baelor's dowager princess

 You drink your third cocktail of the day, this time, a piña colada. Since it was an all inclusive hotel, you made sure to enjoy anything you could, even if it meant having cocktails for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and in between. Still, all of them had a soft hint of alcohol, so you wouldn't be drunk and embarrassing him so easily. 

 You smile at the bartender, as you shake your head when he asks if he should retire Baelor's cup. He has taken at least twenty minutes on his phone call. 

 The hotel was luxurious, but also very low-key. It took you ten minutes deep in the palm trees by car to arrive here. Instead of a tower full of rooms, they had ten small cabins, which Baelor made sure to take full advantage of. 

You make a signal for him to hurry, since you were still waiting for him to finish. He shrugged his shoulders as he kept talking. 

“Can I get another piña colada for him?” You ask the bartender, and he nods softly. 

There were upsides to be with Baelor. First of all, he was handsome, too handsome to be true. Second, he never worried about money, since he gave you an extension of his black card, and never checked the bills to pay. 

You thought that having a sugar daddy would be stranger, having to endure an old dude just for money. But you enjoyed being with Baelor, and liked to be his arm candy. 

He was recently divorced, and he had that ‘DILF’ aura all over him. Well, it didn’t help that he had two grown sons that you met awkwardly once.  Still, he was generous and kind. You were worried you’d get a gross old man, but Baelor was more than that. He cared, and he listened to you, making sure to spoil you as much as he fucked you to his liking. 

You walk over to him, handing him his cocktail, and you softly ask.

“Are you done? We were supposed to go to the beach…” 

Baelor places a hand on the microphone of his phone, whispering “Sorry, sweetheart. I have to close this deal.” He says a bit apologetic but not so much, as this was simply how it works.

The downside was this, him having a lot of work, him having to keep you waiting for him to finish. His sons were not the biggest fans of you, and even if you could logically understand it, certainly was not a pleasant feeling. And well, that feeling of not knowing Baelor’s true feelings about you; were you there only to warm his bed? Did he truly care about you? 

And well, you have realised that a man who has a sugar baby, most of the time were freaks. Were into something real nasty and unusual.  

“You took forever” you tell him almost immediately when he comes to where you were laying, with one sun longer reserved for him. 

He groans, slumping on the chair as he leans his head back, the sunglasses moving slightly on the bridge of his nose “Took me a while to close the deal.”

“I already went to the sea, and I already had a swim” you say to him, as if trying to see his reaction. 

“Did you, sweetheart?” He chuckles, leaning back as he takes off his glasses. He takes off his sandals, his trunks of a dark green colour that doesn’t necessarily match the beach shirt that he keeps open, showing his soft tummy that you loved. Muscles and all, with age his muscles soften, and you do not mind it one bit. 

“Yep. It was not as pleasant at this hour. I hope I did not get sunburned”

“And all the while, I was waiting like an idiot for the damn bureaucracy" he huffs amused, leaning back on his chair.  

Baelor didn’t mind swimming in the beach, he was not the type to usually do it, but you had a way to keep him young, doing things as if he was twenty years old again, childfree and carefree in life, as if he was on his honeymoon. 

“Of your own business.” You say amused. “You have to tell them that you’re on vacation, which means not available, so you’ll tell them to fuck off”

“Thank the Seven that you are not my secretary then…” he chuckles amused “You’ll turn every call away, and I would end up poor”

“I’d be a great secretary” you say, leaning back in your seat, shrugging as you stretch your legs. “I’d tell them all to fuck off, and so you can have a rest”

 “You’ll be my end” he says amused. 

“And besides we can have sex in your office everyday” you add with a smile, watching how he rolls his eyes, very amused by your comments. “In your desk, especially.”

“Would we, now?” He chuckles, playing with his family ring on his index finger, picturing it just perfect on his head. He always enjoys your little visits to his office, where he makes you lean against his old wooden desk, take your panties off as he fucks you, or sometimes he would simply eat you out like a meal.

“At least once a day” 

“At least you say? You’d milk me dry before your first week”

“Yummy” You say in that sassy tone as you apply sunscreen on your legs after not wearing it to the sea, as if trying to reverse the effects of being exposed to the sun. 

“I’d get nothing done with you around my office. I know for sure that I get nothing done in my house when you’re around”

The way you shrug, nonchalantly, makes him a bit uneasy. Not nervous, not insecure. He feels the desire form in his lower belly, as he checks your body slightly. It amuses him when you tease him like this, but now he feels more turned on as the sun warms his tanned skin. 

“Not my area of expertise” you smile at him, applying it in your arms lazily.

After a few seconds, Baelor breaks the silence, sitting slightly more straight.

