Semua Bab FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!: Bab 41 - Bab 50

We’d buried my Dad just hours ago. The earth was freshly turned, a cruel, brown mound where his vibrant, messy life used to be. Fabio. My late father’s best friend. A man whose name was synonymous with billion-dollar deals and the city’s most exclusive nightclubs. Now, he was my unwilling, and, frankly, intimidating, guardian. He’d offered me a place to stay; which is what I would call a temporary haven as I did not plan to be his dependent long term, he’d stressed he was just fulfilling his promise to my dad, and he offered a gig at his flagship club, The Velvet Note.“Tiana, are you coming?” Fabio’s voice, a low, smooth baritone, cut through my daze.I followed him into the cavernous entryway. The house wasn’t merely large; it was a museum of wealth—gleaming marble floors, a sweeping, twin staircase that looked designed for a silent film star, and artwork that probably cost more than my entire college fund.“This way, my dear.”He led me past a formal living room, all white sofas a

The thought sends a rush of heat between my legs, and I shift in my seat, pressing my thighs together. In my head, he's flipping me over, ass up on the table, fruit rolling away as he spanks me red before shoving into my tight ass, grunting, "Take it all, you needy little slut. This is what you crave—my control.""Tiana, are you alright?" Fabio's tone sharpens, pulling me halfway back.I blink, heat flooding my cheeks, but the images won't stop. Messy, public, right here where anyone could walk in— the maid, maybe, watching as he makes me submit completely. I'd moan loud, "Yes, sir, fuck me. Restrain me and use me however you want." His dick stretching me, filling me until I shatter, cum leaking down my thighs mixed with breakfast remnants.God, I love the idea of it being so chaotic, so unrestrained. No clean sheets, just the hard table edge biting into my hips as he thrusts relentlessly, his hands like iron cuffs on my arms, pinning me in place."What's on your mind, Tiana?" he asks

The trunk of the car was full of expensive shopping bags when Mark pulled away from the boutique. The ride back to the mansion was just as silent as the ride out, but the air inside the car felt different now. Fabio finally lowered the financial paper he’d been reading. He turned his head and looked at me.“The Velvet Note starts at ten tonight,” he stated. “I want you there by nine-thirty for soundcheck. I expect you to have practiced.”“I will, Fabio.”He leaned his arm on the center console, narrowing the space between us slightly.“I want you to wear the red dress tonight, Tiana.”The directive, simple as it was, landed like a small, exquisite shock. He was telling me what to wear. He was asserting his ownership of my performance—and my appearance—on his stage. It was controlling, yes, but for some reason, it didn’t feel oppressive. It felt like a deliberate, focused acknowledgment.“It’s important that your first appearance is unforgettable,” he continued, his whiskey eyes borin

"I’m sorry,” I whispered, letting my eyes fill with genuine distress, blarring with fear of rejection. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so alone, Fabio. I see the kindness in your eyes, and I… I just… I need it.”I kept my hands lightly on his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath the starched shirt.“You are twenty years old, Tiana. You are the daughter of my best friend. You are under my care!” he hissed, his grip tightening painfully on my waist. “This is insane. This is wrong. You are grieving!”“I am,” I insisted, pushing the narrative. “And this is the only thing that makes me feel real, Fabio! The only thing that stops the silence. I don’t want your pity. I want to be under you. I want you inside me”His jaw clenched. He looked away for a moment, wrestling with an internal battle that was painfully obvious. I could see the sweat forming at his temples. The control he lived by was fraying, tearing under the strain of his own unexpected response.He look

I woke to the brutal clarity of sunlight flooding the room, the same offensively cheerful light that had greeted me yesterday. Except today, the cheer felt like a mockery.I turned over in the bed, reaching out a hand, expecting to feel the heavy warmth of his body next to mine.The sheet was cool. The bed was empty.Last night felt distant, surreal, like a fever dream. Had it even happened? But then I shifted my legs, and the sharp, undeniable pain in my bodyand the intimate ache in my vagina sent a searing wave of reality through me. It had happened. It was real. Fabio had fucked me silly. And my body was paying the physical price of the 'fury' I had unleashed.I forced myself to sit up, groaning slightly as the muscles in my core protested. I was a mess of bruises and soreness.A soft tap sounded on the door.“Come in,” I called out, scrambling to pull the robe I'd worn last night tighter around myself.Maria, the maid, entered, carrying a small silver tray with a pot of coffee an