Semua Bab On My Knees, Daddy: A Compilation of Short Stories : Bab 281 - Bab 290

Chapter one: Office vacationI had been at King’s Enterprise for exactly one year. Twelve months of showing up early, staying late, and kissing every ass that mattered. The company was cutting staff again. Rumors flew around the water cooler every week. I needed to stay. Rent wasn’t cheap, and I had no backup plan. So I decided the only way to lock in my spot was to get close to the people who signed the checks. Real close.Asia was my direct supervisor. Thirty-eight. Married once. Divorced. No kids. And built like every fantasy I ever had. Huge tits that strained every blouse she wore. Wide hips. Thick thighs. Ass that bounced when she walked down the hall. She knew the effect she had. She never hid it. Tight skirts. Low necklines. Smiles that lingered too long. I caught her looking at me sometimes. Or maybe I imagined it. Either way, I wanted her. Bad.The office vacation was three days at a beach resort the company owned. Team building. Free drinks. Private rooms. Perfect chance to

Chapter One: Look just like her   It was past two in the morning when I woke up. The room was dark except for a thin line of moonlight coming through the half-open blinds. Because of how comforting it was, I laid on my side, facing the wall, my boyfriend’s slow breathing steady behind me. His arm rested loosely over my waist. We had fallen asleep like that after a long evening of polite conversation and careful smiles. His father had finally said yes. I could stay the night. No more sneaking around.   No more driving home at midnight.   I felt warm and safe, even when the mattress dipped.   At first I thought it was my boyfriend shifting in his sleep. But the weight was heavier. The heat pressing against my back was different. It was firmer, and it felt older. A hard chest molded itself to my

Chapter one: Rubbing my clít   The library closed at six and everyone left, exceptional nights Lights dimmed to emergency strips. I stayed. I always stayed. The back door latch was loose. A quick push and I was inside after dark. No alarms. No cameras in the stacks anymore. Just dust, cracked leather spines, and silence thick enough to swallow sound.   Tonight the air felt heavier. Cooler. I walked the rows until I found the erotica section. Tucked in a forgotten corner. Books no one requested. I pulled one down. Thick. Heavy. Red cloth cover worn thin at the edges. Title embossed in faded gold: The Last Sin. I didn’t read the author. I didn't care. I just needed the weight of it in my hands.   Only one chair remained usable. Old oak. Faded green velvet cushion. Everything else was either broken or missing legs. I sat. Skirt rode u

Chapter one: Pure but sinful.   The first time I saw Ginny Takahashi I forgot how to breathe properly.   Her beauty was something different to behold.She stood in the wide marble foyer of the estate wearing a simple black silk kimono that hugged her narrow waist and fell open just enough at the chest to show the smooth line of her collarbone. Her hair was the color of midnight ink, straight and long, pinned loosely with a single jade comb. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and they looked at everything like they already owned it. Which they did.   I was nineteen. Fresh from the countryside. I was hired because I was quiet, quick, and had small hands good for brushing hair and folding delicate fabrics. They told me the job was simple: To take care of the young mistress. Help her dress, draw her baths. Stay invisible unless needed. I nodded and b

  Dave’s POV   The parking lot behind the old textile warehouse sat empty under the sodium lights. No cars. No cameras. Just cracked asphalt and the faint hum of distant traffic on the highway. I pulled the sedan into the farthest corner spot, killed the engine, and let the quiet settle. My hands stayed on the wheel for a second longer than necessary. Heartbeat steady but quick. Tonight felt different from the others. Sharper. Riskier.   I glanced at the passenger seat.   Amy sat there in the dim glow from the dashboard. Long black hair fell straight past her shoulders. Pale skin almost luminous against the dark leather. Full lips painted deep red. Eyes green and calm, like pond water at dusk. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her curves without trying too hard. No jewelry. No perfume that overpowered. Ju