บททั้งหมดของ Groomed By My Steamy Daddy : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Lily’s PovI woke up slowly, my body aching in a way I had never felt before. My wrists were sore from the silk restraints and there was a dull throb between my legs from the intense pleasure he had given me. I was still in his bed, but I was alone. The blindfold was gone, but my hands were still tied to the headboard. I blinked my eyes, adjusting to the soft light coming through the window. The door opened and Dante walked in, holding a glass of water. He was fully dressed in a dark suit, looking like he was about to go to work. He looked at me, his expression unreadable. "Good morning," he said, his voice neutral. "Did you sleep well?"I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. He walked over to the bed and untied my wrists, the rough silk scraping against my sensitive skin. I rubbed my wrists, the feeling of blood rushing back into my hands a strange mix of pain and relief. "Get up," he said. "It's time for breakfast." I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my body still shaky. "What

Lily's PovHis words hurt more than any slap. "This changes nothing." I felt the sting all the way back to my room.I wanted to cry but I was too angry. I wasn't going to let him push me away, I wasn't going to let him pretend I meant nothing. If this was his world, then I would learn the rules. I would become the perfect partner for him, someone he couldn't ignore. I turned on my laptop and started searching. I typed in BDSM and read everything I could find. I learned about safe words, a special word you say to stop everything if it gets too much. I read about aftercare, how important it is to take care of each other after, with cuddling or just talking. It was about trust and communication, not just pain. I read about pain play, how some people liked the sting and the heat, how it could release chemicals in your brain that made you feel good. I read about consent, how it had to be clear and excited, not just a quiet yes. I absorbed it all, making mental notes. I was going to be s

Lily's PovMy body was a map of him. I woke up and the first thing I felt was the ache. It was a deep, sweet soreness that started in my muscles and ended in the most private parts of me. My hips were bruised where his fingers had dug in, and I could feel the tenderness on my shoulders where he had bitten me. I shifted in the big bed and a dull throb came from between my legs, a reminder of how he had claimed both of my holes. I ran my hand over my stomach and down to my thighs, tracing the invisible marks he had left on my skin. I loved it. Every single ache was a proof, a sign that I belonged to him. I was his dirty secret, and these pains were my medals. I smiled into the pillow, a real, happy smile that made my face hurt. For a little while, I could forget everything else and just be the girl he had broken and then put back together.But the happiness was like a bubble, and it was about to pop. The thought of my dad pushed its way in, sharp and cold. I had been so focused on Dant

Dante’s PovI watched her sleep. The moonlight came through the window and painted her body in soft light. She was on her stomach, her face turned toward me, her lips slightly parted. She was bruised and marked by me. My fingerprints were dark on her hips. My bites stood out red and angry on her shoulders and the back of her neck. Seeing my marks on her skin made my cock harden instantly. She looked so innocent when she slept, so peaceful, a stark contrast to the dirty things she had let me do to her. I stood over the bed, my hand wrapping around my dick. I started to stroke myself, slow and steady. My eyes were fixed on the bite marks on her neck, the one that was just above her collarbone. I imagined her waking up and finding me like this, watching her, getting off to the sight of her body broken by me. The thought made me stroke faster. I came quietly, my body tensing as I spilled myself onto her tits, the white cum stark against her pale skin. She didn't even stir. I stood there

Dante's Pov I forced my cock deeper into her throat with every thrust, showing no mercy. I wanted to erase the memory of her ex-boyfriend's lips, to replace it with me, to fill her so completely that there was no room for anyone else. I watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks, her skin turning a darker shade of red as she fought for air. I should have stopped. A part of me screamed to stop, to pull back and let her breathe. But the rage was stronger. The image of another man's hands on her, his mouth on hers, it was a poison in my blood. I thrust harder, deeper, my hips slamming against her face. I felt her body go slack, her struggling stop. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out, her body limp against me.I pulled out of her mouth immediately, the rage vanishing and being replaced by a cold, sickening dread. I untied her hands and scooped her up into my arms. She was so light, so still. For a terrifying second, I thought I had gone t