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67: Daddy’s Private Island (6)
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2026-07-24 16:06:25
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Tales Of His Obsession 67: Daddy’s Private Island (6)
Alistair lay down. The cool metal seeped through his clothes. Daddy efficiently fastened soft leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, securing him spread-eagled to the table. The vulnerability was absolute, terrifying, and electrifying. Daddy picked up the stethoscope. He placed the disc not on Alistair’s chest, but on the inside of his wrist, listening to the rapid thrum of his pulse. “Elevated,” he noted clinically, echoing Alistair’s own words to Elena. “Anticipation.” He moved the disc to Alistair’s throat, then lower, to the pounding artery in his groin, next to his straining erection. Alistair closed his eyes, his scientific mind cataloging the physiological responses even as his body trembled. Next, Daddy selected a vial of clear liquid and a fine brush. “Sensory enhancer,” he explained. He painted a line from Alistair’s sternum down to his navel. At first, there was nothing. Then, a slow, spreading warmth ignited along the path, a hypersensitivity that made the brush
Tales Of His Obsession 66: Daddy’s Private Island (5)
The first name called was Chloe. The path to the cliffside villa was a steep, winding road carved into the black rock of the island’s northern point. The electric cart climbed in silence, the only sound the whisper of the tires and the ever-present roar of the ocean growing louder below. The villa itself came into view, a brutalist masterpiece of concrete and glass, seemingly growing out of the cliff edge. It was formidable, impregnable, a fortress of solitude and power. A male attendant, the same one Marcus had touched, met her at the entrance. He smiled, his serenity untouched. “Daddy is waiting for you in the viewing gallery.” The interior was a study in minimalist austerity and breathtaking views. One entire wall was glass, overlooking a churning, dizzying drop to the rocks and sea below. Daddy stood before it, his back to her, a silhouette against the storm-grey sky. “Chloe,” he said without turning. “Come. Stand beside me.” She did, her small frame feeling even smaller in t
Tales Of His Obsession 65: Daddy’s Private Island (4)
At that moment, Julian pulled out of Chloe with a wet pop and turned. His oil-slicked body gleamed. He looked at Elena, seeing not the lawyer, but a beautiful, furious woman fighting herself. “Come here,” he said, not a request. “Go to hell,” Elena spat. Julian moved with the predatory speed of the athlete he was. He crossed the pool in two strides, his hands gripping her upper arms. “You want to be in charge?” he growled. “Fight me off. Throw me off. Use your famous strength.” She tried. She pushed against his chest, but he was immovable, a wall of oiled muscle. His mouth came down on hers in a brutal, claiming kiss. It was nothing like the calculated mergers she brokered. This was a hostile takeover of her senses. One hand released her arm and slid between her legs, finding her slickness, not just from the oil. “You’re wet,” he hissed against her lips. “Your body’s smarter than you are.” He turned her, bending her over the same edge where Chloe had been moments before. Elena c
Tales Of His Obsession 64: Daddy’s Private Island (3)
The air after lunch was heavy, humid, and thick with unspoken tension. Daddy’s mention of a “group session” hung over the guests like a gathering storm. Some, like Chloe, were flushed with anticipation, still riding the high of her cove encounter with Julian. Others, like Elena, wore masks of icy disdain, though the memory of her jumpsuit being ripped open in the jungle was a live wire beneath her skin. They were summoned not by a chime, but by a silent, beautiful attendant who merely appeared at the door of each suite and gestured. The message was clear: this was not an invitation. It was a summons. They were led not to the main house, but along a winding, shaded path through lush gardens to a separate, low-slung building made of dark volcanic rock and more of the omnipresent glass. It was the Wellness Pavilion. The name suggested spa treatments and yoga. The atmosphere suggested something else entirely. Inside, the lighting was soft, indirect, and tinged a faint, sensual purple.
Tales Of His Obsession 63: Daddy’s Private Island (2)
Sunrise on the island was a violent, beautiful assault. Light shattered across the ocean, painting the glass walls of the main house in liquid gold. The guests awoke in their luxurious suites, some with the lingering warmth of the night’s cocktails, others with the cool, metallic memory of the collar against their skin. A soft chime echoed through each room, followed by Daddy’s voice, smooth as the morning coffee that appeared moments later on a silent automated tray. “Good morning, my darlings. Breakfast is a casual affair on the terrace. Please, join me when you are ready. Wear something comfortable. Today, we explore.” “Explore what?” Elena muttered to herself, slipping into a razor-sharp white jumpsuit. She left the platinum collar in its box. Marcus, intrigued, threw on paint-splattered linen trousers and a loose shirt. He pocketed his small sketchbook. Julian wore only tight swim trunks and a tank top, his body a proclamation. The platinum band around his neck felt natural n
Tales Of His Obsession 62: Daddy’s Private Island
The envelope arrived on a Tuesday, thick and heavy, the paper a creamy vellum that whispered of expense. Emblazoned on the front in embossed, midnight-blue ink was simply a name: Dr. Alistair Forbes.Inside, the card was a work of art.You are cordially invited to experience ‘Serenity.’ A seven-day retreat on a private island. Hosted by your patron, ‘Daddy.’ All expenses paid. Discretion guaranteed. Transportation provided. RSVP enclosed.Beneath the elegant script was a sleek, black credit-card-sized device. A single, pulsing blue light adorned its center. Alistair, a renowned neurosurgeon whose life was a sterile loop of ORs and academic journals, felt a thrill he hadn’t experienced in years. He pressed his thumb to the light.It flashed green. His RSVP was accepted.Across the city, others received similar invitations.Elena, a fierce corporate litigator who dominated boardrooms, traced the embossed letters with a manicured nail. ‘Daddy.’ The name sparked a dark curiosity in her gu
Tales Of His Obsession 26: Doctor Daddy (2)
The sterile air of Exam Room 3 hummed with a new tension. Alexa lay back on the table, the crisp paper crinkling beneath her. Dr. Anderson stood beside her, his focus obviously on the digital chart in his hand, but his presence seemed to fill every corner of the small space. “The culture came back
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 4: Dares & Daddies (4)
“Two penalty shots,” William reminded her, his voice a bored monotone. Erin looked at the glasses. Her defiance warred with a primal fear of that unknown liquor, of losing control in this den of predators. With a sound of pure disgust, she shoved herself up and stalked to the corner where Nancy st
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
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