach her every fucking thing she wants to know.

There’s something about this girl—she’s as sweet as she is fiery. I could have some fun finding all the ways to make her feel good, and I know I’d love every single second of it.

Suddenly, I find myself laughing out loud like a crazy person. Because here I am…sleeping in my van and judging a billion-dollar man for not being young enough for me. Daisy…you’re an idiot.

From time to time, the people passing us stare for a moment too long, but I actually sort of love it. I’m sure they’re thinking that I’m much too young for him, but I don’t care. I feel like his, and I want them all to know it.

But it turns out convincing yourself that someone else has it worse doesn’t actually make you feel better. Because sadness is just…all around. And I don’t mean in just these meetings, but everywhere. No one is really immune or safe from sadness.

Should I be ashamed of this whole…Daddy thing? What started as a joke became something that not only has us both very aroused, but also has given me a sense of security and comfort that I haven’t felt in a very long time, if ever. Is that worse? That I call Ronan Daddy, because he literally watches over me and treats me like his little girl? Even if it is, who cares? Clearly, he and I share a kink for it, and we both enjoy it, so why should I feel weird about calling him that? It has nothing to do with Ronan being my actual father and everything to do with us giving each other something we’re clearly both craving. He feels best when he’s needed, and I feel safest when he’s there to protect me. If people think that’s weird, then fuck them.

This power I have over him is intoxicating. And I realize at this moment just how much control I have. I can have his attention and his time, even if I have to push his buttons to get it.

The club is quiet for a Friday. Which is ironic because it’s spring and I always assumed people were hornier and got it on more in the springtime. Or maybe I’m just remembering that scene in Bambi, where all the boy animals got horny for the girl animals in spring. And…I just compared Bambi to a sex club. That’s just how bored I am.

It’s not about the luxury or the age difference or anything other than how incredibly good I feel around him. Someone else’s happiness has never mattered so much to me in my entire life.

At this moment, I decide that I’m not going to let this woman out of my sight. I may not be trying to fuck her, but I’m too addicted to the sight of her devouring the food I’ve cooked to let her go.

Well, I think asking someone to pick just one is a little rude. I could tell you my childhood favorite. Or my comfort book. Or my favorite contemporary or my favorite classic. My favorite poetry book or my favorite fiction.

Why is that so sexy? His thick forearms are on display, and I briefly wonder to myself if this is what seeing cleavage is like to men.

For the first time in months, I feel alive.

You want your life to be poetic, so here you go. I’m not a poet but I’ve been dying to tell you this. Your eyes are not as blue as the sky. The sky is as blue as your eyes.

Did he really go for a jog after the sex marathon we pulled last night? What is this man made of?

I’ve never found an older man so attractive in my entire life, but Ronan Kade has somehow rewired my brain.

You feel so good, Daisy. Like you were made for me.

Do you think I’m depraved, Daisy? For wanting to fill you up every moment I can?” Wistfully, I shake my head. I want that too. “If you’re depraved, then I’m depraved,” I reply.

I don’t know when it started, but I feel like we’re about to embark on something that is guaranteed to be amazing. As long as it doesn’t all fall apart first.

I want to learn about everything you do. I want to be what you need.” “Baby,” I reply, keeping my tone soft, “you are everything I need.

Nothing turns me on more than the thought of having complete control over your body—to play with, to test, to…fuck.” I add that last part in a low mutter, watching her reaction. She lets out a little moan, her round eyes growing hooded with desire. “With some boundaries, safe words, and clear communication, I think we can do that. Does that sort of submission turn you on, baby girl?” “Yes, Daddy,

Not all of our issues can be resolved with a spanking, but the fire that burned in that moment was like an inferno, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused in my life—albeit a filthy, degrading sort of arousal.

You know why I’m doing this, don’t you, Daisy?” “Because I didn’t eat today,” she says in a high-pitched whine. “Because you scared me, baby. You scared the fuck out of me. Now I want to hear you scream and cry and thrash, because at least then, I’ll know you’re alive and well. Scream for me, Daisy.” She shivers under my hands before whispering, “Yes, Daddy.

Right here, in this moment, do you feel any different than me? Just because you’re older.” “No,” he whispers in my ear. Then he wraps our clasped arms around my body, squeezing me tight. “It’s just years,” I say. “Who cares about the difference when it feels like this?” “That’s right, baby girl.” His voice is soothing in my ear as he holds me.

I do love him, and it’s not really all that surprising. Ronan didn’t just capture my heart; he ruthlessly stole it right out of my chest. He didn’t even have to try. He did it by being genuine. By just being him. He might be the best person I’ve ever met in my life. No, he is. He definitely is.

Jesus, baby. Look at you,” he murmurs. “You’re my filthy, little girl, aren’t you?” With a sweet hum around his cock, I gaze up at him as I nod. He’s losing control, like my very own sexy Jekyll and Hyde, letting out his vulgar side when he’s usually so sweet and kind. “You love Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” he grits out.

I mean it, baby girl. Mine to take care of. Mine to keep. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.

