All Chapters of DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I was thinking about her too much.That was the first warning sign. The first indication that I was already losing the professional distance I'd maintained with every other patient for the past fifteen years.It was Tuesday afternoon, twenty minutes before Jessa's second session, and I was sitting at my desk reviewing her file for the third time that day.Jessa Hayes. Nineteen years old. Court-mandated therapy following a shoplifting arrest. History of acting out. Unstable home life. Absent father. Mother with a revolving door of inappropriate boyfriends.Standard stuff. Nothing I hadn't seen before.Except I couldn't stop thinking about the way she'd looked at me during that first session. The way her walls had come down for just a moment before she'd built them back up. The vulnerability hiding under all that defensive anger.And—fuck—the way she'd looked walking out of my office. Young and beautiful and completely off-limits.I closed the file.This was professional interest. Clini

I knew exactly what I was doing.That was the thing—I wasn't some naive girl who didn't understand the game. I knew what wearing this skirt would do. Knew what talking about sex in explicit detail would accomplish. Knew that every word, every look, every calculated move was designed to push him.To see how far he'd bend before he broke.The skirt was short. Like, obscenely short. The kind that made my mom's boyfriend stare a little too long before I told him to fuck off. Black, tight, barely covering my ass. I paired it with a red tank top that showed just enough cleavage to be interesting without being obvious.I looked at myself in the mirror before I left and thought: He's going to notice.He had to notice.Last week he'd held my hand. It had lasted maybe thirty seconds but I'd felt it for days after. The warmth of his palm. The way his thumb had brushed against my knuckles—accident or purpose, I still didn't know.The way he'd looked at me when he finally pulled away. Like he want

Dr. West;I was losing my fucking mind.Eight weeks. Eight sessions with Jessa Hayes and I was unraveling.I dreamed about her. Not occasionally—every single night. Dreams where she was in my office, on my desk, under me, over me, her voice in my ear saying my name the way she had in that session three weeks ago when she'd described her fantasy in excruciating detail.I'd wake up hard, Rachel asleep beside me, and I'd have to go to the bathroom to take care of it like a teenager. Jerking off silently while my wife slept, thinking about a nineteen-year-old patient who was destroying every ethical boundary I'd ever maintained.My other patients were suffering. I couldn't focus during sessions. Kept checking the clock, counting down until Tuesday at three when Jessa would walk through my door in whatever outfit she'd chosen to torture me with that week.Last week it had been a sundress. White. Practically see-through in the afternoon light. I'd spent fifty minutes trying not to stare whi

We practically ran to my car. I unlocked it, we tumbled into the back seat, and then I was on her again.Kissing her like I'd been starving for it. Because I had been."Cameron—" She gasped against my mouth."I know. I know this is—""Don't. Don't think. Just—please—"I kissed her again. Harder this time. My hands in her hair, her hands under my shirt, both of us desperate and clumsy and so far past the point of no return.I'm violating every ethical code. I could lose my license. My marriage. Everything.The thought was there but distant. Drowned out by the feeling of her skin under my hands, her tongue in my mouth, her body pressed against mine.I pulled back. Looked at her. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with want."Are you sure?" I asked. Last chance. Last opportunity to stop this."I've been sure since week one."That was all I needed to hear.I kissed down her neck while my hands went to the button of her jeans. Got it open. Slid my hand inside.She was already wet. Soaked

"Your turn to have patience," I said.I leaned forward. Licked a stripe up the underside of his cock."Jesus Christ—"I took him in my mouth. Just the tip at first. Sucking gently while my hand worked the shaft.His hand came to my hair. Not pushing. Just holding on."That feels so good," he groaned.I took him deeper. Hollowed my cheeks. Used my tongue the way I'd imagined doing for weeks."Jessa—if you keep doing that I'm gonna—"I pulled off with a wet pop. "Already?""It's been a while." He looked almost embarrassed. "My wife and I haven't—not in months."Something about hearing him mention her should've killed the mood. Instead it made me want him more.I was what he wanted. Not her. Me."Then let me make it good," I said.I took him in my mouth again. Deeper this time. Until he hit the back of my throat."Oh fuck—"I worked him with my mouth and my hand, watching his face, learning what he liked. When I hollowed my cheeks, he groaned. When I sucked hard on the tip, his grip on m