Semua Bab Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - Erotica Collection: Bab 11 - Bab 20

◆◆◆ Chapter 12 ◆◆◆~ Niklaus Henderson ~“What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, voice low and lethal.Martha stood there in the hallway, robe half-open, red lips curved in that infuriating, playful smile she’d perfected over fifteen years. She looked utterly unbothered—like she’d just walked in on a casual cocktail party instead of finding a twenty-year-old girl kneeling half-naked in my playroom, breasts bare and flushed, nipples still peaked from the cool air and the lingering ghost of her own thumb.“What?” she asked, all innocence and mischief. “I miss the good old days, Klaus. Jeez! She’s the youngest yet. Twenty?” Her eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she stepped closer, hand sliding down the front of my trousers to cup my cock through the fabric. “Look at you… already hard for me.”I flinched. My body reacted before my brain could stop it—thickening, lengthening under her palm like muscle memory had overridden every rational thought. I hated it. Hated how easily she st

◆◆◆ Chapter 14 ◆◆◆~ Niklaus Henderson ~I dragged myself downstairs to the study, poured three fingers of Macallan 25 into a tumbler with shaking hands, and dropped into the leather armchair facing the ocean. The glass was cold against my split knuckles. I didn’t care. I drank—deep, burning swallows—letting the scotch sear down my throat, hoping it would cauterize whatever was bleeding inside me.Two weeks.It had been just over two weeks since I walked into that library and saw her behind the circulation desk—chestnut hair slipping from its knot, glasses sliding down her nose, full breasts pressing against cream cotton in a way that made my mouth water instantly. Two weeks since I’d given her my private card and she appeared in my office a week later, she’d ridden me reverse cowgirl in a private club room—ass bouncing, cunt gripping me like a vice while she set the pace and I let her, groaning her name like a prayer as she came hard around my cock. I’d bent her over a library shelf

◆◆◆ Chapter 16 ◆◆◆~ Niklaus Henderson ~ I arrived at Le Ciel thirty minutes early. The restaurant occupied the top floor of one of my own buildings—private dining, floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooking the glittering sprawl of Los Angeles at night, tables spaced far enough apart for secrets to stay secret. I’d reserved the corner booth with the best view and the most privacy: candles flickering in low holders, a single red rose in a crystal vase, bottle of Château Margaux breathing on the table, decanter already open so the wine could open up fully before she arrived. The entire space felt like a confession booth disguised as luxury—quiet, intimate, impossible to lie in. I wore black—tailored suit, no tie, top button undone. Simple. Controlled. The way I always dressed when I wanted to look like I had everything under control. I didn’t. My knuckles still ached from punching the wall last night — skin split, scabbed over, throbbing every time I flexed my hand. My head still ra

◆◆◆ Chapter 18 ◆◆◆~ Niklaus Henderson ~ I watched Kris climb the stairs to her apartment building, skirt swaying with each step, the streetlamp catching the soft waves of her hair and turning them copper-gold. She paused at the chipped green door, glanced back once—small smile, shy and real, the same smile she’d given me when I’d first kissed her in the library stacks after untying her wrists and feeling her pulse race under my thumb. Then she disappeared inside, the door clicking shut like a period at the end of a sentence I wasn’t ready to finish.I stayed in the driver’s seat a moment longer, engine idling, hands still wrapped around the wheel. My chest felt strange—light, almost painful. Happy.I hadn’t felt this kind of quiet joy in years. Not since before Martha, before the crash that took my parents and left me with a fortune and a void, before I learned that control was the only thing that kept the world from swallowing me whole. Before I turned sex into a transaction — cont

◆◆◆ Chapter 20 ◆◆◆~ Niklaus Henderson ~Marcus left just after nine — briefcase in hand, quiet assurance that the paperwork was already in motion. Less than an hour later my phone buzzed on the study desk.Martha arrested.Charged with harassment, stalking by proxy, and dissemination of private images without consent. The photographs sent to Kris had been traced back to Martha’s name. Security footage from the library and Kris’s apartment building sealed it. Bail denied pending hearing — Martha was spending the night in county lockup.I exhaled—long, slow, the knot in my chest loosening.I walked back upstairs to my bedroom where Kris sat on the edge of the sofa — knees pressed together, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles were white. She looked small against the vast glass wall behind her, ocean black and endless beyond the reflection of her face.I knelt in front of her until our eyes were level.“Everything’s fine,” I said softly. “Martha’s been arrested. She won’t come near you