Semua Bab DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION: Bab 21 - Bab 28

Zara’s POVHeat flooded between my thighs. I was getting wet just from touching these things and imagining his voice. My nipples were hard against his shirt, and I could feel the dampness growing in the boxers. I should have stopped. I knew I was invading his privacy. But my hand kept moving, picking up one of the sleek vibrators. It was dark and expensive-looking, heavier than I expected. I imagined him using it on me while I was cuffed, pressing it against my clit while he whispered in my ear.I put the vibrator back carefully, like it might burn me. My hands were shaking now. Not from fear—from arousal.I quickly slammed the drawer closed and stepped back, heart pounding. I needed to get out of here before I did something even worse. I left the closet and the bedroom, heading back to the guest room on shaky legs. I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to calm my racing heart, but the images kept coming. Dom using those cuffs on me. Dom with the gag in my mouth, telling me to be

Zara’s POV I swallowed hard. The words landed deep, and I knew exactly what he meant. The thought of it — me over his knee, his hand coming down in steady strikes until my skin burned hot and red — sent a quick rush of heat through me before I could stop it. I shoved the feeling down and lifted my chin. "I'm in college to gain new experiences," I said. "That's the whole point. So if I want to go to a party, I'll go to a party. I don't need your permission for anything. I'm not a child." He didn't answer right away. His eyes stayed on mine, steady and unreadable, like he was turning my words over in his head and deciding what to do with them. Then he took one slow step forward. The space between us closed until I could feel the warmth coming off him. Close enough to catch that clean cologne again, the one that always made my head go a little fuzzy. His fingers came up and brushed under my chin, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to look at him. The touch was light, just

Zara’s POV I closed my eyes.“No, Mum,” I said. “I didn’t. And I’m not going to. I don’t want to lose weight.”“Zara—”“I exercise twice a week. I eat well. I feel good.” I kept my voice steady. “I don’t need to be a size zero.”She sighed on the other end. The sigh I’d been hearing my whole life.“I just worry about you,” she said. “Men like a woman who takes care of herself. You want to find someone, don’t you? You have such a pretty face, baby. If you just—”“If a man doesn’t like how I look,” I said, “then I don’t want him.”“Zara.”“I mean it. And if I never find someone, I’m fine being on my own. I’d rather be single than shrink myself for somebody.”The words came out firm. I believed every one of them.But even as I said it, something flickered through my mind that I couldn’t stop. The way Dom’s eyes had moved over me that morning. Slow. Down my body and back up. Not careful. Not polite. Like he’d liked exactly what he saw and hadn’t bothered to hide it. Like the q

Zara’s POV I stood in front of my mirror the next night and pressed my lips together to set my lipstick.The room was quiet. Bri had gone out on a date — some guy from her chemistry lab she'd been texting for a week — and for once I was glad to have the place to myself. I didn't want to tell her I was going to a BDSM club and I didn't have the energy to come up with a lie about where I was going. Bri asked questions. Good ones. The kind that unraveled a lie before you'd even finished telling it. Tonight I just wanted to slip out without explaining myself to anyone.I looked at my reflection.Black leather pants that hugged every curve and refused to apologize for any of them. A black sequined blouse that caught the light when I moved. Black heels. I'd curled my hair so it fell in loose waves over one shoulder, and I'd done my makeup darker than usual — smoky eyes, deep lip, the kind of face that said I knew exactly what I was doing even though I absolutely did not.I turned to t