Todos los capítulos de Daddy's filthy little pet : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

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.“

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

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

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

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