All Chapters of Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

◆◆◆ Chapter 3 ◆◆◆~ Niklaus Henderson ~One week.Seven fucking days of checking with my secretary every morning like some lovesick teenager waiting for a text.“Any calls from Kris Hunter?”“Any appointments set?”Every time the answer was no, the disappointment settled heavier in my gut. I had never given out that private card to anyone who wasn’t already vetted, useful, or disposable. And yet here I was, obsessing over a librarian who probably hadn’t even kept it.I had driven past the library every single workday since Friday — slowing just enough to catch a glimpse of her through the tall windows. Her at the circulation desk, hair slipping from its knot, glasses sliding down her nose as she scanned books. Her bending to shelve returns, skirt hugging her ass in a way that made my cock twitch in my slacks. I never went inside. Too prideful. Too controlled. I needed her to come to me. I needed proof she felt the same pull I did—the one that had kept me half-hard and restless all w

◆◆◆ Chapter 5 ◆◆◆~ Kris Hunter ~BDSM. BDSM. BDSM.The word kept looping in my brain like a dirty secret I couldn’t shake. I’d heard it before — whispers in college dorms, jokes on late-night TV, the occasional eye-roll in group chats — but it was never my thing. Kinky people did that. Not quiet, bookish Kris Hunter who color-coded her planner and always returned library books on time.Until Niklaus.That man had cracked something open inside me and now I couldn’t close it. The night at the club played on an endless loop every time I tried to sleep. Me straddling him, reverse cowgirl, ass slapping against his hips while I rode him like I was trying to break us both. His hands on my waist, letting me lead — but his eyes promising that if he ever took over, I’d be begging within minutes. The way he groaned low in his throat when I clenched around him. The hot flood when he finally came inside me, so deep I felt it pulse for hours afterward.He’d let me be in charge that night. Del

◆◆◆ Chapter 7 ◆◆◆ ~ Kris Hunter ~The sleek black Aston Martin purred to a stop outside my apartment building, engine idling low like it was too elegant for this cracked sidewalk and flickering streetlamp. The neighbourhood looked even shabbier under the headlights — peeling paint on the concrete walls, weeds pushing through pavement cracks, the distant thump of someone’s subwoofer rattling windows three floors up. Niklaus’s car didn’t belong here. Neither did he.He killed the engine and turned to me, one forearm resting on the steering wheel, the other hand still warm from where it had been resting high on my thigh the entire drive. My skin still tingled from his touch, from the slow, deliberate circles he’d traced over my inner thigh while I tried (and failed) to keep my breathing even. His fingers had drifted higher with every red light — brushing the edge of my panties, pressing just enough to make me squirm — until I was soaked, clit throbbing, thighs slick beneath my skirt.

◆◆◆ Chapter 9 ◆◆◆~ Kris Hunter ~I prepared like it was the most important date of my life. Because it was.Last night I barely slept. Tiana had crashed on my couch after our marathon gossip session, her sprawled under a throw blanket, me curled in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of the library stacks. The way Niklaus had bent me over that shelf, skirt shoved up around my waist, panties yanked to the side so roughly the lace tore. The way he’d gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, counted every thrust aloud in that low, commanding voice —“One… two… three…”— while I gasped the numbers back, thanking him between broken moans. The thick stretch of his cock splitting me open, filling me so completely I felt every vein, every ridge dragging against my walls. The hot rush when he finally came — deep, pulsing, flooding me until his cum leaked out around his shaft and dripped down my inner thighs in slow, sticky trails while I trembled and clenched around him, still comin