Todos os capítulos de DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Mia stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above her bed, the warm Lagos night air sticking to her skin even with the AC on. It was past midnight, and sleep was nowhere in sight. Another long day at the office, fetching files for people who barely noticed her, then coming home to an empty flat. She was only twenty-four, but life already felt like a loop of the same boring shit.She reached for the half-empty bottle of red wine on her bedside table and took another sip straight from it. The warmth spread through her chest. Her phone lay beside her, screen glowing faintly. Out of habit, she opened WhatsApp and started scrolling through old chats. That’s when she saw his name.Chief Raymond Adeyemi.Her father’s former business partner. Tall, broad-shouldered, always dressed in expensive agbadas or crisp shirts that hugged his chest. Forty-eight years old, rich as hell, with that deep, commanding voice that made her thighs press together whenever he greeted her at family events. He us

Mia’s heart was racing so hard she could feel it in her throat as the elevator climbed to the 18th floor. She had worn a simple black dress that hugged her body tight, no bra, no panties — just like Daddy had ordered. Her nipples were already hard, brushing against the fabric with every step. The hotel in Victoria Island was quiet and expensive, the kind of place where nobody asked questions. Room 1805. She knocked softly. The door opened almost immediately. Raymond stood there in a white shirt with the top buttons undone, showing his broad chest. His eyes darkened the second he saw her. No hello. No smile. He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her inside, and kicked the door shut. His big hand wrapped around her throat instantly, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her gasp. Then his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was hungry, rough, all tongue and teeth. Mia moaned into it, her hands grabbing his shirt as he pushed her back against the wall. “Fuck, I’ve wai

Months had passed since that first night in the hotel, but the fire between them refused to die. Mia’s body had become addicted to Raymond’s touch. Her phone still buzzed late at night with his commands. She still snuck out for quick, dirty fucks in his car or office. But things were getting harder to hide. Her best friend had started asking why she was always smiling at her phone and coming home with fresh hickeys. Raymond’s wife had grown suspicious of his late “meetings.” The danger made everything hotter, but they both knew it couldn’t last forever. One Thursday, he sent the message: **Raymond:** Same hotel. Room 1805. Saturday night. 10pm. This time we go all out, baby girl. Every fantasy. Be ready to get ruined. Mia’s pussy throbbed just reading it. She arrived in a short tight skirt and tiny top, no underwear, heels clicking on the marble floor. The second she stepped into the suite, Raymond grabbed her like a wild animal. No words. He pushed her against the door, dropped t

The next night, Tola’s ankle still throbbed a little, but that wasn’t why her heart was racing. She had spent the whole day thinking about Dr. Kane’s message. After her shift ended at midnight, her phone buzzed.**Dr. Kane:** My office. Now. Bring your ankle for proper examination.She walked down the quiet corridor, her uniform skirt feeling shorter than usual. The hospital was almost empty — only a few nurses on the other wing. When she reached his private office at the end of the hall, she knocked softly.“Come in.”She stepped inside. Dr. Kane sat behind his big desk in his white coat, that black surgical mask covering everything except his sharp, hungry eyes. The door clicked shut behind her. He stood up slowly and locked it.“Lock the main door too,” he ordered, voice low and rough.Tola did as she was told, her hands shaking with excitement. The room smelled like disinfectant and his woody cologne. He pointed to the examination table.“Sit. Let Daddy check that ankle first.”Sh

The weeks after that night in Theatre 2 turned into pure addiction. Dr. Kane’s black mask became Tola’s weakness. Every time she saw it in the hospital corridors, her pussy got wet instantly. He never took it off during their meetings. That mystery, those burning eyes staring at her while he fucked her senseless, made everything ten times hotter.One Friday night after shift, he sent a simple message:**Dr. Kane:** Your apartment. 30 minutes. Leave the door unlocked. Daddy’s coming for a house call.Tola rushed home, heart pounding. She showered quickly, left her hair wet, and lay naked on her small bed with only the bedside lamp on. The door clicked open at exactly 2:15am.Dr. Kane stepped in wearing his mask, white shirt, and black trousers. He carried a small medical bag. No words. He locked the door, dropped the bag, and climbed on the bed like a predator.He pulled out soft medical restraints from the bag — the ones used for restless patients. In minutes, Tola’s wrists were tied