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9: Dares & Daddies (9)

Penulis: C.M.
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-11 13:27:39

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 several places.

Henry stood by the fireplace, the empty vodka bottle spinning lazily on his finger. His gaze, sharp and assessing, swept over his domain. The “exchange” had been a success. The pairings
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  • Tales Of His Obsession    78: The Principal Chronicles (Kenzie) 6

    Kenzie’s eyes fluttered open, dazed. Her fingers went to the ties at the back of the canvas smock, fumbling with the knots. She let it slide from her shoulders to puddle on the floor, revealing a simple, thin-strapped tank top and paint-splattered jeans. Her body was slender, almost boyish, with small, pert breasts and sharp hip bones.Sterling’s hands slid down her neck, over her collarbones, and under the straps of her tank top. He pushed them down her arms, baring her to the waist. She shivered, her nipples pebbling instantly in the cool air of the office. He didn’t grab or knead. He cupped her breasts as if they were delicate clay, his thumbs circling the tight peaks with a feather-light touch.A low, aching moan escaped Kenzie’s throat. Her head fell back, offering her throat to him. He took the invitation, kissing and nipping a path down her neck to the valley between her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently, then with more insistence.“Oh… God…” she whimp

  • Tales Of His Obsession    77: The Principal Chronicles (Kenzie) 5

    The smell of turpentine and oil paint was a welcome change in Principal Thorne’s office. It clung to the girl sitting across from him, woven into her paint-splattered smock and the messy bun of her chestnut hair.Kenzie Rhodes, 18, a senior in the Advanced Studio Art track. Her file didn’t have many disciplinary issues, but it was full of recommendations from her art teacher, Mr. Alvaro: “Pure talent. A real visionary. But she’s getting pretty isolated, prone to long fugues, missing classes, usually found in the studio. Art’s taking over her life.”Sterling studied her. She wasn’t looking at him. Her big, hazel eyes were fixed just over his shoulder, like she was seeing something else entirely. Her fingers, stained with every color you can imagine, traced invisible shapes on the arm of the chair. She looked pretty in an unkempt, dreamy kind of way, high cheekbones, a full mouth often parted in concentration, a smudge of blue on her jaw. She seemed to be lost in her own world.“Kenzie,

  • 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    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

  • 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

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