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Son Of Bitch
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2026-09-13 18:54:47
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Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Candle Waxed 🌶️
DaphneThe scent of the burning candle trails behind Julian as he makes his way back to me. I brace myself, pulling against the cuffs on instinct, though there’s nowhere for me to go.“Relax, baby,” he says, voice low, watching my face. “You’ll like this.”He steps between my spread cunt and tips the stick, and a single drop of hot wax falls straight onto my clit. I cry out, back arching hard off the desk, teeth digging into my bottom lip. It burns like a brand, sharp and immediate, the heat sinking deep into that swollen little peak before the wax starts to cool and harden right there. My whole body jolts. A thin stream of arousal leaks out of me before I can stop it.“How does it feel?” he asks, tilting the candle again, eyes locked on mine.“Good.” The word comes out shaky, caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan. “It burns. It hurts. Oh God… it feels so good.”I can’t even make sense of what I’m feeling anymore. Everything is hitting me at once, the pain, the pleasure, t
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Sweet Pains🌶️
DaphneBy the time the door opens, I've been sitting on the leather couch for nearly two hours, and I don't even try to hide the irritation in my voice."Took you long enough.""I had things to take care of." Julian crosses the room, already unbuttoning the cuff of his shirt, rolling it up along his forearm like he's settling back into something he never really left. "Now. Where were we?""The part where you wanted to punish me."I get up before he can answer, restless after two hours alone in this room with nothing but my own thoughts and too much curiosity, and I wander toward the box tucked in the corner I hadn't noticed before. I nudge the lid open, and my breath catches."I was bored," I say, lifting the lid the rest of the way. "Did a little snooping."Inside is a collection I never knew existed, vibrators of every size and shape, things with names I couldn't begin to guess, all arranged with the same unsettling precision as everything else in this house. I pick one up, t
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl Boy In The Corner
JulianI walk straight through, past the security men who know better than to stop me, down the hall to the study where I know he'll be, glass in hand, like always, like nothing in the world has ever touched him.Vittorio doesn't look up when I walk in."I just came from one of my warehouses," I say, no greeting, no patience left for one. "It got hit. Shipment burned. Did you have anything to do with it?"He finally lifts his eyes, swirls the scotch in his glass, unbothered. "You have some nerve, coming into my house with accusations.""Godfather." I stop a few feet from his desk. "I'm not trying to accuse you. But if there's anyone in this city who has animosity toward me right now, it's you. Because of my fallout with Katrina."Something flickers across his face, quick and cold, and then he smiles, and it's worse than if he hadn't."Good." He sets the glass down slow, deliberate. "Since you already know that, why are you here? Why don't you go cry somewhere? Go on. Find a cor
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Hit
Julian"Now, how would you like your punishment, little girl?"Daphne doesn't answer right away. She just looks at me, considering, like I've asked her something far less loaded than what I actually meant, and then she walks past me toward the wall, fingers trailing along the row of implements hanging there, different lengths, different weights, some leather, some not.I fold my arms and watch her. Already imagining many ways to mark her pretty body with those whips. My dick impatiently jerking at the thoughts. She runs her hand over them slowly, unbothered, like she's browsing a shelf instead of standing in a room built for exactly one purpose. Her fingers stop on the longest one, wrap around the handle, and she glances back at me over her shoulder with that smirk that's gotten her in trouble more times than either of us can count."How about we start with this one?""As you wish."My phone rings before I can take a single step toward her.I almost ignore it. Almost. But the
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Dark Room
DaphneI hear Julian’s footsteps before I see him, the front door closing with more force than necessary, footsteps coming up the stairs fast. I'm still in my dress from dinner, sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand, when he pushes the door open."Why do you have your man following me?"He doesn't answer. He crosses to the small bar cart by the window, pours himself a scotch, and drinks half of it before he sets the glass down. His jacket comes off next, tossed over the chair, then his tie, then two buttons at his collar, unhurried, like I haven't said anything at all."Julian."He finally sits in the armchair across from the bed, glass in hand, and looks at me like he's deciding where to start."Why did you defy me?""Defy you?" I stand up. "Is that what this is about right now? I'm asking you why you have security trailing me. This is what you always do, and I've told you to stop. And you still sent Marco to follow me to dinner.""You haven't answered my question." His vo
Ruthless Daddy; His Bratty Little Girl The Invisible
JulianThe city looks smaller from up here, all those lives moving through streets I own more of than they'd ever guess. I take a slow sip of whisky, the glass sweating slightly in my hand, turning Marco's message over in my mind. Table for two. Detective Hunter. She didn't say a word about it before she left, just slipped out of the house like she thought I wouldn't notice.I made myself clear about that man. She heard me, argued with me, and apparently decided my answer didn't apply to her the moment my back was turned.My hand tightens around the glass hard enough that I feel it protest.My phone rings against the desk behind me. I don't need to look to know who it is."Report.""Boss, she's leaving the restaurant. Headed home now." Marco's voice is flat, professional. "You want me to keep on her?""No." I set the whisky down. "Come back in.""Copy that.”The door opens before I've finished pocketing the phone, and Luca steps in, closing it behind him with the quiet efficiency he's
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