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Daddy's filthy little pet Shh, taking it so well
Rae’s POVThe house felt like ours again. Mom had been gone for three days, and every morning I woke up to the quiet realization that we had seven more full days—no footsteps in the hallway, no doors opening unexpectedly, no need to whisper or freeze mid-kiss. Just us. Killian had been planning. I could tell by the way his eyes darkened when he looked at me, by the small, private smile he gave me when I walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but his T-shirt. He’d been researching, reading, asking me questions in low voices late at night: what I was curious about, what felt scary, what felt exciting. We’d talked boundaries until there were no more secrets left between us.Tonight was the night he’d been waiting for.He’d transformed the pool house while I was in the shower. When I stepped inside at 9 p.m., the room was bathed in the soft flicker of dozens of candles—black pillars on the dresser, tea lights floating in glass bowls on the floor, a single tall one on the nightstand
Daddy's filthy little pet Come for me baby
Rae’s POVThe morning after Mom left felt like the first real breath I’d taken in days.I woke up alone in my own bed, sunlight spilling across the sheets in warm golden streaks. My body still hummed from last night—faint soreness between my legs, tender spots on my neck where Killian had sucked marks into my skin, the ghost of his hands on my hips. I stretched lazily, smiling into the pillow, feeling the kind of delicious ache that reminded me exactly how many times he’d made me come.The house was quiet. Mom was gone. Ten days stretched ahead of us like an endless gift.I rolled over and saw the note on my nightstand—Killian’s messy handwriting on a folded piece of paper.Morning, my love.I’m downstairs making coffee. Come find me when you’re ready. I have something for you. And yes, it’s going to make today… interesting.—KP.S. Wear the white sundress. No bra. No panties. Trust me.My heart skipped. I sat up, grinning like an idiot, and reached for the dress he’d mentione
Daddy's filthy little pet Needy little slut
Rae’s POVThe morning Mom left felt like the house itself exhaled.She hugged me tight at the front door, suitcase already in the car, her perfume wrapping around me like a goodbye. “I’ll call you every day,” she said, kissing my cheek. “And tell Killian to behave himself.”I laughed, even though my stomach was doing flips. “He always does.”She hugged him next—quick, familial—then climbed into her car. The engine started, tires crunched on gravel, and she was gone.The driveway was empty. The house was silent.Killian turned to me on the porch, eyes dark and glittering. “Ten days.”I smiled, slow and wicked. “Ten days.”He didn’t waste time.He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, straight to the pool house. The door locked behind us with a soft click that felt like the starting gun of a race.The room looked different already. Candles flickered on every surface—tea lights in glass holders, tall pillars casting warm golden glows. A small table held an aftercare kit: water bottles,
Daddy's filthy little pet We have ten days
Rae’s POVThe dining room smelled like roasted garlic, fresh basil, and Mom’s signature tomato sauce—the kind she only made when she was feeling nostalgic. Candlelight flickered across the table, casting warm shadows on the plates of pasta, garlic bread, and the big bowl of Caesar salad in the center. Mom sat at the head, smiling softly as she twirled spaghetti around her fork.Killian sat across from me, looking unfairly good in a simple black T-shirt that stretched across his shoulders. His eyes kept finding mine—quick, secret glances that made my stomach flip every time. Under the table, his foot brushed mine—once, twice, then lingered, his ankle hooking around mine in a slow, deliberate caress. I pressed back, biting my lip to keep from smiling too wide.Mom set her fork down with a happy sigh. “This is nice,” she said. “Having us all together again. I’ve missed it.”Killian nodded, voice easy. “It’s good to have you back, Lisa.”She smiled at him, then turned to me. “I’ve bee
Daddy's filthy little pet I can't do this anymore
Rae’s POVThe clock on my nightstand glowed 1:42 a.m. I hadn’t slept. Not really. I’d drifted in and out of shallow, restless dreams where Mom walked in on us, where she found the necklace Killian gave me under my pillow, where she looked at me with disappointment instead of love. Each time I jolted awake, heart racing, the room dark and empty except for the faint blue light from my phone.I couldn’t do this anymore.The weight of it had been building for days—every fake smile at breakfast, every careful “good morning” that didn’t linger, every time I had to pretend Killian was just my step-uncle. I was tired of lying. Tired of hiding. Tired of the constant fear that one wrong look, one accidental touch, one moment of carelessness would end everything.I needed to see him. I needed to feel him. I needed to know we were still real.I slipped out of bed, barefoot, wearing only the oversized T-shirt he’d left here last week. No panties. Just the soft cotton brushing my thighs as
Daddy's filthy little pet We need to go
Rae’s POVThe house had gone quiet early that night. Mom had yawned through the last ten minutes of the movie, stretched her arms over her head, and announced she was “absolutely exhausted” from the day. She kissed my cheek, kissed Killian’s, told us both how much she loved having us under one roof again, and disappeared upstairs at 9:45.I waited in my room until the clock on my phone read 12:58.The house was completely silent—no footsteps, no water running, no creaks from Mom’s old bed frame. Just the low hum of the fridge downstairs and the occasional sigh of wind against the windows.My phone lit up at exactly 1:00 a.m.Killian: Pool. Now. Bring nothing.My breath caught.I didn’t reply. I just stood up, heart already racing, and slipped out of my sleep shorts and tank top. Naked except for the thin silver anklet he’d given me last week. I pulled on his hoodie—the black one that still smelled like him—and zipped it halfway. The hem hit just below my ass, but I didn’t care.
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