All Chapters of Forbidden Little Pet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2: Caught in the ActLila's heart slammed against her ribs the second she saw him in the doorway. The lamp cast soft shadows across Marcus's face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. He hadn't moved yet—just stood there, one hand still on the knob, the other fisted at his side. His gray t-shirt was slightly damp from an earlier shower, clinging to the hard planes of his chest. Sweatpants hung low, and even in the dim light she could see the unmistakable outline straining against the fabric.She should have screamed. Covered up. Told him to get out.Instead, she froze, hand still between her thighs, fingers slick and trembling. The sheet had slipped down to her waist, leaving her thin tank top twisted, nipples hard against the cotton. Heat flooded her face, but lower—much lower—the ache only sharpened.Marcus's eyes darkened as they raked over her. Not disgust. Not anger. Something hungrier. Primal."Lila," he said again, voice r

Chapter 4: On Her KneesLila woke up throbbing. Her body remembered every second of last night—Marcus's mouth on her nipple, his thumb circling her clit, the way he'd made her come so hard she saw stars. But the orgasm had only sharpened her hunger. She needed more. Needed him inside her, claiming her completely.She spent the day restless, stealing glances at him across the kitchen table during breakfast. He was calm—too calm—sipping coffee in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up to show corded forearms. When their eyes met, he gave her a slow, knowing smile that made her core clench."Be good today, little pet," he said quietly as he left for the job site. "No touching without permission."The command lingered all afternoon. By evening, she was a mess—panties damp, nipples sensitive against her bra, mind replaying his voice on loop.When the front door finally clicked open after dark, her heart raced. Footsteps on the stairs. A soft knock."Come in, Daddy."Marcus entered, locking th

Chapter 1: Pushing ButtonsAva knew exactly what she was doing when she slipped into the living room that Friday night. Her dad was out of town for a conference, leaving the house empty except for the occasional visit from his best friend Logan.Logan, who had been coming around since she was in diapers—barbecues, holidays, fixing her bike when it broke. Logan, who now looked at her like she was a problem he couldn't solve.She wore the tiniest sleep shorts she owned—barely covering her ass—and a cropped tank that rode up every time she moved. No bra. Her nipples poked against the thin fabric like little invitations. She "forgot" to tie her robe.Logan was already there, sprawled on the couch watching a game, beer in hand. He'd let himself in with the spare key her dad always left him. At thirty-eight, he was built like he still ran drills—broad shoulders, thick arms inked with faded tattoos, dark stubble shadowing his jaw. He looked up when she walked in, eyes flicking over her once

Chapter 3: The ApologyThe next afternoon, Ava couldn’t stop thinking about Logan’s hands on her. The sting on her ass had faded to a warm reminder, but the ache between her legs hadn’t gone away. She was still sore in the best way, still wet every time she remembered how he’d edged her until she cried.She picked up her phone and typed a message before she could chicken out.Ava: Sorry Daddy… I was a bad girl last night. Come over tonight? I want to make it up to you.She added a innocent-looking emoji, even though nothing about her thoughts was innocent.Logan’s reply came ten minutes later.Logan: Door unlocked. Be ready when I get there. No clothes. No attitude.Her stomach flipped. She spent the rest of the day cleaning up, showering, and pacing. When the sun went down, she did exactly as he said—stripped completely and waited on the couch in the living room, heart hammering.The front door opened at 9:15.Logan stepped inside, locking it behind him. He was still in his dark jean

Chapter 5: Still SoreThe morning light filtered through the curtains as Ava stirred in Logan’s arms. Her body was deliciously sore—ass still faintly marked from his hand, pussy aching from how deep he’d fucked her the night before. She could still feel the ghost of his cum inside her.Logan’s phone had buzzed again an hour ago. Her dad’s flight had landed early. He was already on his way home from the airport.“We have maybe thirty minutes,” Logan murmured against her neck, voice rough with sleep and fresh hunger. “Think you can be quiet, little brat?”Ava smiled wickedly and ground her ass back against his hardening cock. “No promises, Daddy.”He growled and flipped her onto her back, kissing her hard and deep. His hand slid between her legs, finding her already wet again.“Still dripping my cum,” he said approvingly. “Such a messy little pet.”They barely made it out of the bedroom. Logan carried her downstairs to the kitchen, setting her on the cold marble counter. He shoved her t