All Chapters of DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 3: Rules and TeasesHarper’s POVBy day three, the rules already feel normal. Every morning I slip into one of the short pleated skirts Marcus selected from my suitcase and leave my panties in the drawer. The cool air constantly reminds me how exposed I am. One wrong bend and anyone could see my bare pussy. But the only person here is him, and that knowledge makes me wet before breakfast.I settle on the wide leather sofa in the living room with my sketchbook, trying to focus on the lake view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The fabric of the skirt rides high on my thighs. Marcus walks in wearing a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up again, looking every inch the powerful architect who owns everything in sight including me.“Working hard, little girl?” he asks, voice deep and amused. He stops in front of me, eyes dropping to my crossed legs.“I’m trying, Sir. The light this afternoon is perfect for shading.”He sits beside me, then without warning reaches over and pulls

Chapter 5: First BreedingHarper’s POVThe tension had become unbearable by day seven. My body ached constantly from days of teasing, edging, and denial. I couldn’t take it anymore. While Marcus was supposed to be on a conference call, I slipped into the luxurious marble shower, letting the hot water cascade over my flushed skin. My hand slid between my thighs almost immediately.Two fingers rubbed frantic circles over my swollen clit. “Marcus…” I moaned softly at first. Then louder, shameless. “Marcus… fuck… please, Daddy… I need your cock.”My fingers pumped faster inside my soaked pussy. I leaned against the cool tile, eyes closed, imagining his thick shaft stretching me open. “Daddy… breed me… please fill me up…”The shower door suddenly slid open with a sharp bang.I gasped, fingers still buried inside myself. Marcus stood there fully clothed in his black button down and slacks, eyes blazing with raw hunger and dark satisfaction.“Caught you, little girl,” he growled, voice dang

Chapter 7: Risk and OwnershipHarper’s POVMia came back from her internship two days ago, full of stories and hugs. I smiled and laughed with her like nothing had changed, but everything had. I belonged to her father now. The secret burned deliciously between my legs every single minute.Marcus refused to slow down.That same evening, he pulled me aside in the hallway while Mia unpacked. “Wear the remote egg inside you tonight, little girl. I want to play with my toy while you sit next to my daughter.”“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, already wet at the command.Movie night started innocently enough. The three of us sat in the dark living room Mia on one end of the huge sectional, me in the middle, Marcus on my other side. The large screen glowed with some action film. I wore a loose skirt as ordered. The smooth egg vibrator nestled deep against my g-spot.Marcus kept the remote in his pocket.Ten minutes in, the first buzz hit. Low at first. I stiffened.“You okay, Harper?” Mia asked, gl

Chapter 1: The New Novice and First Confession The salt wind whipped across the cliffs as I knelt before the altar of Our Lady of the Eternal Tide, my new white novice habit still stiff and unfamiliar against my skin. Nineteen years old and I had just become Sister Evangeline. Temporary vows only, the Mother Superior had said with a kind smile. A trial. A hiding place from everything I was running from. Candles danced in the drafty chapel. The stone convent felt ancient and watchful, perched high above the crashing sea. My hands shook as I pressed them together in prayer. After the ceremony, Sister Agatha touched my shoulder gently. “Father Lucian will hear your first confession this evening, child. Speak truthfully. God already knows your heart.” I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sister.” The confessional loomed at the back of the chapel, an ornate wooden booth carved with twisting vines and weeping angels. I slipped inside the penitent’s side, the kneeler creaking beneath my weight. Th

Chapter 3: Private Guidance and Deeper Corruption The convent lay in deep silence after midnight. I crept through the cold stone corridors on bare feet, my heart hammering so loudly I feared it might wake the others. This was only our third secret meeting, yet my body already craved Father Lucian like a drug. The note he had slipped under my cell door burned in my mind: Chapel. After midnight. Come empty beneath your habit. I locked the heavy door behind me. Moonlight poured through the stained glass windows, bathing the altar and crucifix in shades of sapphire and blood-red. Father Lucian waited in the shadows near the altar, tall and commanding in his black cassock. “You’re on time tonight,” he said, voice low and rich. “Good. Come here, little sister.” I approached, pulse racing. “Father Lucian… I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.” He smiled darkly. “Strip. Remove everything. Fold your habit neatly on the front pew and kneel before the crucifix. Let our Lord see th