《DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Zara’s POV I froze. My whole body went still. What the hell was Dom doing here? His cologne wrapped around me, clean and warm, the same scent that had lingered on his shirt when I wore it. He was close — so close that I could feel the heat coming off his body even though he wasn’t touching me. His presence pressed against my back like a touch anyway, making my skin prickle and my breath catch in my throat.I didn’t turn around right away. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. The scene in front of us kept going — the Dom riding her sub with those slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, her voice low as she told him again how good he felt inside her — but all I could focus on was the man standing right behind me. The same man who had told me to stay out of trouble.I swallowed hard, my eyes still fixed on the bed even though I wasn’t really seeing it anymore. My body was reacting to his nearness in ways I couldn’t control — my pulse quickening, that same warmth low

Zara's POV I stood there for a second after Dom spoke, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened on the platform. The club lights were dim around us, but I could feel the weight of his stare even before I turned. He didn’t wait for me to move on my own. His hand came up and wrapped around my arm, firm but not rough, and he started leading me through the crowd toward the exit. The warmth of his palm against my skin sent a rush of heat straight between my legs, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound. Seeing him like this — angry, in control, his jaw tight — did something to me I couldn’t explain. I was curious. I wanted to see what would happen if he really lost it. The thought made my skin feel too warm under my clothes, and I could feel myself getting wetter with every step we took. He led me out of the underground part of the club and into the night air. The cool breeze hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire building ins

Zara's POVHe rubbed his hand over my ass again, squeezing the heated skin, and then he spanked me once more. The sound was sharp in the quiet night.“Four,” I counted, my voice coming out softer. I could feel the warmth spreading across my backside, turning into a deep, throbbing heat that made my pussy ache and my nipples tighten against my blouse.“This is for volunteering up there like you belonged on that platform,” he said. His voice was rougher now, and I could hear the way his breathing had changed. “You think I didn’t see the way you were watching them? The way your body reacted when she had him in her mouth? You were imagining it, weren’t you? Imagining what it would feel like if it was you bent over like that. ”He spanked me again, and the sting made me gasp.“Five,” I said. My thighs were trembling a little now, and I could feel how slick I was getting. The image of the crop he had mentioned earlier flashed through my mind, and I wondered what it would feel like if h

Zara's POVI sat in the passenger seat as Dom drove closer to my dormitory, the city lights blurring past the windows in the late night. My ass still stung from the spanks he had given me on the hood of his car, a deep, throbbing heat that made every shift in my seat send little sparks through my body. The leather pants rubbed against the sore skin in a way that reminded me of his hand coming down again and again, and I could feel how wet I still was, my panties clinging to me with every small movement.When we were just a block away from the dorm, I turned to him and said, “Drop me off here, a little distance from the building. I don’t want anyone seeing me get out of your car this late.”He glanced over at me, his eyes dark in the glow from the dashboard. “You sure? It’s late. I can take you right to the door if you want.”“I’m sure,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my body was still humming from everything he had done to me. “Thanks for the ride. And for… everything

Zara's POV I stood in front of my mirror the next morning, smiling without meaning to as I stepped into the short schoolgirl skirt I had picked out. It was plaid and pleated, the kind that barely skimmed my thighs when I moved. I paired it with a simple white button-up top, leaving the first few buttons open so the fabric would shift and show just a hint of skin. No bra underneath. The soft cotton brushed against my nipples with every breath I took, and I could already feel them tightening from the friction, sending little sparks across my chest. I slipped on my sandals, grabbed my bag, and gave myself one last look. My hair fell loose around my shoulders, and I had kept my makeup light, just enough to make my eyes look a little bigger and my lips soft and full. I turned to the side and smoothed the skirt down, watching how it hugged my hips and made my ass look round and full. The outfit made me feel exposed in the best way, like I was daring someone to look.As I headed for the do