All Chapters of I Let My Father's Best Friend Taste Me : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vespera’s POV The rest of the morning passed in a strange, charged quiet that left me constantly aware of the way Thorne moved through his own space, the unhurried certainty of a man who had already decided every detail of how the day would unfold, and I found myself watching him from the edge of the wide bed while he finished dressing, the dark fabric of his shirt stretching across shoulders that still carried the faint red lines my nails had left the night before. He did not speak as he fastened the cuffs, nor when he crossed to the low dresser and selected a thin black collar from a small velvet box, the kind of simple leather band that looked almost delicate until he turned and held it up so I could see the small silver ring set at the front.“Come here,” he said, and the quiet authority in his voice left no room for hesitation, so I rose and walked to him on bare feet, the cool floor doing nothing to steady the low pulse of nerves that had settled under my skin the moment he pr

Chapter 6 — Thorne’s POVI kept her on my lap long after the last of the tremors had left her body, one hand moving in slow, idle strokes along the damp curve of her spine while the other remained settled at the base of the collar, the soft leather warm from her skin and the silver ring resting against my palm like a quiet promise neither of us had spoken aloud. The city continued its indifferent glitter beyond the glass, the late morning light shifting toward afternoon, and still I made no move to lift her or allow her to ease the thick length of me from the place I had filled so thoroughly only moments before. She remained soft and pliant against my chest, her breathing gradually steadying, and the occasional small flutter of her cunt around my softening cock told me her body had not yet fully settled from the three climaxes I had drawn out of her in succession.When I finally eased her up and off me the slow slide of my cock leaving her drew a soft, involuntary sound from her thr

Chapter 8 — Thorne’s POVI remained braced above her on the soft rug for several long minutes after the last pulse of my release had faded, the quiet weight of her body beneath mine and the steady flutter of her cunt around my softening cock a tangible reminder of how completely she had opened for me once the blindfold and clamps were gone. The afternoon light had shifted toward the deeper gold of early evening, the city beyond the glass beginning to glitter with the first scatter of lights, and still I made no move to withdraw, content for the moment to simply feel the way her breathing gradually steadied against my chest and the soft leather of the collar pressed warm between us. When I finally eased free the slow slide drew a soft, involuntary sound from her throat that settled low in my own, and I watched the thick evidence of what I had left inside her begin to slip free in a glistening trail that tracked down the curve of one thigh and onto the expensive rug beneath us.I rose

Chapter 10 — Thorne’s POVMorning light had only just begun to filter through the tall glass when I woke with her still soft and warm against my chest, the collar resting against my forearm where it had stayed through the night and the quiet evidence of everything I had left inside her still faint on the sheets between us. I remained still for several long minutes, simply feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing and the way her body had curled into mine without hesitation once sleep took her, and the quiet certainty that settled behind my ribs had little to do with the original three-month agreement and everything to do with how completely she had already begun to yield. When I finally shifted she made a small sound of protest in her sleep, the soft noise pulling a low thread of satisfaction through me before I eased my arm free and left the bed to start the day.I showered and dressed in clean trousers and an open shirt, then returned to the bedroom with a glass of water a

Chapter 12 — Vespera’s POVNight had fully come by the time Thorne finally allowed me to straighten from the desk, the long hour of remaining bent and open with his cum slowly slipping down my thighs having left me restless and aching in a way that felt deliberately cultivated. He had taken two more calls while still buried inside me, his voice never once losing its calm professional edge even as his hips delivered the occasional deep, reminding thrust that forced me to bite back every sound. When he at last withdrew and told me I could stand, my legs were unsteady and the soft leather of the collar felt heavier than it had that morning.He did not lead me back to the bedroom. Instead he walked to the far side of the open living space where the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched unbroken across the entire wall, the glittering sprawl of the city spread out far below like a living map of lights and movement. He stopped only inches from the glass and looked at me over his shoulder, the