All Chapters of DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zara’s POVMy heart kicked hard against my ribs. I had pulled the door back to exactly where I found it. I had been quiet. There was no possible way for him to know that I had been in his room unless— "How—" I started. He took a step closer. I found myself stepping back. The corner of his mouth lifted — just slightly, just enough to be a smirk — when he saw me do it. Like he had noticed something and filed it the way he filed everything. He stopped a few feet in front of me. "How did you know I went into your bedroom," I said. My voice came out less steady than I wanted it to. "I have a camera in my bedroom," he said. I was shocked. He had seen me. He had seen me touch his sheets. He had seen me snooping. He had watched me open that drawer, touch his things. My face burned hotter and I raised my chin in defiance, trying to push back against the way my body was reacting. "What kind of creep puts a camera in his bedroom?" I asked. "I like to watch," he said simply

Zara’s POV The cab dropped me off in front of my dorm. I climbed the stairs slowly, one hand on the rail. My head still felt fuzzy from the rum the night before, but it was more than that. Dom’s fingers under my chin. The way he’d made me look at him. The drawer with the cuffs and the crop and the plugs all lined up like they belonged there. And the camera. I like to watch. The words kept circling in my head like they were stuck on repeat.The second I pushed open the door, Bri threw her arms around me so hard I almost dropped my bag.“You’re okay,” she said into my shoulder. Her voice was thick, like she’d been holding back tears. “Oh my God, you’re actually okay. ”“I’m okay,” I said, hugging her back. My arms went around her waist and I held on tight. “I promise. I’m fine.”She pulled away just enough to look at my face. Her eyes moved over me like she was checking for bruises or something worse. Then she hugged me again, tighter this time.“I’m so sorry about last night,” s

Zara’s POV I knew exactly what kind of club this was. I'd written places like it into my stories more times than I could count — smoky, candlelit rooms full of people who knew exactly what they wanted, scenes I'd imagined down to the smallest detail and never once seen with my own eyes. I'd built every single one of them out of research and guesswork and my own imagination working overtime.And now here was a real one.Three clicks away. An event happening tomorrow. Close enough to touch.I should have closed the tab.I knew I should close the tab. I told myself to close the tab.I clicked the registration button instead.A form opened up. Long. More of a questionnaire, really — page after page of questions, all of them clearly designed to screen people before they let them anywhere near the door. They wanted to know who you were and what you wanted and whether you'd be a problem. I respected that, actually. It made me feel slightly safer, like whoever ran this place took it s

Zara’s POV The space opened up in front of me like something out of one of my own stories. Beautifully dressed people filled the room — leather pants and corsets, lace that barely covered anything, harnesses that caught the low lights and made skin look like it was glowing. A few of them wore collars. Some were men, their throats circled in thick black leather or polished metal. Some were women, the same kind of collars sitting snug against their skin like they belonged there. I looked around in awe, trying not to stare too long at any one person. The energy in the room felt charged, like everyone was waiting for something to begin.There was a large open space in the middle of the club. A bed sat right in the center of it, covered with dark sheets that looked soft and expensive, almost black in the dim light. A small table stood beside it, and on that table were different toys laid out in neat rows — whips with long tails, thick handcuffs lined with soft fur, a few other things I

Zara’s POV She smiled up at him one more time, then took him back into her mouth. This time she went deeper, her lips sliding down until I could see her throat work as she swallowed around him. He groaned again, louder this time, and his hands gripped the edge of the bed so hard his knuckles turned white. She didn’t pull back right away. She held him there for a long moment, her tongue moving against the underside of his cock, before she started bobbing her head slowly. Every movement looked controlled, like she was savoring the way he reacted to her.I stood there watching, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t fully control. The heat between my legs was spreading now, making my thighs press together tighter. I could feel how wet I was getting, the way my panties clung to me, and every time she took him deeper I imagined what it would feel like if it were me on that bed instead. If it were Dom standing over me, telling me exactly what to do, making me wait just like this. The thought