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34: Seduced by Two Daddies (3)
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Tales Of His Obsession 35: Seduced by Two Daddies (4)
The peace was a fragile, fucked-out haze, shattered by the escalating force of their movements. Isabella had become a conduit of pure sensation, her mind blissfully blank, reduced to the rhythmic push and pull, the slap of flesh, the guttural sounds of male pleasure. But Marcus and Julian were far from finished with their new toy. Julian’s thrusts into her ass became sharper, more demanding, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. "She's taking it so well, Marcus," he grunted, his usually smooth voice rough with strain. "Like a perfect little anal slut." Marcus, gripping her hair to control the pace of her face-fucking, gave a dark chuckle. "She hasn't even had our cocks in her cunt at the same time yet." He pulled his length from her mouth, a thick strand of saliva clinging to her bruised lips. "Up, on your back. Now." Disoriented, weak-limbed, Isabella obeyed the barked command. Julian withdrew from her ass with a wet pop
Tales Of His Obsession 34: Seduced by Two Daddies (3)
The world dissolved into a raw, physical symphony. The slap of skin on skin, the creak of the abused desk, the guttural grunts of the men using her, and her own broken cries, which had morphed from screams into breathless, sobbing pleas. "Please... oh god, please..." But whether she was begging them to stop or never to stop, even she didn't know. Marcus held her gaze captive, his stormy eyes burning with a primal fire as he pistoned up into her, his cock stroking a deep, internal trigger with every brutal thrust. "Who do you belong to, Isabella?" he demanded, his voice ragged. "You," she gasped, the word torn from her. "Louder." "I belong to you!" she cried, the declaration sending a shockwave of shame and dark thrill through her. From behind, Julian chuckled, a dark, rich sound as he maintained his deep, grinding rhythm in her ass. "And?" he prompted, his hands moving from her hips to cup her full breasts, pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra until she yelped. "And
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 19: Daddy’s Cam Girl (6)
The email from Markus arrived at 10 AM. Attached were a one-page document titled “Parameters & Protocols” and a single, chilling photograph of the man himself. He was enormous, not just tall, but built like a fortified wall, with close-cropped hair, a thick neck, and eyes that held no light. He l
Tales Of His Obsession 18: Daddy’s Cam Girl (5)
The black town car was a familiar ghost in the night. Sloane slid into its plush interior, her body still humming with a phantom ache from the stream. She’d showered, reapplied a more subdued version of her makeup, and dressed in another of his gifts: a simple, knee-length cashmere dress the colo
Tales Of His Obsession 16: Daddy’s Cam Girl (3)
The apartment was a new, modern cage on the 14th floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a breathtaking, glittering view of the city Sloane had been drowning in just days before. The air smelled of new paint and money. Her footsteps echoed on the polished concrete floors as she explored, a ghost
Tales Of His Obsession 15: Daddy’s Cam Girl (2)
The scent of new leather and ambition filled the sleek black town car as it glided through the rain-slicked city streets. Sloane, perched on the edge of the butter-soft seat, felt like an imposter in a stolen costume. The dress, a simple, shockingly expensive sheath of midnight silk, clung to her
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