All Chapters of Daddy's Crush: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

After a long day of chores, caretaking, cooking, and cleaning, Grandma Doris and I watch game show reruns and sip hot cocoa on the couch until it’s time for bed. She shuffles off to her room and I go to mine. I do my usual nightly routine, counting down until midnight when I go live as Naughty Nina. I light my candles, set up my sex toys and headset. I apply some subtle makeup, brush out my auburn waves, and put on a skimpy, cutesy satin nightie in a deep shade of blue. This time, instead of sitting on the floor, I bring my laptop to my bed. I pull up the chat stream, take a deep breath, and log in as the clock ticks midnight.My heart is pounding as I turn on the webcam with a coy smile. I absently comb my fingers through my hair as I watch the chat members arrive one by one. They log in, drop a little tip and a greeting, and I respond with the usual flirtations. For a few minutes, it’s just the usual suspects and me. My hope is sinking. Maybe last night was just a fluke.But then I

It’s a romantic old Victorian, with a gigantic wraparound porch and balcony. The interior is just as lush as the outside, filled with highbrow furnishings and pricey art pieces. I’m in awe with every step, but Darren makes me feel right at home. We spend the afternoon hanging out and talking about everything. He tells me his hopes, I share my dreams. He gives me a secret, I share one, too. The age gap of nearly twenty years hardly enters my mind. I’ve always been an old soul, and Darren is the most gently commanding man I’ve ever met. He puts me at ease with his kindness, and he makes me feel safe with his power. In the evening, we go into the kitchen to make a romantic dinner together. While we cook, we listen to Sinatra on his antique record player. We put a delicious chicken with potatoes and carrots into the oven to be slow-roasted. We pour glasses of wine and sip them while we laugh and kiss. Darren sweeps me into his arms and we slow dance, my cheek resting against his heart. I

The Billionaire’s ObsessionFor months, he’d been waiting for just this moment. Where his hand could trace along the hollow of her throat and feel her swallow in fear and nervousness. Where he could see the little goose bumps jump upall along her flesh in his chilly bedroom. Where her lip trembled as she wondered what next awaited her.This moment had been such a long time coming. For a year, he’d been watching her. Every morning, every afternoon, he saw her walk by on the way to school, and from the first day he knew he had to have her. He’d spent so much money on getting his room just so - buying all the leather straps and collars and harnesses, the silken sheets. Hell, he even splurged on a new king size bed with a canopy.And why shouldn’t he? He’d made it rich, right from the safety of his computer chair, and it gave him ample time to watch her, to follow her, to go over his plan for her again and again, deciding what he’d do once he lured her in.She went to the local college a

By the time she arrived home, he felt calm. Certain.When he saw the tears in her eyes, though, his heart missed a beat.She looked so soft and sweet, and he wanted to coddle her, to make all her hurt disappear at the same time that he wished he’d been the one to cause it.Ryan opened the door for her and then locked it behind her, not presuming to take her in his arms. He had to hold back, to resist the pretty little tears on the young woman’s face.“What happened?” he asked, his voice dark and gritty and edged with need. She couldn’t have changed her mind. Not after how willingly she’d bent to him. That fickle fawn, uncertain of how good he would make her feel.Instead of answering, she thrust out her hand, her phone revealing a text message.At 1:09 pm her father had sent her a message asking when she was coming home.At 3:48 pm, he’d told her never to come home again if she wasn’t going to answer him.And five minutes ago, the final text. ‘Don’t you dare come crying to me & your m

Her head tilted to the side, her delicate little chin angling towards his direction as he moved. “You’re not going to leave are you?” she asked, sounding almost heartbroken at the prospect of him going. Though of course, he had absolutely zero intention of doing so.Otherwise she obeyed, her slender form motionless atop his big, posh bed, her slender limbs so still. As if she were the doll she resembled, frozen in time where some young girl had laid to rest in her doll house.He exhaled and let his hand click the shutter, capturing the moment forever. Anticipation swirled heavily between them, and he could see those little tells in her body, he read her so easily. She needed someone like him, and she was lucky he found her.It was a blessing, then, that he coveted her for himself.He clicked the camera shutter again, from a slightly different angle, keeping the flash off so as to capture the feel of the room. The dark ambiance, the dancing shadows, the strange tint of the fire reflect