“Come. I’ll put the sunscreen on your back” He says, patting the edge of his sun lounger and he makes space for you to sit, showing his back and pulling your hair out of the way. 

He is gentlemanly most of the time, which was adorable from him. He’d bring you flowers, pull your seat so you can sit open doors for you and he was attentive. He took care of himself, spoke eloquently and was a great host. 

His big slender hands make circles in your back, making sure the sunscreen was well applied. That... and feeling your warm skin under his hands. 

“That feels nice” You say quietly to him, relaxing under his touch. It is as if he enhances all your senses, hearing the sea, feeling the warm sand under your feet and enjoying the moment.

“Does it? Good… I like to take care of my girl”

He watches your back, and how it seems a bit red. No doubt, you had at least got slightly sunburned, which meant that tomorrow he’d have to buy an after sun, and try every method to get you to stop whining about your delicate skin. 

But that’s tomorrow. 

“Your area of expertise is me” he says, after thinking about it for a while, his hands sliding to your waist slightly and kissing the back of your shoulder. “Is it not?”

“Hmm…” You hum in response, feeling sheepishly now at his attention. Most of the time, he could be overwhelming when his whole focus was on you.

“What is it darling, not feeling like telling daddy the truth?”

“We are in public...” you say quietly, a bit shy of that fact. 

“We are.” he agrees, and adds “Do answer me”

That’s the thing with old men with money who seek younger women. There was always something wicked about them, something gross that younger men lack to show. 

“Yes”

“I helped you” He says, one of his hands moving to caress the small of your back. His tone is sweet, convincing and coaxing all at once. “Why don’t you help daddy? Hm?” 

You’d barely call applying sunscreen on your back as a grand gesture of help. You could’ve asked the people around, and no one would expect to be thanked by a blowjob.

But Baelor does. And as gentlemanly he can be, he can also be sweetly perverted. 

Unsure how to position yourself, you set yourself on your knees in the sand, next to his chair. You watch as Baelor pulls down his trunks slightly, and you feel your mouth water in anticipation. You always enjoyed pleasing Baelor, your mouth on him as he praised you with sweet words. 

Seeing his happy trail, coming from his soft tummy all the way to his cock always made you salivate like a hungry animal, and it was very arousing to see, even when he wasn’t doing anything sexual at all. 

He takes his cock out, looking around the beach to see if anyone was paying attention to any of you. His other hand moves to the back of your head, nudging you closer to his groin.  

“Look, how hard he is for you” He groans, his hand moving alongside his length, looking between you and his cock. “All for you”

There was something beautiful about Baelor’s cock, either the shape or the way it twitches slightly, and you look at him. 

“Are you sure?”

“I am” he says softly, as if your worries about doing it in public amused him. “Now, don’t put on that face. Be sweet, baby, hm? Show me that pretty pout of yours”

He was unbelievable sometimes. You think, as your lips move to make a slight pouty look, knowing how he likes it. 

“There she is,” he says, as he keeps stroking his cock. “So sweet, I like you just like that. Why don’t you kiss the tip?”

It feels slightly patronising, but you move your head, almost bowing to press your lips against the head of his cock. You know that Baelor doesn’t just want a simple kiss. 

You didn’t need him to tell you anything more, because you knew what was expected of you. He could be real sweet and kind, but after all, you were his sugar baby, and you had a purpose to fulfil. 

“Good job, baby” he praises.  “Theeeere you go” 

You savour him in your tongue, the taste so familiar by now, making your head spin slightly with desire. He never was one to force your head down, taking away the air in your lungs forcefully. When you asked how he liked it, he shrugged and simply said that he enjoyed anything.  

“He is so yummy” you murmur to him, your lips glued to the sticky precum on his tip. You lick it, looking up at him.

“He is.” He says, pleased with himself “Good girl… Real sticky, isn’t it?”

“Yeah” you say, as you open your mouth to suck on the tip, knowing it makes his toes curl in pleasure as he leaves a small curse out of his lips.

“Open wide for him, baby.”

He’s so big. You think once more, as your lips part even further to try and get him all in your mouth. You love how it feels stuffed, how feeling his head hit the back of your throat makes you watch stars behind your closed eyes. 

More than taking him full in your mouth, you make sure to give equal attention to all of it. His tip, the base, his balls… It was exquisite to have Baelor’s cock all to your display. 

“You’re perfect for this…” his words almost come as a grunt, his hips faltering slightly as he accommodates. “Daddy loves your mouth, baby. Keep pleasing’ daddy, come on”

Gross old men. You think once again, as there was obviously something of that nature about Baelor Targaryen as well. Didn’t realise that when you met with him for the first time, you’d be in an all-inclusive hotel having his cock inside your mouth out in the open, but never say never. 

