All Chapters of Daddy's filthy little pet : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Please what, kitten?

Rae’s POVHis threat still hung in the air, raw and electric. I should’ve stopped. I didn’t.Instead, I let my hand drift higher, fingertips brushing the hard ridge straining against his jeans. A single, deliberate stroke. His sharp inhale filled the car.“Rae,” he growled, warning thick in his voice.I smiled, slow and wicked, and traced the outline of him again, pressing just hard enough to feel him throb. “Yes, Daddy?”That did it.He jerked the wheel, tires humming as he pulled off the main road and into a quiet, tree-lined side street. The second the car rolled to a stop beneath the heavy shade of an oak, he killed the engine and turned to me eyes dark with hunger.“You want to play naughty?” His voice was velvet and danger. “Let’s play.”Before I could answer, his mouth crashed into mine.This wasn’t soft or sweet. This was teeth and tongue and pure possession. He kissed me like he was trying to devour every teasing breath I’d taken. His piercing dragged across my lower lip, c

Daddy was mean

Rae’s POVThe rest of the drive was torture.His hand stayed on my thigh, hot, unmoving, thumb occasionally brushing the edge of my lace like a promise he had no intention of keeping.Every time I shifted, trying to get even an inch of relief, he squeezed once, firm, possessive, and went right back to ignoring the way I was practically vibrating.I crossed my arms, stared out the window, and decided I was furious.Cutely furious. The kind of furious that made my cheeks hot and my bottom lip push out.He glanced over once, twice, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile.“Still not talking to me, kitten?”I turned the music up and pretended to be fascinated by palm trees.He chuckled,low, dark, delighted, and let me stew.By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was a storm cloud wrapped in a sundress. He parked, came around to open my door, and offered his hand like a perfect gentleman. I ignored it, hopped out on my own, and marched toward the main house without looking back.“

Tonight is all about torture

Rae’s POV His hands were under the water before I could finish my next breath.One palm slid between my thighs, cupping me possessively through the soaked lace. Two fingers traced my slit, slow, deliberate, maddening, pressing the fabric against my clit and circling once, twice, just enough to make my hips jerk.“Still mad, kitten?” he murmured against my ear, voice dark silk.I couldn’t answer. My head fell back against his shoulder as he kept teasing, never pushing inside, just stroking, petting, owning.Then, without warning, he lifted me clean out of the pool.Water cascaded off us both. I squealed, clinging to his neck as he carried me through the open glass doors, across the threshold, and straight into his bedroom. The fairy lights were dimmed low, the bed turned down, the air cool against my dripping skin.He didn’t put me down until we were beside the bed. And then he kissed me , really kissed me.His mouth claimed mine in one bruising, filthy slide. Tongue pushing past my

I'm sorry baby

Rae’s POV My wrists were still tethered high, body thrumming from the clamps and the lingering heat of the whip, when Killian stepped back to the cupboard. He returned with something that made my breath catch: a sleek, deep-purple silicone dildo, thick, curved just right, realistic veins catching the low light. He dragged the cool tip down the center of my chest, between my clamped nipples, over my trembling stomach, until it rested against my soaked folds. “Daddy or this?” he asked, voice low and dangerous, pressing the toy lightly against my clit. “Which one gets to soothe this pretty ache, kitten?” My answer came out desperate, immediate. “You. Please, Daddy, I want you.” He smiled, slow, wicked, proud, and leaned in to brush his lips against mine. “You’ll get all of me, baby. But first…” He circled the dildo once, teasingly. “You’re going to show me exactly how bad you want it. Give Daddy a show. Fuck yourself with this while I watch.” Heat flooded my cheeks. “I—I’ve never

Arms up, baby.

Rae’s POV The water was still warm when Killian reached for the sponge, lathering it with his vanilla-and-lavender body wash. He washed me like I was something priceless, slow circles over my shoulders, down my arms, between each finger, then across my collarbones and lower. Every pass of the sponge was followed by his lips, soft kisses on my wet skin, tasting soap and me. When he reached my breasts he lingered, thumbs brushing my nipples until they peaked again, then pressed a tender kiss to each one like an apology for earlier.I sighed, boneless, letting him take care of everything.He lifted me out of the tub as easily as if I weighed nothing, set me on the counter, and wrapped me in the fluffiest towel I’d ever felt. He dried me gently, patting, never rubbing, then disappeared into the bedroom and came back with one of his soft black T-shirts.“Arms up, baby.”I obeyed, sleepy and pliant. He slipped the shirt over my head, smoothing it down my body, stealing kisses every f

Are you serious?!

