บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Little Pet: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

I woke up hard and aching, the taste of Sophia’s pussy still on my tongue from last night and the sticky warmth between my legs where I’d spilled so much cum inside her. The whole house was quiet except for the soft sound of her shower running. My cock throbbed just thinking about what she’d promised — that I’d trail kisses along her thighs while she rode me slow and deep, her massive tits spilling all over my chest.By the time I got to the kitchen she was already there, wearing nothing but one of my old college t-shirts that barely reached mid-thigh. No panties. No bra. The shirt was so thin I could see the dark outline of her nipples and the heavy way her tits hung and swayed with every movement. She was bent over the counter pouring coffee, those huge breasts pressing down on the granite, nipples hard and stiff against the fabric.“Morning, baby,” she said without turning, her voice low and teasing. “Coffee’s fresh. And I’m not wearing anything underneath… I thought you might li

The third night had come so fast I felt like I was floating. Every moment of the day had been torture, Sophia’s body pressed against mine in the kitchen, her massive tits brushing my arm while she made dinner, her breath on my neck when she reached for the spice rack. I hadn’t touched myself since the night before. I’d saved every drop. I wanted it to be perfect when she finally let me finish inside her.She was waiting for me in the bedroom the second I walked in, the door already locked behind me. She was wearing the same tiny black thong from the night before but nothing else. Her massive tits looked even more swollen tonight, heavy and full, the dark nipples stiff and pointing straight at me like they were begging me to worship them again. They swayed as she walked over, slow and deliberate.“Hi, baby,” she whispered, voice low and smoky. “I saved this for you. Come here.”I walked over and she pulled me down onto the bed, straddling me immediately. She reached down and guided m

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes I heard his voice—calm, precise, impossible to ignore—telling me to open my legs wider, to keep my eyes on the monitors, to say the word again. Daddy.By morning my body still hummed with the leftover ache of being denied. The keycard sat on my nightstand like a dare.Twenty-three hours and twelve minutes left.I told myself I was only going back to prove I could walk away whenever I wanted. That lie lasted exactly as long as it took me to park under the same black driveway lights and walk through the silent house again.The false wall opened for me. The staircase felt steeper this time. At the bottom the steel door waited, palm scanner glowing. I pressed my hand to it.The door unlocked with a soft hydraulic sigh.Elias Veyron stood in the center of the vault.He was taller than I remembered. Broad-shouldered, dressed in black—shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, dark trousers, no tie. His hair was silver at the temples, his face all sharp l

The staircase was narrow and steep, carved straight into the rock. Cool air rose from below, carrying a faint metallic scent that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up.Elias kept hold of my hand as he led me down, his grip firm but not painful. My bare feet were silent on the cold stone. Behind us the red lights of the middle chamber faded, swallowed by the dark.At the bottom a final steel door waited. This one had no palm scanner. Only a heavy mechanical wheel lock and a small keypad that glowed soft blue.Elias released my hand and turned the wheel with practiced ease. The door swung inward on silent hinges.The room beyond was larger than I expected and completely different from the others.Black stone walls. A polished concrete floor that reflected the low amber lighting. In the center stood a wide, raised platform covered in dark leather, but this one was different—fitted with adjustable restraints at the corners and a series of discreet metal rings.Along one wall ran a long

The rest of the day passed in a blur of controlled intensity.Damian moved me through the remaining sessions with the same precise calm he brought to every high-value sale. He used my mouth until my jaw ached and my eyes watered. He bent me over the platform and fucked me slowly while the cameras recorded every sound. He edged me until I was shaking and incoherent, then made me thank him when he finally allowed release. He fed me small bites of food by hand between rounds. He made me drink water from a glass he held to my lips. He never raised his voice. He never rushed.By the time the light outside the building had fully faded, my body felt thoroughly claimed. Every muscle carried the memory of him. The collar around my throat had become as familiar as my own pulse.Damian released the cuffs for the last time and left the collar in place. He helped me stand on unsteady legs and guided me to a low chaise in the corner of the circular room—the only piece of furniture that looked meant