Baelor groans, as you bob your head on his cock. The taste makes you hungry, and you feel his warm hand on the back of your neck, guiding you slightly. 

“My perfect girl, makin’ me feel so nice” he practically murmurs, if his voice wasn’t so deep and raspy from the pleasure. He could always get undone by you sucking his cock, or using your mouth on him. “You will make daddy cum?” 

You hum in agreement, your eyes lazy going to watch his face. Baelor has his usual grin, his skin glistening from the sweat, and you can smell his masculine scent in between the sand where your knees are against. 

His cock feels heavy against your mouth; your eyes get teary as you try to make him cum. It is a weird position, and you feel more self conscious now that you are in public, but you are so horny hearing him groan. You wish he could simply pull you in his lap and rock you there, feeling his cock deep inside you. You liked that idea more, even if you loved sucking his cock, you wish to be in his arms as he thrusts in you deeply, all in the open for people to see. Maybe he’d put a towel around your waist, a lame excuse to try and cover the fact that he was fucking you in the hotel’s beach. 

You slurp on his cock, the base firm in your hand as you bob your head slightly, wanting him to cum in your mouth. You can feel the slight drool in your lips, making a real mess in your chin. 

“That’s it baby, make daddy cum…” he moans, his hand against your head to help you in the pace. The small gagging sounds only seem to spur him further, closer and closer to cum. “Open wide…”

You love hearing Baelor cum, as he wasn’t shameful to moan, biting his lip as he had that pleased face on himself. It was a delight to see, seeing his mind go blank from the pleasure as his cock pumps your mouth full of his cum. 

You lick his cock clean, not minding that some of it falls on your cheek, but you seem to swallow every single drop, just as he likes. Baelor isn’t a man who likes a half-finished job. 

“Good girl…” he groans, as you lick his already limping cock clean. 

You sit back on your heels as he tries to get his breathing back to normal. He pulls his shorts back up, biting his lip before chuckling slightly. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says quietly. “Just thinking’ how we could do this tomorrow as well”

You slightly make a pout, because you were so pent up, you could feel the fire in your belly after sucking him dry. You wish he could bend you over the chair and start to pound your cunt. 

“Not now?”

“I am not as young as you are,” he says, chuckling, leaning back. You suppose that’s the catch about middle aged men. “Once we are back in our room, we can have a try” He promises, one his hands coming to caress your hair as if you were one of his pets. 

“But I am really horny” you say to him.

“Is my darling dripping wet?” he asks in that condescending, pitiful tone.

“Yeah…”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“You said tomorrow…”

“Indulge me, love. Come on, tell me”

“Well, I really want to cum too.” You say to him, seeing how he chuckles, moving his head away like he does when something amuses him. “And I think that you could make me ride you? Like when we got back from the hike the other day, you could rock me on your cock…” you say, feeling your cheeks go red as you recall that feeling. 

Baelor doesn’t answer; instead he sits up a bit more straight, his eyes away from you. You follow his eyes, to where the family (or friends? You cannot know for sure what their relationship is) was packing up their things. Whatever, you think. 

“Daddy” you say quietly. “Baelor”

“I think they saw us,” he says simply, not turning back to see you. He was focused on them, as if trying to analyze their intentions. “And I think they will report us to the administration”

Your stomach drops, feeling a surge of panic and terror. Any lust evaporated at that, feeling like you have committed the worst crime. “What?”

“They were talking about it, didn’t you hear?”

No! You think.  I was too busy talking about what other dirty stuff we could do!

You move to take your towel, as if ashamed by the way your bikini shows your body. Gods, you think as your cheeks are burning hot. What were you going to do? Kicked out of the hotel for being perverted?

“What will we do?” You say to him, feeling a surge of hopelessness, seeking some sort of comfort as he simply writes something. 

He looks at the people packing up their things, and he sighs.

“You’ll go there, apologise with that pretty face of yours and then hand them this…” he says, extending the cheque to your direction. You raise your eyebrows at seeing the six digit number, and his nonchalant smile, as if he was tipping a waiter. “Tell them to write their name there. Yeah? Go on, love, use your pretty words” 

“But…” you say quietly. “What if they don’t accept it?”

“Do not be so shy. You were sassing me earlier” he says a bit amused. “We’ll cross that bridge if it comes to it.”

He was patronising sometimes, watching you walk over the family, as he remembers your red cheeks. Baelor feels satisfaction deep in his bones, leaning back in the chair. Knowing the issue was resolved, he leaned to pick up the piña colada to drink it up, while his other hand slid behind his head. He doesn’t need any confirmation to know the issue was resolved, as if he was handling a business once again. 

Baelor thinks that perhaps, tomorrow he could fuck you as you asked in the hammocks by the other side of the hotel. Perhaps he needed to write more cheques for that as well.