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Chapter 81
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2026-07-27 17:31:58
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Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 83
The separation stretched into its third week, each day layering new shades of grief, clarity, and tentative hope onto the raw wound between us. Lisbon was now ten days away, and the hotel room had started to feel less like neutral ground and more like a cocoon where I was slowly molting out of the skin I had worn for Aiden. Physically, I was the strongest I had been since the collapse. The doctor had cleared me for travel with caveats about stress management. Emotionally, I felt like a half-rebuilt house, foundation reinforced but walls still missing in places. I spent long mornings walking the city with my camera, no schedule dictating when I had to return. One particularly clear day, I took the train to an older neighborhood on the outskirts and shot an entire series on generational contrast: elderly residents on stoops next to new street art, children playing in alleys framed by gleaming high-rises in the distance. The work flowed in a way it hadn’t in nearly a year. For hours, I
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 82
The second week of separation stretched time into something elastic and cruel. I had extended my stay at the hotel for another seven days, pushing Lisbon preparations into the final stretch. The physical health improvements held, but the emotional void left by Aiden’s absence carved deeper with each passing day. Mornings began with me staring at the ceiling, cataloging the ways I had lost myself. Afternoons were spent wandering the city with my camera, chasing moments that felt authentic. Evenings ended in quiet hotel rooms where the silence screamed. Aiden and I spoke every other day. The calls were lifelines wrapped in barbed wire, comforting and painful in equal measure. On Wednesday, his voice sounded thinner than usual. “The penthouse is too quiet,” he said. “I keep expecting to hear your camera shutter or see you editing at the kitchen island. The review meetings feel pointless without you waiting for me at home.” I swallowed hard, pacing the small hotel room. “I shot a serie
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 81
The decision to leave didn’t come in a single dramatic moment. It built slowly over the days following my health recovery, like cracks spreading across ice until the surface could no longer hold weight. Lisbon departure was two weeks away. The penthouse, once my sanctuary, now felt like a beautiful cage I had helped design. Every corner held memories of surrender, of intense connection, of the slow erasure of the man I used to be. Aiden sensed the shift. His therapy had sharpened his awareness, and my growing restlessness was impossible to hide. We spent the morning after my successful downtown shoot in quiet conversation on the terrace. The city stretched below us, indifferent to the war inside me. “I need to leave for a while,” I said finally, the words tasting like ash. “Not forever. Not even for Lisbon yet. Just… space. A hotel. Somewhere I can breathe without your schedule, without the routines, without feeling like I exist only in relation to you.” Aiden went very still. The
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 80
The final days of the health-focused recovery period felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. My body had stabilized, bloodwork improved, energy levels rising, headaches rare, but the deeper questions about identity and the sustainability of our relationship loomed larger than ever. Aiden had thrown himself into supporting my healing with a dedication that was both beautiful and bittersweet. The man who once demanded my total surrender now seemed determined to prove he could hold space for my independence. One crisp morning, I woke feeling stronger than I had in weeks. Aiden was already up, preparing a breakfast spread in the kitchen. Fresh fruit, avocado toast, eggs cooked exactly the way I liked. He smiled when I entered, pulling me into a gentle hug. “Big day today,” he said. “You mentioned wanting to shoot downtown. I cleared a secure window. Three hours, full security team. No pressure if you’re not ready.” I was ready. The outing became a turning point. With camera in hand
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 79
The third week blurred the lines between recovery and reckoning. My body was mending in small increments, more energy for short shoots, fewer dizzy spells, bloodwork trending better, but the psychological weight pressed heavier with each passing day. The health scare had cracked open every buried doubt about who I had become. Mornings often found me staring at old portfolios, comparing the vibrant, hungry photographer I used to be with the man who now measured his worth in Aiden’s approval and the safety of the penthouse walls. Aiden noticed everything. He had shifted into a new rhythm, one that balanced his empire’s demands with an almost devotional attention to my healing. Therapy sessions left him quieter, more introspective. He shared snippets over breakfast: how his father’s voice still echoed in moments of stress, urging him to tighten control rather than loosen it. How my collapse had become a mirror for his own unhealed wounds. One Tuesday, I felt well enough for a longer ou
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 78
The second week of recovery felt like wading through thick fog. My body was slowly cooperating—headaches less frequent, dizziness mostly gone—but the mental and emotional exhaustion lingered like a shadow that refused to lift. I spent long hours in the studio, not always shooting but simply sitting with my camera, trying to reconnect with the part of myself that had once found joy in light and shadow and fleeting moments. Some days the spark returned briefly. Others, it felt like staring at a stranger’s tools. Aiden had restructured his days around my needs with a discipline that was both touching and overwhelming. Mornings started with him bringing breakfast in bed, oatmeal with fruits, eggs, the nutrient-dense meals the doctor had recommended. He joined me for gentle yoga sessions in the living room, his powerful frame moving with surprising care beside me. The business review continued in the background, but he delegated ruthlessly, prioritizing what he now called “our foundation.
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 7: Seven Days Owned
Seven days.I had officially been locked inside Aiden Kane’s penthouse for one full week, and something inside me had fundamentally broken.I knelt in the center of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar locked around my throat and the heavy steel cock cage that had b
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 3: Surrendering Deeper
By the third day, I had stopped pretending I had any control left. I knelt in the middle of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar around my throat and the heavy steel cage locked around my cock. My wrists were bound behind my back with soft black rope. A thick vibr
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 2: First Night of Ruin
I woke up to the feeling of being filled again. My face was pressed into the silk sheets, ass raised high by a thick pillow. Aiden’s heavy, muscular body covered mine, one powerful hand pinning the back of my neck while his thick cock pushed deep inside me in one smooth thrust. I gasped awake,
Breed Me Raw, Daddy Chapter 1: Claimed at the Gala
Kai's POV The ballroom glittered like a golden trap. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, throwing warm light over hundreds of wealthy guests in expensive clothes. I moved through the crowd with my camera, dressed in my best black button up and skinny trousers. I was only here for the money
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