All Chapters of Daddy's filthy little pet : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Let him ruin you

Rae’s POV I wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. But I did.Sitting on the edge of Zara’s bed, clutching a throw pillow like it could swallow my shame.“I still haven’t lost it,” I muttered, eyes fixed on the floor.Zara’s head snapped around. “Wait. Still?! I thought you and Caleb-?”“Yeah, that’s the problem.” I groaned. “We tried. And by tried, I mean... he couldn’t even get it in.”Zara’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking.”“I wish I was.”I sank deeper into the pillow, face burning. “It was awkward. He kept apologizing, saying he was nervous. And I…I just couldn’t stop overthinking. Then his mom called, and that was the end of it.”Zara blinked. Then covered her mouth like she was about to explode.And she did. Into laughter.“Oh my God, Rae. You poor, innocent cupcake.”“Don’t laugh! I’m so traumatized.”“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at boys,” she said, flopping beside me. “You deserve better than some soft-spoken college baby who doesn’t know the difference between a G-spot

Room 47

Rae's POV I stood outside the door like my whole body had forgotten how to function.Room 47.The glowing red numbers pulsed softly with the music leaking through the walls - slow, heavy, sinful.Exactly like the way my heart was beating.My fingers hovered over the door, trembling.Zara’s voice echoed in my mind:“Don’t think. Just feel. He’ll know what to do.”Before I could exhale, the door swung open.And my mouth went dry.He was shirtless.Not just shirtless - sculpted, golden skin stretched over muscle like he was carved just to ruin someone. Tattoos curled over his chest, sliding across his arms and disappearing beneath the waistband of low-hanging black sweatpants.He had that arrogant, sleepy kind of sex appeal…Dark hair tousled,jaw sharp,and those blue eyes-God.He stared at me like he already owned every breath in my lungs.Then he spoke, and I swear my knees almost gave out.“You’re early.”His tongue brushed his bottom lip when he talked, and that’s when I saw it -

So fucking wet

Rae's POV He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.Until my thighs squeezed around his hips and my fingers clutched his shoulders like I was holding on for dear life.He pulled back only slightly - his lips brushing mine, breaths mingling.Then he said it. Voice low, dark, raw.“I’m not usually gentle, kitten.”My heart stuttered.“I like it rough. I like begging. I like making good girls cry.”He ran his thumb across my lower lip.“But tonight… because it’s your first-”He kissed me again. Slower this time. Softer. Sweeter. But the tension in his body told me just how much he was holding back.“Tonight, I’ll be a little gentle,” he whispered. “But just a little.”His lips dropped to my neck again, kissing, licking, sucking slowly as his hand slid down between my thighs.I gasped as his fingers brushed against the soaked fabric of my panties.“You’re already dripping for me,” he growled, voice vibrating against my throat.“So fucking wet… and I haven’t even tasted you yet.”My back arc

You're staying?

Rae's POV He leaned forward, chest brushing my back as he whispered into my ear:“I’m gonna take you slow first. Just because it’s your first time. Don’t get used to it.”I shivered.His hand slid around my waist, down to my stomach… then lower… until his fingers found the sensitive, swollen part of me.I jolted, moaning.“Still so wet,” he murmured. “Good girl.”He teased me slowly, circling with maddening gentleness, while his other hand pushed his sweatpants down just enough for him to be free.I felt him - hot, thick, throbbing - press against me.My whole body tensed.“Relax,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder. “Daddy’s got you.”I exhaled shakily.He guided himself with one hand, rubbing the tip slowly along my entrance, using my own wetness to make it easier.“Tell me you want it,” he whispered.“I - I want it.”“Louder.”“I want it, Daddy,” I breathed, voice trembling.He groaned - deep, guttural - and slowly, carefully, pushed in.Just the tip.My breath left my body in a

Mom has a guest!!

Rae's POV I woke up for the 2nd time feeling like my entire body had been rewritten.I lay there in Zara’s bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second. I left there earlier and headed to Zara’s place. His hands. His mouth.The way he whispered praise like it was holy. The tongue piercing.The kiss on my forehead after I came so hard I forgot my name.I pressed my legs together.And still - my body tingled.“Rae?” Zara’s voice broke through the haze. “You alive?”I turned my head slowly.She stood at the door with two mugs of coffee and the world’s most annoying smirk.“Well,” she drawled. “Do I get the post-sin breakdown or what?”I groaned. “I’m too sore to sit up.”She squealed, jumping onto the bed like a 5-year-old.“No way. Was he hot? Like hot hot?”I blinked. “He had a tongue piercing.”Zara dropped her mug on the nightstand like she’d just heard God speak.“You’re joking.”“Nope.”“On his tongue?!”“And tattoos. Everywhere.”Zara clutched her chest. “Oh, you definite

