ログイン共有
26: Doctor Daddy (2)
公開日:
2026-06-19 12:59:04
最新チャプター
Tales Of His Obsession 76: The Principal Chronicles (Melanie) 4
A week later, the first true storm of spring lashed against the windows of Sterling Thorne’s office, rain sheeting down the panes in chaotic rivers. Inside, the atmosphere was a different kind of storm, tense, silent, and crackling with unspent fury. Melanie River stood before his desk, and she was a hurricane contained in a five-foot-two frame. A junior, nineteen, she had the compact, powerful build of a gymnast, which she was. Her auburn hair was a wild, damp mane around a face flushed with anger, her freckles standing out like copper dust across her nose. Her green eyes blazed, and her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, making the muscles in her biceps flex. Her uniform was a mess, mud splattered on the knees of her gray pants, the sleeve of her blouse torn at the shoulder. The report in Sterling’s hand was from Coach Briggs. Melanie River – Physical altercation with Sarah Li in the locker room. Sarah required two stitches above her eye. Melanie shows “no remorse.” Suspens
Tales Of His Obsession 75: The Principal Chronicles (Phoebe) 3
Phoebe’s eyes went wide. A soft “oh” escaped her lips. This was the first test, the leap from theory to practice. Her fingers, so steady when holding a debate trophy, fumbled at the first pearl button. It slipped free. Then the next. And the next. She kept her eyes downcast, her face aflame. When the blouse fell open, it revealed a simple, white cotton bra. She was elegant, slender, her breasts high and modest. Sterling’s gaze was clinical, appreciative. “Lovely. Now, the skirt. Unzip it and let it fall.” A whimper this time, but her hands moved. The zipper’s sound was loud in the silent room. The gray pleated skirt pooled around her ankles, leaving her in her bra, kneesocks, and plain white panties. She shivered, though the room was warm. “Come here,” he murmured, opening his arms slightly. She stepped out of the skirt-circle and took the two steps to him, stopping just inches away. He could smell her now, lavender soap and the clean scent of crisp cotton, undercut by the sharp
Tales Of His Obsession 74: The Principal Chronicles (Phoebe) 2
The following Monday afternoon, Principal Sterling Thorne sat in the quiet of his office, the memory of Nova’s defiant submission still a pleasant, humming undercurrent in his veins. He’d watched her in the hallways between classes, seen the new, secretive tilt to her smirk when their eyes met. It was a game well-played. Today, however, was a different kind of challenge. He glanced at the file open before him: Phoebe Ashford, 19, Senior. Class Valedictorian (projected). President of the Debate Team, Editor of the Literary Magazine, Lead in the Spring Musical. Her photograph showed a girl with a serene, intelligent face, honey-blonde hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and eyes the color of calm sea glass. Flawless. Untouchable. The perfect student. And therein lay the problem, according to the note from Mrs. Gable, the senior English teacher. “Excessive perfectionism leading to visible anxiety. Refuses all suggestions to delegate or reduce workload. Concerned about a potential bre
Tales Of His Obsession 73: The Principal Chronicles (Nova)
The late afternoon sun slanted through the polished windows of Principal Sterling Thorne’s office, casting long, elegant shadows across the Persian rug. At fifty-two, Sterling carried his authority like a tailored suit, impeccable, intimidating, and quietly powerful. His silver-flecked hair was perfectly styled, his charcoal suit jacket draped over the back of his leather chair. He was reviewing disciplinary reports, but his attention kept drifting to the clock. He was expecting a visitor. A soft knock echoed through the spacious office. “Come in,” Sterling called, his voice a low, commanding baritone. The door opened, and Nova stepped inside. She was a vision of calculated rebellion, a senior, eighteen years old, with jet-black hair streaked with electric blue. It fell in messy waves around a face dominated by large, kohl-rimmed eyes and a smirk that suggested she knew secrets the world wasn’t ready for. She wore the mandatory uniform, but had transformed it: the white blouse was
Tales Of His Obsession 72: Daddy’s Private Island (11)
The silence he left in his wake was absolute, broken only by the rising howl of the wind and the first fat drops of rain hitting the glass. Minutes ticked by. No one moved. They stared at their objects, at the storm, at their own hands. Chloe was the first to break. A soft sob escaped her. She looked at the collar, gleaming dully on the dark velvet. She saw every moment of pretended pleasure, every hungry, secret glance, every time she’d molded herself to fit a fantasy. She reached down. Her fingers closed around the cool platinum. Without ceremony, she lifted it, brought it to her throat, and fastened the clasp. It clicked shut with a final, soft snick. She let out a shaking breath. It didn’t feel like a leash. It felt like a spine. Julian watched her from the corner of his eye. He looked at the cane. He remembered the bite of it, the humiliation, and then the strange, clean clarity that followed. The freedom in surrender. He thought of his gyms, his empire built on rigid control.
Tales Of His Obsession 71: Daddy’s Private Island (10)
Elena stood holding the phone, utterly broken. The titan was gone. In her place was a hollow woman who had just heard the true cost of her victory. She slowly placed the phone down and sank into her chair, staring at nothing. Daddy let the silence stretch, allowing the weight of her confession to settle over everyone. "The bowl is not yet empty," he said finally. "We continue. But the nature of the game shifts now. You have seen the depths. Now, we see the connections. Chloe, draw again." The game proceeded, paper after paper, drawing out more secrets, forcing more intimacies. Chloe was commanded to kiss the person she felt most jealous of (she chose Elena, a hard, desperate kiss that tasted of salt and envy). Julian was ordered to let Alistair examine his body like a specimen, narrating every scar and imperfection. Marcus had to compose a haiku using only words torn from a magazine that described his mother (the result was devastatingly bleak). Finally, the bowl held only one las
Tales Of His Obsession 2: Dares & Daddies (2)
The air left the room. Lola’s eyes widened. She looked at the other women, finding no rescue, only a mix of shock and morbid fascination. She looked at the men. Their expressions were unreadable, patient, expectant, hungry. This was the line, the moment where the fantasy of easy money met the grit
Tales Of His Obsession 1: Dares & Daddies
The sleek black limousines purred up the winding, tree-lined drive of the Montgomery Estate, one after another, their tinted windows reflecting the dying embers of the sunset. Inside the third car, Willow bit her glossed lower lip, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her tiny sequined clut
Tales Of His Obsession 5: Dares & Daddies (5)
The "special vodka" hummed through Willow's veins like liquid electricity, melting her bones and painting the world in soft, forgiving strokes. The fear that had been a cold knot in her stomach was gone, replaced by a warm, heavy languor. She giggled again, the sound airy and disconnected, as she w
Tales Of His Obsession 3: Dares & Daddies (3)
The scent of sex now hung in the air, thick and musky, mingling with the woodsmoke and whiskey. Lola lay sprawled on the crimson cushion, her chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the firelight. She made no move to cover herself. The act of being so publicly consumed had sh
あなたも気に入るかもしれません
When His Eyes Opened
Simple Silence25.1M ビューPursuing My Ex-Wife Isn't Easy
Inked Snow3.3M ビューHIRED AS A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE
Rossy692.1K ビューOne night stand with a Billionaire
Pixiepiu785.3K ビューThe Apex of Forever
Elena Rossi85 ビューThe Billionaire's One Year Wife
Buxel19 ビューIn Your Pucking Dreams, Captain
Josie Quinn30 ビューMy Abusive Ex Watched Me Marry His Stepbrother
AL-Ghainyy100 ビュー
