Todos os capítulos de CUM-STURBATION: 20 DADDIES—FORBIDDEN TO THE LAST DROP : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The warm, heavy spray of the water was the only thing I could feel besides the Shaman’s rough hands. I was pinned against the smooth stone of the tub, my legs spread wide, and the world was nothing but steam and his voice.He didn't just touch me; he scoured me. His large, calloused hand moved between my thighs, rubbing the thick, herbal soap into my most sensitive skin. It wasn't gentle. It was a rhythmic, aggressive scrubbing that felt like he was trying to peel away my very soul."I am washing away the touch of the unworthy," the Shaman rumbled, his voice vibrating through my back. "Every trace of the boys who laid hands on you. Every drop of their filth that you let stay in your skin. The spirits demand a clean vessel, Jenna. Do you feel the rot leaving you?""Ahhh! Yes! Master! Please!" I cried out, my fingers clawing at the wet stone.His thumb found my clit, circling it with a punishing pressure that made my knees buckle. He was rubbing it vigorously, the friction of the soap a

My car pulled up in the driveway, and now I was standing with my suitcase in front of the house.I hadn’t touched home for two years.My heart was a drum, beating a rhythm of pure anxiety against my ribs. I adjusted the strap of my bag, my palms sweating. I was back. I was finally back. Back home. Back to where I felt peace.For two years, I had lived in a ghost world.The first five days after I left for school had been okay, but it was just five days, I said, before the silence started.Vaughan—my Daddy—had cut me off. He blocked my number. He changed his contact. He vanished into the shadows of the basement, leaving me with nothing but a cold, heart-wrecking text message.“What happened was a mistake. Focus on your school. Do not reach out. Thank you for understanding.”Those words had been a knife in my gut. It haunted me. Broke me. Killed me. I almost lost it.My mom would visit me at the city campus, bringing me expensive gifts and news of the house, but she never brought him. V

The red light of the studio felt like a heavy weight in the air. I stood there, my chest heaving, watching the back of his head. He looked so solid, so real, yet he had been a ghost to me for seven hundred days. "I asked you a question, Angel," Vaughan said. He still didn't turn around. His voice was a flat, dead line. "Why are you here?" "And I said you know why," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You know didn't come here for new talk. I didn't come here for a chat. I came here for the man who spent two years pretending I died the moment I stepped out of his house." Silence. Then, Vaughan finally turned his chair. His face was a mask of cold stone. There was no heat in his eyes, no hunger. Just a chilling, professional distance that made me feel smaller than I ever had before. "Whatever you think you came for, it isn't here," he said. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his bare, tattooed chest. "What happened back then was a mistake, Angel. A lapse in judgment. It’s

~~ Vaugha~~ I walked toward her bedroom door. Each step felt like I was walking toward a cliff. My wife’s words echoed in my head, begging me to help our girl. She had no idea she was sending a wolf to talk to a lamb. I reached the door. It was slightly ajar, a crack of shadow spilling into the hallway. I didn't knock. I just pushed it open and stepped inside. "I want to be alone," her voice came from the darkness. It was small, cracked, and heavy with tears. I didn't leave. I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me with a soft, final click. The room smelled like her—that floral scent that always made my head spin. "I said I want to be alone, Vaughan," she repeated. I could see her now. She wasn't on the bed. She was huddled on the floor, curled into a tight ball against the side of her mattress. She looked so small, so broken. I walked over, my movements slow and heavy. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaving a few feet of space between us. "How long do you wa

~~ Angel ~~ The past week had been a ghost of a week. I moved through the house like I was underwater, heavy and slow. I stayed away from the basement, of course, because Vaughan had said so. I stayed away from him too. I tried my best to keep my eyes off the man who had crushed my heart in that dim red light. My graduation party, or homecoming, or whatever my mom called it, was finally here. The house was full. Music was playing, the kind of classy, expensive jazz my mother loved. People in suits and silk dresses drifted through the living room, holding glasses of champagne. Among them were those siblings—the ‘Definity’ who had worked in Vaughan’s studio years ago. And a few more faces that I sure did recognize from the times I sneaked into his basement to watch his work. "Angel! There you are!" My mother’s voice pulled me out of my head. She looked beautiful in a sparkling emerald gown. She grabbed my arm, her face glowing with excitement. "Come, darling. Some of Vaughan’s frie