All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

His words were filthy and perfect and exactly what I needed to hear. I was climbing toward something, pleasure building with each movement of his fingers, and when he curled them just right, I saw stars."Oh fuck," I gasped. "Cade, I think—I'm—""Cum for me," he commanded. "Let go, Lily. I've got you."My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, pleasure radiating from where his fingers worked me outward through my entire body. I cried out, probably too loud for a house full of party guests, but I couldn't bring myself to care.He worked me through it until I was trembling and oversensitive, then carefully withdrew his fingers. When he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, I nearly came again from the sight alone."Delicious," he said with a wicked grin. "But we're just getting started."He stood and unbuckled his belt, and I watched with anticipation as he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. His cock sprang free—thick, long, already hard and leaking at the tip.Oh.

"It's your lesson. Touch however you want."She reached out tentatively, her fingers wrapping around my shaft in a loose grip. Her hand was small, couldn't quite close completely around my girth, and the sight made something primal rise in my chest."It's so warm," she observed, stroking slowly from base to tip. "And soft. The skin, I mean. Even though it's hard underneath.""Good observation," I said, my voice strained. "That's important. The skin is sensitive. You can be firm with your grip, but don't squeeze too hard or it'll hurt."She adjusted her grip, tighter now, and stroked more confidently. "Like this?""Perfect. Just like that."She continued exploring, her thumb brushing over the head and spreading the precum that had gathered there. "And this? What's this for?""Lubrication, basically. Makes things slide easier. You can use it to help your hand move, or—" I stopped as she brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it clean. "Fuck, Lily.""Sorry," she said, not looking sorry

Lily's POVNew Year's Eve, and I'm standing in my brother's packed house wearing a tight black dress that Cade hasn't been able to stop staring at all night, pretending we're nothing more than acquaintances while my pussy aches with the memory of every lesson he's taught me over the past two weeks.Two weeks of sneaking around. Two weeks of learning exactly what my body is capable of when someone actually knows what they're doing. Two weeks of becoming completely, desperately addicted to the way Cade makes me feel.And tonight—with Tyler distracted by his girlfriend and a house full of drunk people counting down to midnight—I'm finally going to let Cade take the one part of me he hasn't claimed yet.My ass.We'd talked about it after our last session, when he'd been fingering me and had "accidentally" brushed against my asshole, watching my reaction carefully. I'd tensed at first, surprised by the sensation, but then he'd pressed gently and the jolt of pleasure that shot through me ha

         The doorknob turned. Locked.    "Lily?" Tyler's voice came through the door. "You in there? Why is my door locked?"    Panic shot through me but Cade's hand on my hip kept me still and silent.    "Lily?" Tyler tried the door again.    Cade slowly, carefully pulled out of me, and I bit my lip against the whimper that wanted to escape. We both stayed frozen, not making a sound.    "Whatever," Tyler muttered. "Probably just left it locked by accident."    His footsteps retreated down the hallway. 

Even if it's just for this weekend. The words hurt more than they should, but I push past the pain to focus on what he's offering. Complete surrender. Complete ownership. Everything I've secretly wanted but been too afraid to ask for. "What do I need to do?" I ask. "First, we establish boundaries. Hard limits—things you absolutely won't do. Soft limits—things you're nervous about but willing to try. And a safe word. Red means stop everything immediately. Yellow means slow down or check in. Green means keep going. Understand?" I nod. "I understand." "Good. So tell me: hard limits. What's completely off the table?" I think about it. "Anything involving other people. This is just us. And... I don't think I want anything involving serious pain. Like, spanking is fine, but not whips or anything that would really hurt."