All Chapters of Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 2: Lingering TouchesSophie woke to the smell of coffee and bacon drifting up the stairs. Sunlight poured through the guest room windows, and for a moment the events of last night felt like a bad dream. Then she remembered: Jake’s betrayal, Ryan’s strong arms around her, the way his thumb had brushed her neck like he wanted more.She slipped out of bed still wearing his oversized t-shirt. It smelled like him—clean and masculine. She padded downstairs barefoot, the hem brushing her thighs with every step.Ryan was at the stove in the open kitchen, flipping eggs with practiced ease. He wore a simple gray Henley that stretched across his back and shoulders. When he turned and saw her, his eyes darkened for a heartbeat before he smiled softly.“Morning, sweetheart. Sleep okay?”His voice was warm, a little rough from sleep. Sophie felt heat rise in her cheeks.“Better than I expected,” she said, sliding onto one of the island stools. “Thanks for letting me stay.”Ryan set a plat

Chapter 4: First TasteThe next evening felt like foreplay from the moment Ryan walked through the door. Sophie had spent the day in a haze of anticipation, her body still humming from his fingers the night before. She wore a simple white sundress with nothing underneath, the thin fabric brushing against her sensitive skin every time she moved.Ryan stepped inside, loosening his tie, and stopped short when he saw her waiting in the kitchen. His eyes raked over her slowly, taking in the way the dress clung to her breasts and hips.“Sophie,” he said, voice already rough. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”She smiled shyly and walked toward him. “I wanted to look nice for you… Daddy.”The word made his jaw clench. He dropped his briefcase, closed the distance in three strides, and pulled her into a deep kiss. This one was slower than last night—deliberate, savoring. His hands slid down her back, cupping her ass through the dress and squeezing.He lifted her onto the kitchen island

Sophie was shaking by the time Ryan carried her into the master bedroom that final night. She had barely slept, her body a live wire after another full day of teasing texts and his cruel promises. Now he laid her down on his king-sized bed like she was something precious and dangerous at the same time.Ryan stood at the foot of the bed and slowly undressed, eyes never leaving hers. When he was naked, thick cock heavy and curving up against his stomach, he crawled over her, caging her in with his powerful body.“No more waiting,” he said, voice low and final. “Tonight I make you mine completely.”He kissed her deeply, one hand tangled in her hair while the other explored every curve—squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple, sliding down to cup her soaked pussy. Two fingers dipped inside her, testing, before he withdrew and brought them to her lips.“Taste how ready you are for Daddy,” he murmured.Sophie sucked his fingers clean, moaning at her own flavor mixed with his skin. Ryan wa

The cabin nestled deep in the Colorado mountains looked like something from a postcard—thick logs, wide windows, and a stone fireplace that dominated the living room. Harper had always loved coming here for winter break, but this year felt different. She was nineteen now, no longer the awkward teenager who used to beg her stepdad for hot chocolate.Caleb carried their bags inside, his broad shoulders flexing under a thick flannel shirt. At thirty-nine, he still moved with the quiet strength of the ex-military man he was. Tall, rugged, with dark hair streaked by early silver and a jaw that could cut glass. He’d married her mom when Harper was fifteen, and for years he’d been the steady, reliable presence in her life.“Looks like the storm’s moving in faster than they predicted,” Caleb said, setting the last bag down. His deep voice filled the cabin. “Your mom just texted—she’s stuck at the airport. Emergency meeting in Denver got extended. She won’t make it up tonight.”Harper’s stoma

Morning light struggled to break through the heavy snow still falling outside. The cabin was silent except for the occasional creak of the roof under the weight of the blizzard. Power was still out, and the fireplace had burned low overnight.Harper woke up alone under the thick quilt on the couch, body aching with unmet need. Caleb must have slipped away earlier. She stretched, the thin tank top riding up and the memory of his mouth between her legs making her thighs press together.She couldn’t wait any longer.Harper slipped her hand under the quilt, fingers sliding between her legs. She was already slick. She closed her eyes and pictured Caleb—his strong hands, the way his voice dropped when he called her baby, how his tongue had felt devouring her last night. Her fingers circled her clit slowly at first, then faster, soft moans escaping her lips.She didn’t hear Caleb return from checking the generator outside.He stood in the doorway for a long moment, snow melting in his dark