All Chapters of DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ryan's POVShe'd said it would be just once.One night in Chicago to get it out of her system, scratch an old itch, then back to her boring husband and her boring suburban life with her boring fucking marriage that was slowly killing everything vibrant about her.But I'd known better.I'd spent four years with Natalie Chen in college—four years learning every inch of her body, every secret desire, every fantasy she'd been too shy to voice until I'd coaxed it out of her. I knew what she needed. Knew what made her scream and beg and completely lose herself in pleasure.And I knew with absolute certainty that her husband wasn't giving it to her.The way she'd fallen apart under my hands in that Chicago hotel room had confirmed everything. The way she'd cried when I'd made her cum. The way she'd clung to me like I was oxygen and she'd been drowning. The way she'd looked at me afterward—equal parts satisfied and devastated.Nat

 Then I set to work properly.I ate her like I was starving—tongue circling her clit, fingers pumping inside her, exploring every fold and sensitive spot. She tasted incredible, and the sounds she made were pure perfection.When her first orgasm hit, her back arched completely off the bed and she screamed my name loud enough that the neighboring rooms definitely heard.But I didn't stop. I built her right back up, added a third finger to stretch her, and when she came the second time, she was sobbing with pleasure."No more," she gasped. "Too sensitive—""I decide when it's too much," I corrected, continuing my assault with gentler pressure. "And I'm not done tasting you yet."I wrung two more orgasms from her with my mouth before finally pulling back, my chin wet with her arousal."How many was that?" I asked."Four," she panted. "Four times. I've never—David's never—""David's never

I obeyed with trembling hands, removing my clothes piece by piece while he watched with dark, hungry eyes. When I was completely bare, I stood before him feeling more exposed than I ever had. "Fucking perfect," he muttered, circling me slowly. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How much I've missed seeing you like this?" "Show me," I challenged. He moved to his nightstand and opened the box I'd noticed earlier. When he turned back, he was holding silk ropes and a blindfold. "I'm going to tie you up," he said, his voice commanding. "Going to blindfold you and use your body exactly how I want. You're going to lie there and take everything I give you, and you're not going to cum until I give you permission. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," I breathed. "Good girl. On the bed. On your back. Arms above your head." I climbed onto the bed and p

1Emily's POVI’ve hated my stepbrother since the day Mom married his dad. Hated how cocky he is, how his gym-rat body fills every doorway like he owns the space, how he smirks like he already knows every filthy thought I’ve ever had about him. But mostly I hate that I touch myself to the idea of him catching me, pinning me down, and fucking the hate right out of me until I’m crying his name and begging for more.Last night he did catch me.I was in my room, door cracked because the AC in this stupid house never quite reaches the corners. Phone propped on my pillow, volume off, earbuds dangling uselessly because I wanted to hear if anyone came down the hall. The video was one I’d watched a dozen times already—stepbrother sneaking into his little sister’s room at night, hand over her mouth, cock sliding in slow while she whimpered into his palm. I had two fingers curled inside myself, thumb circling my clit, hips rocking up off the mattress like I was already riding him. My breathing w

Emily's POV**I told myself I could handle it. That I could edge for a week, keep my mouth shut, walk away with my pride and the video gone forever. But lying in bed after the couch incident, thighs still slick, clit so swollen it hurt to close my legs, I already knew I was lying to myself. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Ethan’s tongue curling around my fingers, tasting me like I was dessert. I could still feel the heat of his thigh pressed to mine, the low rumble of his voice in my ear calling me good girl while our parents sat oblivious ten feet away. My cunt wouldn’t stop fluttering—empty, greedy, aching for something thicker than my own fingers. I didn’t touch myself. I wanted to so bad my whole body shook, but the rules were clear: no cumming without permission. So I suffered. All night. Tossing, thighs rubbing together, sheets sticking to damp skin, until the sky started turning gray and I finally passed out from sheer exhaustion.Day two started innocent