Rae’s POV The realization hit me like ice water.I’d been wiggling happily one second, and the next I felt him, hard, thick, unmistakable, pressing right against the curve of my ass through his sweatpants. My whole body went rigid.“Oh my God,” I whispered, mortified. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”I tried to scramble off his lap, cheeks flaming, but his arms locked around my waist instantly, gentle yet completely immovable.“Hey, hey,” he murmured, voice soft and amused. “Where do you think you’re going?”He pulled me back against his chest, settling me sideways again so I wasn’t directly on the problem, though I could still feel the heat of him. One big hand cupped my jaw, tilting my face up to his.“It’s alright, baby,” he said, eyes warm in the glow of the TV. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m always half-hard around you. Comes with the territory of being obsessed.”Then he kissed me, slow, sweet, reassuring, lips brushing mine like a promise. When he pulled back, his thumb stroke

You're so tempting

Rae’s POV I woke before the sun fully climbed the sky, soft golden light spilling through the half-open blinds and painting Killian in warm honey.He was still asleep, one arm thrown over my waist, the other tucked under his pillow, lips slightly parted.His lashes cast long shadows on his cheeks, and the usual sharp edges of his face were softened in sleep. He looked almost boyish, innocent, even, if you ignored the dark stubble along his jaw and the tattoos peeking from the sleeve of the T-shirt he’d fallen asleep in.I couldn’t stop staring.My fingers moved on their own, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the curve where it met his ear, the little dent in his chin. I brushed the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip, plump and soft, and felt my heart do something ridiculous.God, he was beautiful.A low, sleepy hum rumbled in his chest. His eyes fluttered open, storm-blue and instantly focused on me.“Caught you,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough from sleep, lips curving into a l

Lock the door

Rae’s POV His lips were still on my neck, breath hot against my skin, hands gripping my hips through the emerald silk like he was one second away from tearing the dress off.I met his eyes in the mirror, dark, dangerous, full of worship.“Lock the door,” I whispered.The words barely left my mouth before he moved. One step, the soft click of the lock sliding home, and then he was back crowding me, chest to my back, hands sliding up to cup my jaw and tilt my head so he could devour my mouth.The kiss was instant fire, messy, open-mouthed, desperate. His tongue swept in, piercing stroking mine, tasting every corner like he’d been starving for it. I moaned into him, hands flying to his hair, tugging hard. He answered with a growl that vibrated through my whole body.He spun me around, lifted me effortlessly onto the wide velvet bench in front of the mirror.My legs parted on instinct, the silk skirt riding up to my hips. He dropped to his knees between them without hesitation.“Look a

Don't worry baby

Rae’s POV The Audi hummed along the coastal road, Killian’s hand was on my thigh again, warm, steady, thumb stroking lazy circles that made me feel safe and wanted all at once. The shopping bags rustled softly in the back seat every time we turned. I was still floating from the boutique,from the way he’d looked at me in that emerald dress, from the way he’d called me his princess without hesitation.My phone buzzed on the console.Mom.I stared at the screen for a second, heart dipping, then swiped to answer.“Hi, Mom!”“Sweetheart!” Her voice was bright, tired around the edges. “Just checking in. Marissa’s mom is doing much better, thank God. I’ll be home in two days, Tuesday morning. Can’t wait to see you.”Two days.The words landed like stones in my stomach.“That’s great,” I managed, forcing cheer into my voice. “I’ve missed you.”“I’ve missed you too, baby. Is everything okay there? Killian’s been taking good care of you, I hope?”I glanced at him. He was staring straight ahe

I'd rip your dress off

Rae’s POV The afternoon had melted away in the softest way possible.After the call from Mom, Killian hadn’t left my side for more than five minutes at a time. He’d carried me to the couch, wrapped us both in the biggest blanket, and let me curl into his chest while some mindless rom-com played in the background. He fed me grapes one by one, kissed my temple every time I sighed, and whispered little reassurances whenever my eyes went distant, “We’ve got time, baby,” “I’m right here,” “You’re mine, no matter what”. By the time the sun started dipping low, the knot in my chest had loosened not gone, but bearable.Now it was early evening, and the pool house felt like a little cocoon of fairy lights and anticipation.I was in the bathroom, trying to tame my hair into soft waves with a curling iron, wearing nothing but the midnight-blue lace set he’d bought me earlier and a silk robe hanging open. Killian was in the bedroom, supposedly getting dressed, but he kept finding excuses to

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