Lahat ng Kabanata ng ALL YOURS, DADDY: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Elena’s POVI arrived at the gym ten minutes early. My keys were already in my hand before I even turned off the car. Metal cool against my palm, heart thudding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I’d spent the day restless. Classes dragged, lunch sat untouched in my bag, my roommate kept asking why I looked like I was running a fever. I wasn’t sick. I was wired. Every time I shifted in my seat or crossed my legs I felt the phantom ache from the leg press, the way Marcus had left me strapped down and dripping, denied for the third night in a row. My shorts were damp before I even got in the car. I’d changed into fresh black leggings and a loose tank top, but the fabric already clung between my thighs by the time I parked.The front door was unlocked. The main floor was pitch black, only the red glow of exit signs along the baseboards. Marcus was waiting in the group fitness studio at the far end, door propped open, soft white light spilling out from inside. He was shirtless,

Mia’s POVI needed this internship more than anything. My parents had drilled it into me since high school. Get experience. Build the resume. Aim for that top law school. They sacrificed everything for me, working double shifts so I could focus on grades and extracurriculars. So when the application asked for references and I didn’t have enough strong ones, I faked a letter from my old tutor. Just a little white lie, I told myself. No one would check. But Voss did.He is the senior partner at the firm. Tall, always in tailored suits that hug his shoulders, voice smooth when he talks to clients but sharp when he turns it on interns like me. I hated how he made me feel small from day one, calling me into meetings to point out typos in my memos, watching me a second too long when I bent to file papers. He was 44, married, with pictures of his wife on his desk, but that didn’t stop the way my stomach flipped when he looked at me. I told myself it was nerves. But when he called me in

Mia’s POVI was shaking all day. The black dress Voss had specified hung in my closet like a threat. Short. Tight. Thin silk that clung to every curve. I put it on at six thirty in the bathroom at the office. No bra. No panties. The fabric whispered against my nipples with every breath. The hem barely reached mid thigh. Every step made the lining brush my bare cunt. I felt exposed before I even left the building. A breeze from the elevator vent slipped up my skirt and made me clench. Wetness was already sliding down my inner thighs by the time I reached the lobby. I pressed my legs together in the cab ride over. Tried to breathe normally. Failed.Le Bernardin was packed. White tablecloths. Crystal glasses. Waiters in black moving like shadows. Voss waited at the corner booth. Dark suit. Tie knotted perfectly. He stood when I approached. Pulled out the chair next to him. The client was already seated across the table. Older man. Gray suit. Talking about merger terms before I even sat

Mia’s POVI knew I was trapped. And I didn’t want out anymore. The thought used to make me sick. Now it made me wet. I spent the day at my desk pretending to review case files while my mind replayed every moment Voss had taken from me. The under desk blowjob during his client call. The way his fingers curled inside me while he discussed depositions like I wasn’t there. The restaurant table. The boardroom. I had stopped fighting it. I wanted the next step. I wanted him to finish what he started. I arrived at his corner office at eight sharp. The building was mostly empty. Lights off on every floor except the executive level. The city glittered behind the glass walls of his office. Skyscrapers lit up in gold and white. Traffic crawled far below like distant fireflies.Voss was at his desk. Suit jacket off. Shirt sleeves rolled. Tie gone. He looked up when I walked in. Closed the file he was reading. Stood.“Lock the door.”I did. The latch clicked. The sound felt final.He w

Just a glance. But I saw it.And now I knew.He wasn't immune."So," I said, leaning forward slightly, "what do you want to know?""Whatever you want to tell me.""That's a cop-out answer.""It's an honest one." He picked up his pen again. "Tell me about school. What are you studying?"Safe territory. Boring."Undecided," I said. "My dad wants me to do business. My mom wants me to do pre-law. I just want to get through freshman year without failing anything.""And the party? Was that a one-time thing, or...?""Or do I party a lot?" I finished. "I mean, I'm in college. Everyone parties.""That's not an answer.""Fine. Yeah, I party. I drink. I smoke weed sometimes. The coke wasn't mine, though. I was just holding it for a friend."He wrote something down. I wished I could see what. Wished I could read his notes, see how he was categorizing me. Troubled teen? Rich brat? Manipulative liar?"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked. "Girlfriend? Anyone you're seeing?"My heart rate picked up. "