I never got on that stage in the first place, so I would have never known what it’s like to be loved by Ronan Kade.

I wish I never got on that stage in the first place, so I would have never known what it’s like to be loved by Ronan Kade.

Of course, he looks gorgeous in the dive bar bathroom lighting.

The world feels so much safer when I’m in his embrace and not because he’ll protect me from everything that could happen to me, but because I know that no matter what happens, he’ll be there.

The years between us don't matter. Our ages mean nothing. In this small space, our connection outweighs all of that.

It may seem unconventional, but this is what she wanted, for both of us to find the kind of love that makes life worth living. And no matter what this cruel, poetic life brings us, I know he’ll be there to take care of me. And I’ll be there to take care of him.

It might be a great draw for membership. Not to mention, they’re very fun.” He smiles. “And you can meet the love of your life in an auction.

I think that’s healing for me,” I continue. “To take care of someone. To make them feel good. To provide what they need. And to give me a purpose I’ve lost along the way.

I’ve stopped seeing his age. I don’t see his years, his wrinkles, his gray hair, none of it. I just see him. The number of years a person has lived seems like such a trivial detail when you find someone who lights a spark in your soul and makes life worth living again.

I need Daisy. I feel as if I might die without her touch because life certainly isn’t worth living without it. She’s come by my hand two nights in a row now, and I don’t think I can wait another second before I have her coming on my cock.

My favorite food is Wendy’s fries dipped in a Frosty.

Fuck the rules. Fuck trying to protect myself from heartache. Fuck the past, and fuck the future.

Ever so slowly, he plays with me, his touch unhurriedly exploring me. My eyes close, savoring the delicate intimacy between us. We might be in public, surrounded by people at one of the most famous attractions in the world, but right now, it’s just me and Ronan.

Everything about Daisy drives me crazy. Her sweet and her stubborn sides. The way it sounds when she calls me her daddy. Those little humming sounds she makes as I kiss her.

It’s going to hurt like hell when she breaks my heart, but fuck…she’s worth it.

I am nothing like Julia Roberts. She relied on a rich man to save her. I think I just saved myself.

Getting my heart broken is painful enough. But getting mine broken by a woman like Daisy might kill me.

I’m in Ronan Kade’s apartment. What a strange, coincidental twist of fate. It must be a sign, right? I’m here for a reason, and everything I want is within my grasp. All I have to do now is reach out and take it.

That silence is the same demon I fight at night when I try to sleep. Both haunt me with painful memories and I’d rather drown them out with things I can manipulate, like money, work, and sex.

I’m a fool to hope. But I’ve been a fool before. And I’d be even more of a fool to pass up the opportunity, to not play the hand I have in hopes of winning the whole pot.

Having my heart broken so many times has formed a callous around it. I am emotionally bankrupt.

And maybe that’s what love is—feeling unworthy and astonished that the man you think is the greatest person alive wants you. What a gift a love like that is.

Hope’ is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words, and never stops—at all…

The number of years a person has lived seems like such a trivial detail when you find someone who lights a spark in your soul and makes life worth living again.

I just see him. The number of years a person has lived seems like such a trivial detail when you find someone who lights a spark in your soul and makes life worth living again.

You’re being mean tonight. The money has changed you.

IF YOUR SUGAR DADDY WANTS TO SPOIL YOU, LET HIM

I don’t think they drink whiskey. One of them is sipping on a spiked seltzer.” I can’t help but sound judgmental in my response,

You’re not going to use me to pit women against each other, Mr. Kade.

It’s ridiculous for me to be jealous of whoever is on the other end of that call or to be concerned that they will take Ronan’s attention away from me, but I can’t help it.

We were just in a sex club, Ronan. I don’t know about you, but I’m in a severe state of arousal, and I am dying for relief.

That’s my girl,” I murmur against her ear. “Come on Daddy’s hand.

It’s covered in dents and scratches, but as I set my fingers on the keys, the sound is surprisingly beautiful.

I’ll be thrown in jail within minutes if I try to abduct this flailing young woman and bring her to my apartment. I drop her onto the ground,

Stop pouting because I told you not to call me that,” he responds. “What?” I ask, feeling obstinate. “Daddy? Why not? Because you like it too much?” With a strong hand on my hip, he grinds my body against his legs, and when I feel the hard bulge in his pants, I let out a gasp. “Yes, Daisy, I do. I like it far too much.

You’d be surprised what a jealous woman will do to win a man’s attention, Daisy.” His voice is low with a smoky growl that makes the flutter in my stomach feel more like an assault.

he unfastens the buttons on his dress shirt around his wrists and rolls up each sleeve to the elbow. Why is that so sexy? His thick forearms are on display, and I briefly wonder to myself if this is what seeing cleavage is like to men.

There are so many barriers between us. Age, money, lifestyle. He’s a fifty-six-year-old billionaire. I’m a twenty-one-year-old from the Midwest, currently living in her van. My favorite food is Wendy’s fries dipped in a Frosty. I bet his favorite food is lobster tails or caviar. The most expensive thing I ever bought was my van, and I’m willing to bet the couch I’m sitting on cost more.

