All Chapters of MY Ex's Father, My Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

Vladislav Mikhailov’s povAm so fucking hard, I know she can see it. For fucks sake even a blind person can see-if they cant seethe dent on my jeans they can hear my laboured breathing.But we don't need that-her heavy eyes are cast over my cock that is begging to be freed from the confines of my boxer briefs. Snapping out of it I adjust my jeans and walk towards her. I yank her hands backwards before cuffing them, tying them together a little over her elbows such that she has her chest arched out, her breasts sticking out to the air.I circle her, her bubble ass coming into view. I move up my gaze up the curve of her spine, to her back where her brunette hair sticks all over her shoulders and I really refrain myself from burying my fingers into it.Soon Babochka. Soon.Turning back to her front, I meet her round eyes before breaking the staredown moving to her heaving chest, that has the room filled with her heavy breathing. I grip her neck making her frantic pulse quicken under m

Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov “You did great, princess,” I praise her but she doesn't register a damn thing. I can tell she is too far gone by how her eyes roll on top of her head while her mouth parts open.I uncuff her wrists and roll her to her back and lower myself between her legs spreading them wide apart. I lean in my lips circling her pink-pebbled nipple before my teeth not so gently scrape against it before my tongue soothes it causing her hips to twist against mine. Her other breast does not escape my attention as I reach my hand over her chest that is covered in a light sheen of sweat, groping, pinching, and massaging her nipple that immediately hardens under my manipulation.Ohhh, nghhh,” she moans out in an incoherent shrill.I slide my hand down to her pussy and yank off the buzzing vibrator from her drenched pussy and she sucks in a moan, her lips slightly parting as a stream of drool leaks from the corners.“Sexy,” I shove my fingers into her cunt stretching her out. “

Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov “Boss, I swear Ash and I only did what Benny told us to do. We don't know…,” the shorter guy tried to plead their case. How ironic he was ready to talk for his friend Ash which is also ironic the guy had ash white hair with some hues of black making it look like he had walked through fire. “Perfect, then this will be a nice little chat and before you know it you will be walking through your picket fence homes to tuck in your kids in bed,” Lucas says but sarcasm laces every one of his syllables. “Boss, please spare us…I-we have given our all to this brotherhood and have never betrayed you” The shorter one speaks up his hands crumbled together as if he were in some reconciliation room. “Well, I would rather be in bed cuddled up with my wife but I’m not. Instead am here trying to see which one of you cracks,” I say calmly, trying to contain my inner self from going wild. “Y-you h-have a w-wife,” he grins-whats wrong with the short guys anyway? “I also-no

Caitlyn Clarke's pov PainExcruciating pain Sharp pain throbs through my body with every shift I make. I can feel him raw and alive, like I've been caught on a loop of him slamming through me, shattering my body into a million uncollectable shards that are laced with every part of him. My strained muscles crack as I force my upper body to lean on the headboard.“What the hell happened to me,” I wince rolling over to lie on my side. My ass hurts like shit. A groan slips out of me as I reach out behind to feel my bruised ass. “Ouch-” I softly run my finger pads over my ass cheeks. “What's that?" My skin is so tender and is that a-band aid?”This only means one thing-he used a belt on my ass. Lifting my hands I push the covers off my body and look over the nightstand to see a note. Picking it up I expect it to be a blunt order but instead it's a note from my husband notifying me that he is gone for some time. Next to it are some painkillers and a glass of water. I pop the tablets