All Chapters of Daddy’s Little Secret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damian's POV He was so big. I choked just thinking about how his dick took every part of my mouth. I had never been with a guy before, but he was big — I thought I was going to choke and die on his dick. I looked at the card whose room number read 104, thinking about whether I was going to go there or stay back in my studio working. My body betrayed me and tingled with excitement. Every part of me pulsed as I thought about every single thing this man could do to me. I fiddled with the card in my hand. I couldn't be so sure what I was putting myself into. Did I really have to go? Did I want to go? So many thoughts crept into my head. He had sent his gifts, and everything had made me smile. He needed me for pleasure and nothing more. I was meant to give him pleasure, satisfy him, make him cum in so many ways. But a part of my heart still got excited seeing him. He controlled my body in ways I did not understand. It made me feel like I never truly knew myself. He knew

Damian’s POV I woke up in the morning. Feeling numb and weak after everything that happened yesterday. My ass went instantly weak, making it hard and impossible for me to sit upright. I slipped my hands beside me into the sheets of the bed to feel his masculine presence but he had already left. Something stirred in my heart as I thought about why he had left without saying goodbye. I knew he did not want everyone to see him with me which made me a little bit sad. My phone beeped, as I rushed to pick up the phone trying to look at who was texting me. My wrists became limb from trying to wiggle under the clothes he had tied me to. My foster brother had texted me thanking me for hosting him and promised we would meet up before he flew back for work. I finally realised I had a life beside being a fuck boy for a man that was ashamed of me. I went to the bathroom and allowed the water to wash every single thing that we had released out of my body. Thinking about every sin

Damian’s POVI thought that was the end. But it wasn’t. We had to use the sex toy he got for me while he went to deal with some things that were more important to him. While I struggled with the sex toy he had placed in me. I finally got out of the hotel and went straight to the house. I walked into the mansion silently praying that Derek wasn’t around to throw me a lot of questions. I tiptoed the house looking around to be sure he wasn’t in sight to ask me any question. I rushed upstairs quickly. I was so close to the room, when Derek immediately called my name making me stop in my track. “Finally,” Derek sighed. I stopped abruptly with the shoes I had removed in my hand so I don’t draw in attention. “Where have you been?” He asked, as I slowly turned to face him. I straightened up my shoulders so he wouldn’t be able to face or detect lie in my face. “I— had” I stuttered, thinking of a lie that sounded real to him. “I was in the studio, I was trying to keep the walls ful

Nickolai's POV I walked into the office, expecting my lawyer to be seated. As soon as I walked in, I found him sitting at the corner of my chair. He was without any refreshment. A sharp wave of irritation cut through me as I called for my secretary, who rushed in immediately, sensing the anger in the midst of this. "How long has he been here?" I barked at her, and she flinched immediately. "About an hour ago," she stuttered, afraid I was going to hit her. "And you left him without coffee or tea?" I questioned her as she pouted at me, her eyes darting between my lawyer and me. "I'm so sorry," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, looking directly at my lawyer, who wasn't offended by any of this. She walked up to him and asked him what he wanted, then left immediately. I walked towards the chair, avoiding his eyes. He sighed. "Have you found any evidence?" My heart raced as fast as possible. I had never been this soft before and the feeling was unsettling. E

Damian's POV My eyes fluttered as the light pierced into them, creating a sting that could replace blindness. I felt my arm sting like I had been pierced with a needle. The slight pain piercing my eyes caused my temples to throb as I struggled to look around the room, even while my breathing became as ragged and as slow as it normally would have been. I looked around the room, waiting for someone to explain where I was, but nobody was there to answer me. My heart sank a little as I looked around. I knew where I was. I had been familiar with this place for a long time. I could tell even just from the bed that made my back ache from lying on it for so long. Derek finally came in with a casual stride in his scrubs, his tired, dark eyes that could be mistaken for those of someone who hadn't rested enough. It took him a long moment before he looked at me and widened his eyes. I wanted to reach out to him, but my throat felt too dry to speak. He hugged me tightly, ignoring the fact t