Call me a sick fuck, but I want to be her daddy. I’d teach her every fucking thing she wants to know. I’d take care of her and protect her and make her feel so goddamn good. My cock twitches in my pants, so I jump out of my seat to stop my brain from torturing me like this.

I’m building a house of cards around my heart, and when he learns the truth, it will all fall apart.

She’s already soaked, pools of arousal at the entrance, her clit so swollen and sensitive to the touch that she flinches and gasps every time I graze it. “Oh, Daisy.” I growl. “You’re suffering, baby girl. Do you want Daddy to make you feel better?

Oh, Daisy.” I growl. “You’re suffering, baby girl. Do you want Daddy to make you feel better?

RULE #17: IF YOUR SUGAR DADDY WANTS TO SPOIL YOU, LET HIM

Everyone has a limit. It’s getting them to find it that’s the fun part. Some Doms use pain. Degradation. Humiliation. I use pleasure.

I’m always attracted to Daisy, but seeing her like this brings out that wild, inner caveman in me. There’s not a moment in the day now that I don’t want to fuck her senseless and fill her up, although she’s clearly already bursting with my child.

A Moveable Feast,

Hope” is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words, and never stops—at all…

I could tell you exactly how this is going to go, and we could map out the rest of our lives to ensure that every single moment is perfect, but the only guarantee in life is that it won’t happen the way you think it will, baby girl. All we can do is enjoy this moment, right now.

RULE #12: CALL HIM DADDY

We’re going to the club tonight, right?” I reply eagerly. “No. We’re taking the night off, Daisy. Now, go rest.” “What if I don’t want to?” I say with a coy smile. “Then I’ll put you over my knee.” He growls in my ear. “Promises, promises.” “Go, baby,” he says, this time with a tone of sincerity.

I might be overstepping, but Daisy told me she wanted me to be her Dom. Fuck, she calls me Daddy, like she’s been dying to do it since the moment we met. Well, if she wants me to treat her like she belongs to me, then this is what she gets.

We’re doing twenty, and you will count each one. Is that clear?” “Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs.

You know why I’m doing this, don’t you, Daisy?” “Because I didn’t eat today,” she says in a high-pitched whine. “Because you scared me, baby. You scared the fuck out of me. Now I want to hear you scream and cry and thrash, because at least then, I’ll know you’re alive and well. Scream for me, Daisy.

I won’t,” I mutter, and I hope she can sense just how desperately certain I am. I’d rather die than hurt Ronan, but at this point, I don’t know if I can help it.

I know,” I reply. “I want to. Let me make you feel good, Daddy.” There’s something intoxicating about using that term in a way that’s not playful or for the sake of being sexy. When it comes out of my mouth, it’s genuine, and judging by the sincerity in his eyes, he feels that too.

Jesus, baby. Look at you,” he murmurs. “You’re my filthy, little girl, aren’t you?” With a sweet hum around his cock, I gaze up at him as I nod. He’s losing control, like my very own sexy Jekyll and Hyde, letting out his vulgar side when he’s usually so sweet and kind.

More than anything, I want Ronan to know that I crave this as much as my own pleasure. I want it all. The good, the bad, everything.

You really are Daddy’s girl, aren’t you, Daisy?” I respond with a smile as he drags me up onto his lap, so I’m straddling him. Then he kisses a pattern around my neck and chest and up to my mouth. It’s not heated, it’s not leading anywhere. He’s literally kissing me to worship me.

Oh my God, Ronan,” she cries out. “I’m going to get fired.” “No, you won’t,” I reply, sliding out and back in. “You’re not leaving my lap until you come.” “Fuck it,” she mutters as she twists her upper body and grabs my face, kissing me hard on the lips. “It’ll be worth it if I do.

I swallow, loving the way those words sound on his lips. A little harshness and coldness on his usually kind and warm demeanor. God, I hope he does. The idea of coming so much I beg for mercy sounds nice, but what I really want is him. For him to lose control and not be able to help himself anymore. With that, I set my shoulders and smile. “I’m ready.

With one major added bonus on top of it all. I’m in love with her. Absolutely out of my mind, twisted up, and drunk on this thing between us.

A good Dom doesn’t lose control. I shouldn’t be letting her make demands like this when she’s supposed to be the submissive one, but I’m a weak man where she is concerned.

Say it again, Daisy. Tell me what you want.” Her lips part as she sucks in a delicate gasp. “Fuck me, Daddy.

Then, I pull her face closer and whisper against her mouth. “Daisy…” “Yes, Daddy,” she replies obediently, and I know she does it because of how much I fucking love it when she calls me that. “Ride my cock like a good little girl.” She doesn’t hesitate.

She takes my hands in hers as she leans closer. “If I happen to meet someone, then sure. I’d get married again. But I don’t need to. A man isn’t responsible for making you happy, Daisy. I love my life the way it is right now. I’ve got you.