Lahat ng Kabanata ng Seduce Me, Daddy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Sarah pulled into the parking lot outside Barrister Mark Thompson’s office building at 6:54 PM, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles paled. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror—cheeks flushed deep pink, pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted. She looked exactly like what she was: a woman who had been dripping and aching for hours. What the hell am I doing? The thought looped in her head as she stepped out of the car, her legs unsteady. The evening air felt cool against her overheated skin. She hadn’t changed her clothes—same skirt from work, though she’d ditched the soaked panties before leaving the house. Every step made her bare, swollen pussy rub against the fabric, sending fresh sparks through her. She was still wet. So fucking wet. She climbed the stairs to his office door on the second floor, her pulse roaring in her ears. Before she could knock, the door opened. Barrister Mark stood there in his shirt

The words came out broken, mixed with the wet sounds of him driving into her again and again. Fresh juices coated his cock, dripping down to soak the papers beneath her ass. Mark straightened up, gripping her hips hard as he railed her. His eyes stayed locked on where they were joined, watching his thick shaft disappear into her greedy cunt over and over. He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb in rough circles. The pleasure built fast and brutal. Sarah’s back arched off the desk, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. He leaned down again, kissing her messily, biting her lower lip, then sucking on her tongue while his cock hammered that perfect spot inside her. “Going to mark you up so you remember who stretched this cunt properly,” he growled. He sucked another bruise into the soft skin of her breast, then bit her shoulder, hips never slowing. The mix of pain and pleasure made her clench hard around him. Sarah was losing herself in it—the hard thrusts, the

Chapter 1: I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of our master bedroom, staring out at the glittering city lights below. The silk robe barely clung to my body, and the cool night air teased my skin underneath. At forty-two, I still looked good, I had full breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that used to drive my husband wild. But lately, I felt completely invisible to him.Richard had promised to be home early tonight. We were supposed to have a quiet dinner, open that expensive wine, and finally reconnect the way a husband and wife are meant to. Instead, my phone buzzed with the same familiar message: Board meeting running late. Don’t wait up.I let out a slow, frustrated breath. It had been months since he’d properly touched me. Months.I remembered our anniversary trip to Santorini last year. I’d packed the sheer black lingerie he used to love, fantasizing about him fucking me against the villa wall or bending me over the balcony. Instead, he spent most of the weekend on conferen

Chapter 3I stayed locked in my bedroom all night and all through the early and late hours of the morning. I barely slept, my heart still racing from what had happened last night. Every time I thought about going downstairs for something to eat, my stomach twisted with panic. What if Calvin was there? What if he looked at me with that knowing smirk? I couldn’t face him. Not after he’d caught me touching myself while watching him.My hunger eventually turned into a dull ache, but I ignored it. I paced the room instead, still wearing nothing but that thin white sundress. My mind kept replaying the moment our eyes met...his gaze dropping to my hand between my legs. The shame burned hot in my cheeks.Desperate for some sense of normalcy, I grabbed my phone and called Richard. It rang several times before he picked up.“Elena,” he answered, sounding distracted. “What is it? I’m in the middle of something.”I swallowed. “I… I was just wondering when you’re coming home tonight. I haven’t s