LOGINShare
THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S MUSE (IV)
publish date:
2026-08-25 08:51:30
Latest chapter
Call Me Daddy THE RESEARCH TRIP (III)
Aveline The library smelled like old paper and cold air. The carpet ate our steps. Even the lights felt quiet. Professor Xavier signed us in at the desk like nothing in the world was wrong. Faculty. Research assistant. I stood beside him with my bag and tried to look like a girl who only came here to work.For almost an hour we did work. We pulled boxes. We opened folders. We took pictures of letters and lists and tiny notes written by people who were long dead. He spoke to me in his normal professor voice. I answered in my normal student voice. My hands shook only when he stood too close.Under my skirt I had nothing on. Every time I sat or bent or reached for a box, I felt it. Air. Wet. Last night still in my body. I kept my knees together and prayed nobody could tell.“Box twelve,” he said at last. “Restricted stacks. Come.”We walked past the main tables. Past the glass. Past the attendant who barely looked up. The restricted stacks were a narrow aisle between high shelves. The c
Call Me Daddy THE RESEARCH TRIP (II)
AvelineI woke up late on purpose, or maybe he let me. The room was still dim. The curtains were only half closed. I felt the ache between my legs from last night and I felt him sitting on the edge of the bed like he had been watching me sleep.“Good morning, Aveline,” he said. “Office hours started without you.”I sat up slowly. My mouth was dry. My heart was already going too fast.On the desk there was a small black bag I had not seen last night. He opened it like it was normal. Soft rope. A dark silk scarf. A slim vibrator I knew. I had told him about that toy in a late message I should never have sent. My face went hot.“You brought that,” I whispered.“I listen,” he said. “Even when you pretend it was only talk.”He stood up and pulled the covers off me. I was still naked. He looked at me the way he looked at a draft he meant to mark.“Today you are the graduate student who stayed after hours,” he said. “You did not leave when you should have. Now you belong in my temporary clas
Call Me Daddy THE RESEARCH TRIP (I)
Aveline The hotel door shut hard behind us. My bag hit the floor. His bag hit the floor. I did not even get one full breath before Professor Xavier pushed me against the door. His mouth was on my neck. His hands were on my waist. I could feel how hard he already was. “You have been looking at me like that for weeks,” he said against my skin. “Do not lie. I saw it in class. I saw it in my office. I am done pretending this is only school.” My heart was going too fast. I had thought about this so many times that it felt like a dream and a scare at the same time. “Professor—” “Good,” he said. “That is the only name you use this weekend. Say it again.” “Professor.” He kissed me then. It was not soft. It was hungry. His tongue was in my mouth and his body pinned me to the door so I could not move even if I wanted to. He started on my blouse. Button by button. He watched my face the whole time, like he was grading me. “Look at me,” he said. “Do not hide.” The blouse opened. He pu
Call Me Daddy THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S MUSE (VI)
Vera The studio was quiet again after hours. Uncle Ryan had set up the big mirrors so I could see myself from every side. A screen sat on a table playing the videos he had taken of us. The first one was already on. It was me in this same room, the night he took my first time. I stood there naked, my heart beating hard. He came up behind me and put his hands on my hips. “Look at the screen,” he said. “Then look in the mirror. Tell me what you see.” I watched the video. The girl on the screen was shaking while he pushed inside her. Her face was red. She was crying a little. In the mirror I saw the same girl now, but different. My body knew what was coming. “I see… me,” I said. “The first night. I look scared.” “You were,” he said. “Now you’re not. Watch.” He bent me forward a little so I faced both the mirror and the screen. He rubbed his cock against my pussy. I was already wet. He pushed in slow. I watched it happen in the mirror—his body behind mine, my mouth opening. “Describe
Call Me Daddy THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S MUSE (V)
Vera We were at a gallery opening the next week. Lots of people in nice clothes looking at pictures on the walls. Soft music played. Uncle Ryan had his camera bag with him like always. I wore a simple black dress. My heart beat fast the whole time because I knew what was in that bag. He stood close while we looked at a big painting. His voice was quiet so only I could hear. “Remember the photo from the studio? The one where you’re bent over the table, crying a little, my cock stretching you for the first time. I have it right here.” My face got hot. “Daddy… not here. There are so many people.” He didn’t look at me. He just smiled at the painting. “You agreed. Those pictures are our secret leash. If you say no, I don’t have to keep them private. You don’t want that, do you?” I swallowed. “No, Daddy. I don’t.” “Then be good.” He took my hand and led me toward a quieter corner behind a tall display. People were still close, talking and laughing, but this spot was darker. He opened t
Call Me Daddy THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S MUSE (IV)
VeraThe cabin sat by itself in the trees with snow all around it. No other houses. No cars. Just the quiet and the cold. Uncle Ryan parked and we went inside. The fire was already going. He locked the door and looked at me.“Take everything off,” he said. “We’re alone now. No one can hear you. No one can walk in.”I pulled my clothes off slow. The air inside was warm but I still shivered. He took my hand and led me to the big window. Frost covered the glass. He pressed my bare breasts against it.The cold hit like a slap. I gasped and tried to pull back. He held me there.“Stay,” he said. “Feel it. Let the cold wake you up.”My nipples went hard against the ice. It burned in a strange way. He stood behind me and reached between my legs. His fingers found me already wet.“Even the cold makes you drip,” he said. “Dirty girl. You like this, don’t you?”“It’s so cold, Daddy,” I whispered. “It hurts a little.”“Good. That’s the point.” He opened the door a crack and scooped a handful of s
You may also like
Please Me, Daddy
EliJa642.7K viewsAccidentally Yours
Shayla HArt1.9M viewsBeyond the Divorce
Third Blossom3.1M viewsBogus Billionaire
Shining Riviera794.5K viewsMarked By My Best Friend's Brother
Mia Moans128 viewsSeducing My Mother's Fiancè (SPG)
Ensi70 viewsReborn before the apocalypse: from betrayed wife to survivor
Flimxy vic 187 viewsMarry Me To Destroy Them
PEACEFUL52 views
