Lahat ng Kabanata ng DADDY’S DIRTY SECRET: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter 6: Public Risk in Holy PlacesThe Bishop’s visit turned every prayer into torture and every glance from Father Lucian into foreplay. The small remote vibrator was no longer just against my clit he had inserted the thick bulbous part deep inside me that morning, the antenna trailing wickedly against my folds.During his sermon on purity, the vibrations began. Low at first, then brutal pulses synced to the rhythm of his voice. I knelt in the third row, rosary clutched tight, biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.“Father Lucian…” I mouthed silently.His eyes locked on mine across the chapel. “Resist the flesh, sisters,” he preached smoothly, “for the devil wears the mask of desire.” The vibrator surged stronger. My walls clenched hard around the toy. A tiny whimper escaped me. The sister beside me shifted, but I kept my head bowed, thighs quivering.Later, in the bell tower, the sea wind howled through the arches while pilgrims chanted below.“Lift it,” he growled

Chapter 8: Total Addiction & Secret VesselI no longer waited for his command. The moment Compline ended, I slipped through the shadowed corridors like a ghost, my bare pussy already dripping beneath my habit. The black rosary collar hidden at my throat felt like a brand, a constant reminder that I belonged to him. Father Lucian had ruined me completely, and I craved every second of my corruption.I entered his private quarters without knocking. He stood by the window in only his cassock, moonlight outlining his powerful frame. The second the door clicked shut, I dropped to my knees.“Daddy…” I begged, voice already hoarse with need. “Please use your addicted breeding whore. I’ve been empty all day. I need your cock. I need your cum.”Father Lucian’s dark eyes gleamed with possessive hunger. He stepped forward and gripped my veil, yanking my mouth onto his thick, hardening cock. “That’s my perfect little cum vessel. Look at you crawling to your priest like a bitch in heat.”I moaned

Chapter 2: The DealMy heart hammered against my ribs louder than the distant bass from the party decks. Captain Kai Rivera stood inches away, his tattooed forearm braced beside my head, trapping me against the shadowed wall of the restricted overlook. The couple below had finally finished, their moans fading into the night, but my body was still buzzing, slick and aching from being caught mid finger fuck.“Personal stress relief?” I repeated, my voice breathier than I wanted. I tried to sound cocky, lifting my chin. “That’s a fancy way of saying you want a free fuck toy for the week, Captain. What if I say no? You’ll really report a passenger for… exploring?”Kai’s dark eyes gleamed with amusement and something sharper. Hunger. He was forty-two, carved from salt, authority, and ink tattoos of crashing waves and nautical stars disappearing under his crisp white uniform collar. “Exploring. Is that what we’re calling it when your fingers are buried in that pretty cunt while you watch s

Chapter 4: Stormy Railing at 3 A.M.The ship had been rocking harder since dinner. By midnight the announcements warned passengers to stay inside their cabins due to an unexpected tropical storm. I lay in the massive presidential bed, silk sheets tangled around my naked body, when my phone buzzed with a single text from an unknown number: Upper deck crew overlook. Thin silk robe only. Nothing underneath. 3 AM. Don’t make me wait.My stomach flipped with nerves and dark excitement. I slipped on the short emerald silk robe Kai must have had delivered earlier it barely reached mid thigh and clung to my skin like it was already wet. The walk through the empty corridors felt dangerous. The ship pitched and rolled beneath my bare feet as I climbed the hidden stairs to the restricted upper deck.Rain lashed sideways when I pushed open the heavy door. Wind howled around the lifeboat davits. Lightning flashed across the black sky, illuminating the massive figure waiting for me.Captain Kai st

Chapter 6: Bridge “Safety Drills” and Total ExposureThe bridge was quiet at 2 a.m., the night watch thinned out to a skeleton crew elsewhere. Kai had texted me a single order: Bridge. Wear the black sundress. Nothing else. My legs shook the whole climb up. When the heavy door clicked shut behind me, he was already waiting in his crisp white uniform, sleeves rolled up, tattoos dark under the soft glow of radar screens and navigation lights.“Lock it,” he commanded.I turned the deadbolt, heart pounding. “Another ‘safety drill,’ Captain? That’s what you’re calling it when you drag me up here in the middle of the night?”Kai stepped close, backing me against the wide navigation console. “Exactly. And tonight’s drill is total exposure. Strip.”I peeled the sundress over my head, standing completely naked under the stars visible through the massive windows. The ship hummed beneath us, engines steady. He spun me around, bent me over the console, and used soft ropes to tie my wrists far ap