Good girl

Rae’s POVThe rest of the day crawled by in a haze of torture.I hid in my room, pretending to study, pretending to breathe normally, pretending I wasn’t hyper-aware of every footstep in the hallway. Every time the floorboards creaked, my heart slammed against my ribs. Every time he laughed at something on his phone, the low rumble seeped through the walls and slid straight between my thighs.By six o’clock I was a wreck.I came downstairs for water (liar, I came downstairs because I was starving for the sight of him) and found him leaning against the kitchen island, one hand in his pocket, the other scrolling lazily on his phone. Black T-shirt stretched across his chest, gray sweatpants hanging criminal-low. He didn’t even look up, but the corner of his mouth curved like he could smell my desperation from across the room.I was halfway to the fridge when the front door burst open.Mom rushed in, already flustered, phone pressed to her ear.“Yes, yes, Marissa, I’m packing right n

Teasing already?

Rae’s POVThe kitchen tile was cold against my bare knees, but the heat pouring off him made everything else disappear.Killian towered over me, one hand still tangled loosely in my hair, the other lazily tracing my swollen bottom lip with his thumb. His sweatpants were slung so low I could see the sharp cut of his V, the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband. The outline of him,thick, heavy, already straining made my mouth water before I’d even touched him.He tilted my chin higher, blue eyes burning.“Show me what that pretty mouth can do, kitten.”I licked my lips on purpose, slow and deliberate, letting him see the shine of it. His jaw flexed.“Someone’s feeling brave tonight,” he murmured, voice rough.I smiled up at him, small, wicked, nothing like the shy girl who walked into Room 47. “Seven whole days, Daddy,” I whispered. “I’ve got a lot to prove.”His fingers tightened in my hair, just enough to make my scalp tingle.I leaned forward and nuzzled my cheek a

Hold still kitten

Rae’s POVThe marble island was cold against my bare chest, a sharp contrast to the heat rolling off Killian behind me. My leggings were gone, kicked somewhere across the kitchen floor, and my cropped hoodie was rucked up under my arms, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down. My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the slick surface as he kicked my feet wider.“Hold still, kitten,” he growled, voice still rough from what my mouth had just done to him.One big hand splayed between my shoulder blades, pressing me down until my cheek rested on the cool marble. The other dragged the head of his cock, still slick from my throat, through my folds, teasing, coating himself in me.I whimpered, pushing back shamelessly.“Please, Daddy—”He thrust in with one smooth, brutal stroke.The air left my lungs in a broken cry. He was deeper than last night, thicker from this angle, stretching me open until I felt him everywhere. My walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust, but he didn’

Your shirt, I guess.

Rae’s POV The water was perfect hot enough to melt every last knot in my muscles, lavender curling up in the steam, bubbles thick enough to hide the bruises blooming on my hips. Killian knelt beside the porcelain, forearms flexing every time he dipped the soft washcloth. He started at my shoulders, slow circles that made me sigh and sink deeper. The cloth trailed down my arms, over my wrists, between each finger like he was memorizing me. When he reached my neck he leaned in, brushed his lips against the shell of my ear, and kissed the spot just below it soft, lingering, tasting my skin. “You smell like me now,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied. I shivered despite the heat. He moved to my collarbones, tracing them with the cloth, then lower. When he reached my breasts he paused, eyes flicking to mine asking without words. I nodded, barely breathing. The cloth glided over one nipple, then the other, gentle but deliberate. My back arched on instinct. He dropped t

Come here kitten

Rae’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed for a solid five minutes after Killian left, just staring at my phone like it might bite me. My thighs were still trembling under his shirt, the soft cotton brushing my bare skin every time I moved, reminding me I was wearing nothing but a thin black thong underneath. The hem skimmed the tops of my thighs; if I bent over even slightly he’d see everything. I needed to talk to someone before I spontaneously combusted. I hit Zara’s contact and pressed call before I could overthink it. She picked up on the second ring, already mid-sentence like she’d been waiting. “Spill it, Riley Summers,” she sing-songed. “I’ve been staring at my phone like a psycho since you ghosted me this morning.” I flopped backward onto my pillows, pulling his shirt collar up over my nose so I could inhale him while I talked. “Zara…” A dramatic gasp. “That tone. That’s the ‘I’ve been destroyed in the best way’ tone. Talk to me.” I bit my lip so hard I nearl

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