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23: The Submissive Daddy (3)
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2026-06-18 13:17:47
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Tales Of His Obsession 33: Seduced by Two Daddies (2)
The command, so direct, so filthy, sent a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. She sank down, the cool rug rough against her bare knees. From this vantage point, she was eye-level with the prominent bulge in Marcus’s trousers. Julian moved behind her, his hands settling on her bare shoulders, a possessive anchor. Marcus unbuckled his belt, the clink of metal deafening. He unzipped his fly and freed his cock. It was thick, veined, and already fully erect, the head flushed a deep red. Isabella’s breath hitched. It was larger than anything she’d ever seen, let alone taken. “Look at you,” Marcus growled, fisting his length. “Our pretty little applicant, on her knees where she belongs. Show us you want this job, Isabella. Show us how badly you need it.” His words were a dark catalyst, mixing her shame with a desperate, rising need. Leaning forward, driven by a compulsion she didn’t fully understand, she extended her tongue and licked a slow, tentative stripe from the base of his sha
Tales Of His Obsession 32: Seduced by Two Daddies
The luxurious penthouse apartment shimmered in the sunset, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering city skyline. Isabella, a young woman of twenty-three with wide, innocent eyes and a curvy figure she was still learning to own, nervously smoothed the silk of her little black dress. It was too tight, too short, a choice she’d made in a moment of wild rebellion against her quiet life. She was here to interview for a personal assistant position, a job that promised a salary that could lift her and her sick mother out of their cramped apartment forever. The door opened before she could knock. Two men stood in the doorway, and the air seemed to leave the corridor. They were both in their late forties, exuding an aura of power and casual wealth that was almost tangible. Marcus, on the left, had dark hair silvering at the temples, eyes like storm clouds, and a jawline that could cut glass. He wore a charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders. Julian, on the right, was h
Tales Of His Obsession 31: Doctor Daddy (7)
The days of the Intensive Program bled into one another, a relentless, structured procession of sensory modulation, restraint, and Dr. Anderson’s meticulously applied “therapy.” The pharmacological adjuncts began on Day Two, a clear, tasteless liquid added to her water that made her skin hypersensitive and her mind pliant, blurring the edges of resistance into a soft, accepting haze. Each day introduced a new variable. Some sessions were silent, hours spent bound in intricate, restrictive positions while he observed her on the monitors, noting her physiological responses. Others were cacophonous, filled with discordant sounds, his voice layered over pre-recorded medical commands and her own previous moans played back to her. He used tools with increasing specificity: a vibrating, pronged device that clamped onto her clitoris for “oscillatory desensitization,” a warmed, weighted plug inserted for hours to “promote pelvic floor memory.” Through it all, the through-line was his contr
Tales Of His Obsession 30: Doctor Daddy (6)
The transition from outpatient to inpatient was seamless, a logical escalation in a protocol that had long since ceased to have any pretense of medical legitimacy. On Monday at 9 AM, Alexa presented herself not at the West Wing suite, but at a private, unmarked entrance to a part of the hospital she’d never seen. Dr. Anderson met her there, his demeanor one of brisk, focused efficiency. “Leave your phone, your bag, any personal items here,” he instructed, taking a small lockbox from a shelf. “For the duration of the program, you are under my direct care. Your sole focus is healing.” She handed over her lifeline to the outside world without a word. The act felt symbolic, a final severing. He led her down a sterile, quiet hallway to a private room. It wasn’t a standard hospital room. It was a larger space, sparsely furnished. A wide, medical-grade bed with adjustable rails dominated the center. There were monitors against one wall, their screens dark. A rolling cart held an array of d
Tales Of His Obsession 29: Doctor Daddy (5)
The back-to-back sessions became her new reality, the axis around which her life spun. The outside world, her job, her friends, the mundane rhythm of days, faded into a dull, gray blur. All that held color and meaning were the blue walls of the suite, the scent of sandalwood and antiseptic, and the deep, commanding timbre of his voice. Session 4 was a blur of sensation. He had used his hands again, but differently. He’d employed a technique he called “fascial stripping,” his fingers digging deep into the muscles of her inner thighs, her groin, her lower abdomen, manipulating tissue with a painful, pleasurable pressure that left her bruised and breathless, before culminating in a climax so intense she blacked out for a few seconds. But Session 5, the next evening, marked another escalation. A fundamental shift. When she entered the suite, the table had been modified. The stirrups were not the usual cold metal cups, but padded leather cuffs. And two additional straps were lying on th
Tales Of His Obsession 28: Doctor Daddy (4)
The following evening at 8 PM, Alexa was once again in the blue-walled suite. The air was cooler, carrying a faint, clean antiseptic scent that did nothing to calm her nerves. She obeyed his instruction, the soft cotton gown tied loosely in the back, her body bare and sensitive beneath it. Every shift of the fabric felt like a whisper against her skin, a constant reminder of her state of undress, of readiness. Dr. Anderson entered precisely on time. Tonight, he’d forgone the white coat entirely. He wore a form-fitting black t-shirt that stretched across the powerful planes of his chest and shoulders, and dark trousers. He looked less like a doctor and more like a sculptor approaching his chosen medium. “Alexa,” he said, his voice a low, warm vibration. “Report. Any residual tension?” “Yes,” she breathed, the word honest. It had been a 24-hour crescendo, a needy hum that had started the moment she’d left his office the day before. “It’s… worse.” A flicker of satisfaction passed thr
Tales Of His Obsession 12: Dares & Daddies (12)
Lola sobbed, overwhelmed by the dual invasion, the pain in her ass mixing with the sharp pleasure on her clit. Her body, trained for response, began to crest despite the agony. "Now," William growled, and Lola shattered, a convulsive orgasm wracking her body as she was penetrated anally by the col
Tales Of His Obsession 11: Dares & Daddies (11)
The smell of burned flesh lingered, a stark, brutal punctuation to the symphony of musk and sweat. Nancy and Ruby lay curled on the floor near the hearth, their soft cries the only sounds as they cradled their new wounds. The sizzle and scream still seemed to echo in the grand room, a visceral test
Tales Of His Obsession 10: Dares & Daddies (10)
George’s eyes lit up. He sauntered over to where Amelia and Lola stood clutching each other. “You two,” he said, tapping Amelia’s nose playfully. “You’ve been such good, dirty girls. Such a team.” His smile turned wicked. “Your favor… is to swap.” Amelia frowned. “Swap?” George pointed to the oth
Tales Of His Obsession 9: Dares & Daddies (9)
A heavy, sated silence descended upon the library, broken only by the crackle of the dying fire and the ragged breaths of the exhausted, used women. The air was thick with the smell of sex: salty, musky, primal. It clung to the velvet drapes, the leather furniture, the Persian rug now stained in se
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