All Chapters of Daddy Please!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The house was empty when I got back from work. My parents had left that morning for a two-week trip to the Poconos, a little getaway they’d been planning for months. I didn’t mind at all. I loved the solitude, the chance to breathe without their little quarrels here and there. When I got to my room, I kicked off my heels and padded into the bathroom. I was grateful for the warm water pouring on my skin as I bathed, washing away the day's tension. I dressed for the night – a simple soft silk camisole and matching shorts. I left my hair loose and damp around my shoulders. Downstairs, I decided that after all the work stress, I deserved a proper dinner – salmon, seared with lemon and herbs, and a glass of white wine to match. Perfect. It took about thirty minutes to fix up a plate, which I ate silently at the kitchen counter. Once done, I wiped down the kitchen and moved to my bedroom to watch a movie. I scrolled through the streaming options, finally settling for L

After two years – three hours actually – I finally arrived at the Ardolf mansion.My heels clicked on the marble floors as I strutted in like I owned the place. Well, since I had the owner whimpering at my pussy, maybe I did own the place.The mansion was cold, even in daylight.“Hey, Paula,” I said in a sing-song voice as I entered the foyer.Damien's personal assistant was slouched on the chaise with a thin glass pipe between her fingers. “Erica babe,” She said then looked up. “Back from paradise?” My gaze swept over her. She looked even sicker than she did before I left the country. “Yeah. Saint Barth’s was a dream.”She exhaled smoke that drifted towards me. I smiled politely, “Did you bring me a souvenir, or just the scent of salt and sex?”“I brought something better –concern. When’s the last time you saw your daughter?” I asked. I hated how lackadaisical Paula was about that girl.“Yesterday. She's fine,” Paula said casually, as if I had just asked about the weather, “She's w

Between Mrs Levaughn breathing down my neck about my unfinished reports and my brother Darius, blowing up my phone about the money I promised him, I was losing my mind.I sat hunched over my desk in the deserted work area, typing furiously on my laptop, trying to get some work done.I could still hear Mrs. LeVaughn's relentless nagging, “This is terrible, Kiara. If your report gets any worse than this, you could lose your job. Do you realize that? Get all this done or you can forget about your pay this month,”I had bitten back a retort, my pride stinging.I had never been a hard worker and it showed. In fact, I hated any sort of work but unfortunately I needed a job to survive.So I stayed back, hours after everyone had left to finish my work. My phone buzzed again beside me. Darius, I knew without checking.He would send me to an early grave with these calls because I did not have any money to give him. He was my older brother but somehow, I was the one taking care of his expenses

I slumped at the backseat of the cab, my forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window.The city was alive, cars honking, people laughing but inside me, it was a storm of frustration.All day I had tried to get a glimpse of Petyr but he'd been in his office, engrossed in meetings and whatever billionaires did.I had managed to hear his voice only once when he was giving orders to Mrs. LeVaughn and it made my ache worse.I twisted the strap of my bag. My heart was heavy with a kind of childish, grumpy longing I couldn't decide if I liked or not.Just then, my phone buzzed in my lap, disrupting my train of thoughts. I gave it a bored glance, thinking it was just some email from work but it was Petyr.My eyes lit up with excitement as I swiped on the message.It was short. Straight forward but enough to make my heart leap.Sirena, there’s a dress waiting for you at home. My driver will pick you up at 8.I did a little dance out of sheer joy, earning me a look from the cab driver

She kissed me like she was starving.My teeth grazed the bottom of her lip as my hands slipped under her ass, nudging her to move. She giggled against my lips, “Well, someone's impatient,”I groaned, my grip tightening around the soft folds of skin in her waist as she began grinding against me, her eyes locked on mine as if she wanted to see for herself that I was enjoying her sweet torture. “Is this what you want, Daddy?” She asked, pausing to kiss me and then continuing before I could give an answer. I let out a low, guttural groan. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” She cried, grinding harder, trying to reach her orgasm. The sound of our hips slapping together and her wonderful moans filled the car.Her fingers tangled in my hair as she threw her head back, moaning louder. Her fingers slid up till she was playing with her nipples. The sight made me harder. I took over playing her nipples, wanting her to concentrate on her own pleasure. “I missed you, Daddy,” Those words, that tone brought me