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Daddy's filthy little pet You're dripping for me
Rae’s POVThe afternoon sun hung high and golden, Killian had suggested the outdoor shower—open-air, tucked against the side of the pool house, surrounded by tall hedges but still visible from the woods if anyone happened to wander close enough. The risk made my pulse race.We stripped on the patio—clothes falling in a careless pile. He was already hard, cock heavy against his thigh as he watched me step out of my dress. I felt his eyes on every inch of me, heat pooling low in my belly.He turned on the shower—warm water cascading from the wide rain head above, steam rising in soft curls. He pulled me under it with him, water pouring over us both, soaking our hair, running in rivulets down our bodies.It started playful.He grabbed the body wash, lathered his hands, and started washing me—slow, teasing strokes across my shoulders, down my arms, between my fingers. Soap suds slid over my skin, white and foamy. I giggled when he flicked bubbles at my nose, then took the bottle from h
Daddy's filthy little pet I always want more
Rae’s POVI woke up to the smell of vanilla and warm bread.The pool-house bedroom was bathed in soft morning light, the kind that makes everything feel gentle and new. My body felt… light. No cramps. No heaviness. Just the pleasant, lingering warmth of being completely rested and completely loved.Killian wasn’t beside me.I stretched, smiling into the pillow that still smelled like him, and sat up slowly. The door opened almost on cue.He stepped in carrying a tray—French toast dusted with powdered sugar, fresh strawberries sliced into perfect hearts, a little pitcher of maple syrup, two mugs of coffee, and a single pink peony in a tiny vase.“Morning, beautiful,” he said, voice soft and warm. He was wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants, hair messy from sleep, that small, private smile on his lips.I sat up fully, pulling the sheet around me. “You made me breakfast in bed again?”He set the tray on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed beside me, kissing my forehead. “Yo
Daddy's filthy little pet You deserve the best Angel
Rae’s POVThe storm rolled in without warning.One minute the sky was pale gray, the kind of soft overcast that made everything feel quiet and still. The next, thunder cracked overhead like the sky itself had split open. Rain came down in sheets—hard, relentless, drumming against the roof and windows like it wanted inside.The power flickered once, twice, then steadied. The lights dimmed to a warm amber glow.I was curled on the couch in the living room, wrapped in one of Killian’s hoodies, a book open on my lap that I wasn’t really reading. The cramps were almost gone—just the occasional twinge now, like a memory more than pain. Killian was in the kitchen, making tea, humming something low and off-key.When the first thunder boomed, I jumped a little. He appeared in the doorway instantly, tea in hand, eyes soft.“You okay?”I nodded, smiling. “Just startled.”He crossed the room, set the tea on the coffee table, and pulled me into his lap. “Good. Because I’m not letting this storm
Daddy's filthy little pet Almost good is progress
Rae’s POVThe cramps were almost gone by the fifth day—just the occasional twinge, like a quiet reminder that my body was finally healing. I woke up tangled in Killian’s arms, sunlight slipping through the blinds in soft, lazy stripes across the bed. His chest rose and fell steadily under my cheek, his hand resting low on my back, fingers splayed possessively even in sleep. The pool house smelled faintly of lavender from the bath he’d drawn me last night and the clean cotton of the sheets we’d changed together.I shifted slightly, testing—nothing sharp, just a gentle warmth. Relief washed over me. I smiled into his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.He stirred, arm tightening around me. His eyes fluttered open—sleepy blue, soft and warm.“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough. He leaned down and kissed my forehead—slow, lingering. “How do you feel?”“Almost good,” I whispered, tilting my face up for a proper kiss.He obliged—lips brushing mine gently at fi
Daddy's filthy little pet Anything for you
Rae’s POVThe cramps had eased into something lighter by the fourth day—just a dull throb now and then, like a reminder rather than a punishment. I still felt tired, heavy, but the sharp edges were gone. Killian insisted I rest anyway. “No rushing,” he said that morning, kissing my forehead before slipping out of bed to make tea. “We have all the time in the world.”The pool house had become our sanctuary. He kept the fairy lights on low, a soft golden glow that made the room feel like a secret world. The heating pad stayed warm on the nightstand, ready whenever I needed it. He’d stocked the little fridge with ginger ale and my favorite dark chocolate, and there was always a fresh mug of chamomile tea with honey waiting for me when I woke from a nap.He was constantly surprising me with little things.The first morning, I woke up to a handwritten note tucked under my pillow.My beautiful girl,You’re stronger than you know. I’m right here, always. Take all the time you need.
Daddy's filthy little pet My babygirl
Rae’s POVI woke up in the middle of the night to a sharp, twisting ache low in my belly.The room was dark, the only light a thin sliver of moonlight slipping through the blinds. Killian’s arm was heavy around my waist, his chest warm against my back, his breathing deep and even.We’d fallen asleep tangled together after the intensity of the scene—naked, limbs intertwined, the silk sheets cool against my overheated skin.The cramp hit again—deeper this time, like someone was squeezing inside me. I winced, curling instinctively, trying to ease the pressure. My period. It had started lightly yesterday, but now it was making up for lost time.I didn’t want to wake him. He’d been so gentle all day, so attentive, and he looked so peaceful. But the pain was building, and I needed heat—something warm to press against my stomach.I tried to slide out of his arms slowly, lifting his hand from my waist, shifting toward the edge of the bed.His arm tightened instantly.“Where are you going?”
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