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Turn around. I want to see you
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MY Ex's Father, My Obsession Turn around. I want to see you
Caitlyn Clarke's pov I am floating but at the same time I feel like heavy stones are tied on my limbs weighing me down. An insistent high-toned ring hums in my ears and my lips and tongue feel awkwardly crusty. My heavy eyelids involuntarily open and I realise I am lying on my back, staring at a grey ceiling. Everything hurts, including my back, my throat-it feels crusty like I've been screaming out loud all night, like the last time I gulped a drop of water down it was an eternity ago. I move to roll over on my left side so that I could get up but I stop mid-movement when I feel my arm getting in the way. I try to move it but it can't move, it feels like it has been screwed over my head. Did I sleep on it? Is it paralysed? Crazy questions start causing havoc through my head.I move to sit up but I can't. What really happened to my body? Immediately my heartbeat begins racing. I think I'm gonna shit myself. CAITLYN calmdown Lifting my head up I look down at my legs to see black
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession Time to get you ready for your next punishment, little butterfly
Vladislav Mikhailov’s povIt's been thirty minutes since I let Caitlyn use the attached bathroom in my office. But to me? It feels like hell shit of an eternity. Am so fucking hard against the inside of my zipper by just seeing her sob. I have been fighting hard not to pay attention to my cock that came to life since I gave her that fucking enema. It begged to have her bent over against that table and be balls deep inside her ass. To forget and throw my initial plan out of the window. But patience. It's what really got me this far at the end of the day.I take some steps towards the bathroom door and when I turn the knob I find it locked. “Your bathroom break is over little butterfly,” I tell her before moving back to my office and sitting on the couch as I examine the equipment that I've laid out for her next punishment. After a few minutes, she walks into the room and walks towards the door but I don't spare her a glance. “Where do you think you are going?” I ask when she da
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession what did I just get myself into?
CAITLYN CLARKE’S pov My now bloodshot eyes open when I hear the door open but my head remains hanging low staring at the floor. Apparently my toe nails were so fascinating to watch all this time. LieAm just bitter, angry and most importantly scared qnd nervous of what he meant when he said that he was to punish me. He walks to my field of view before he drops a duffel bag on the ground. “Lie down on that table, head down,” he orders opening the zip. “W-hy?” I ask. “Learn to follow orders or should I increase the punishment?” “N-o, P-please dont,” I swallow nervously before walking towards the table but I hesitate lying on it. What if it doesn't hold my weight and it shatters? “It will hold your weight,” he grumbles as if reading my mind. I cautiously get on my knees before lying down, my face smack to the cold glass, that mist forms on it with my every heavy breathing. He comes to kneel besides me and his hands move to place a pillow under my pelvic area su h that my ass
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession “I get to punish you babochka,”
Caitlyn Clarke’s pov “Russian Roulette?” I ask, confused. “Have you ever heard of the game?” he quips, and a nonchalant smirk graces his lips. “If you have, then there is no need to explain it to you.” I snap back, my voice louder than intended, irritation flaring through me.“Quit pretending to be oblivious,” he mutters, rising from his chair. His movements are deliberate, unnervingly calm. He strides across the room to a tall chest of shelves, fingers dancing over the keypad. A soft beep echoes, then—click—the lock snaps open.He slides the heavy doors apart, and my breath stutters.An array of guns is neatly arranged on the shelves. Not toy guns, I mean real guns, Glock pistols, Colt Revolvers, M249 SAW, name it all. His hand darts out, and his fingers draw traces over the guns before he grabs a revolver and pulls it out and holds it up to examine it against the light. “I am not,” I whisper, my heart thundering so hard that I feel it is gonna jump out of my chest the next minu
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession Let’s play a game
Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov "Where are we?" she asks, her eyes wandering over the nearly empty parking lot, lips slightly parted in confusion.She looks small in my oversized Bentley continental GT, arms crossed tightly over her chest like she’s trying to hold herself together. She hasn’t realized it yet— the worst storms don’t come from outside. They start inside. And I’m the one who planted them in her. Her gaze drifts from the lot to the softly glowing elevator ahead. “Home,” I say, unbuckling my seatbelt with a click.She flinches “Doesn’t look like a home,” she mutters, voice barely above a whisper. “No,” I agree, stepping out of the car. “But this is where we’ll be living.” She exhales sharply, opens her mouth to argue, then stops herself. I almost think she’ll stay quiet, until— “For fuck’s sake, this is a club,” she snaps.I smirk. “Yes. My club. Our club.” Before she can say another word, I pull open her door and haul her out. I walk her toward th
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession I FUCKING HATE YOU
Caitlyn Clarke's POV A shudder rolls through me, wave after wave, stealing my breath and scattering my thoughts. For a heartbeat, I am weightless — lost in a moment that feels endless and yet impossibly fleeting. My toes curl. My thighs tremble. A soft cry escapes me before I can stop it.He releases my waist and pulls his cock from my sore pussy. Everything hurts, from my thighs to my throat that feels crusty for screaming out loud. Slipping his hand under my shaking legs cupping my butt cheeks while his other wraps around my back and we get off the bed carrying me towards the bathroom. He places me on the cold tiled bench sink that makes a faint tremor run through my body. But before he walks off he lifts his arm, cupping my face and runs his finger knuckles over my face to wipe my tears, “shh,” he murmurs that's when I realise I was crying. He then turns to the shower head, adjusting the water as I sit there still, floating undone and utterly feeling unravelled. I just had an
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