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37: Seduced by Two Daddies (6)

Author: C.M.
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 14:35:33

The master suite was a world of shadows and silken luxury. Isabella stood in the immense marble bathroom, steam from the rainfall shower curling around her like a ghost.

She had washed meticulously, the hot water stinging the sensitive, bitten skin of her inner thighs and the tender ring of her asshole. The physical evidence was scrubbed away, but the feeling, the deep, hollow ache, the phantom stretch, the lingering heat of their possession, remained. It was a brand on her soul.

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  • Tales Of His Obsession    39: Billionaire’s Daddy Challenge (2)

    The raw, industrial-chic space of the Vance Community Arts Center smelled of wet clay, turpentine, and coffee. Sunlight streamed through high, grime-kissed windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above pottery wheels and easels. The low hum of a kiln and the chatter of children in a far-off classroom formed a symphony of unpretentious life.Eleanor Vance, wearing paint-splattered jeans and a faded band t-shirt, her hair tied up in a messy bun, was helping an elderly man center a lump of clay on a wheel. Her hands were steady, guiding his trembling ones with infinite patience.“There, Mr. Henderson. Feel it? The symmetry.”The front door, a heavy slab of oak that didn’t quite fit its frame, creaked open. A draft, smelling of cold city air and expensive cologne, cut through the warm studio scent.Eleanor looked up, and her hands stilled on Mr. Henderson’s.Franklin Delano filled the doorway. He was impossibly out of place in his charcoal wool overcoat, his sharp leather shoes clicking

  • Tales Of His Obsession    38: Billionaire’s Daddy Challenge

    The ballroom shimmered with the false gold of new money. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto marble floors polished to a mirror finish, reflecting the glittering gowns and tailored suits of New York’s most ambitious social climbers. At the center of this manufactured galaxy stood Franklin Delano.At thirty-eight, Franklin had the hardened physique of a man who’d fought his way out of the gutter, not the soft edges of inherited privilege. His tuxedo was custom, a stark black that seemed to swallow the light around him. A jaw carved from granite, eyes the color of a winter storm, gray and unforgiving. He held a tumbler of twenty-year-old Scotch, the ice untouched, as he surveyed the room with the detached boredom of a conqueror surveying a territory he’d already claimed.“The tech merger is finalized, Franklin. It’s a seventy-billion-dollar market capture.” His COO, Marcus, materialized at his elbow, voice hushed with reverence.Franklin took a slow sip, the smoky burn a familiar com

  • Tales Of His Obsession    37: Seduced by Two Daddies (6)

    The master suite was a world of shadows and silken luxury. Isabella stood in the immense marble bathroom, steam from the rainfall shower curling around her like a ghost. She had washed meticulously, the hot water stinging the sensitive, bitten skin of her inner thighs and the tender ring of her asshole. The physical evidence was scrubbed away, but the feeling, the deep, hollow ache, the phantom stretch, the lingering heat of their possession, remained. It was a brand on her soul. Wrapped in a towel so plush it felt like stealing, she stepped back into the bedroom. The massive bed, an island of dark linen, awaited. The command had been explicit: Naked. Wait. She let the towel fall. The air, cool on her bare skin, raised goosebumps. She felt utterly exposed, yet a strange sense of rightness settled over her. This was her place now. This surrender was her purpose. She slipped between the cool sheets, the scent of expensive detergent and masculine cologne enveloping her. She lay on he

  • Tales Of His Obsession    36: Seduced by Two Daddies (5)

    The silence in the study was profound, broken only by the ragged sounds of their breathing as it slowly returned to normal. Isabella lay between them, a limp, sweat-sheened doll on the stained Persian rug, feeling the cooling trails of their cum leaking from her ravaged holes. The scent of sex, salty and musky, hung heavy in the air, a permanent tattoo on the room’s previous austerity. Her body throbbed with a deep, satisfying ache, a catalogue of bruises, bites, and the profound stretch of her most intimate places. Marcus was the first to move, rolling onto his side to look down at her. His expression was no longer the storm of predatory lust, but something more contemplative, possessive. He traced a finger through a streak of mixed fluids on her inner thigh, then brought it to his mouth, tasting her, tasting them. “Exquisite,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. From her other side, Julian propped himself up on an elbow. His fingers, surprisingly gentle, brushed her sweat-dampe

  • 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    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    20: Daddy’s Cam Girl (7)

    The morning after the Punishment, Sloane’s body was a map of pain. Each welt was a dull, aching reminder. Each tender, internal muscle whispered of Markus’s brutal invasion. She moved through the sterile luxury of her apartment like a ghost, the silence oppressive. The high from the historic earnin

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