Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Chapter 2: Midnight Studio SessionThe private photography studio on the 42nd floor was bathed in low, intimate lighting at 11:47 PM. Only a few soft spotlights remained on, casting dramatic shadows across the seamless white backdrop and the sleek black chaise lounge in the center. The rest of the building was empty. Just them.Raven arrived exactly on time, wearing a long black trench coat over whatever Damien had left for her. Her dark hair tumbled in loose waves, lips painted a deep blood red. She knew exactly what she was doing.Damien stood behind the camera, sleeves rolled up, the top buttons of his black shirt undone. The silver at his temples caught the light as he looked up. His gray eyes darkened the moment she stepped into the glow.“Coat off,” he said, voice low and commanding.Raven smiled, slow and wicked. She let the trench coat fall to the floor in one fluid motion.Underneath, she wore the most scandalous piece from his new collection — a sheer black lace bodysuit th

Chapter 4: Private Jet SeductionThe private jet hummed smoothly at 38,000 feet, en route to Paris for the campaign launch. The cabin was pure luxury — cream leather seats, a fully stocked bar, and a private bedroom at the back. Only the two of them and the discreet crew up front.Raven had been waiting for this moment.She emerged from the bedroom in a silky black robe that barely reached mid-thigh, the tie loosely knotted. Her hair was down in wild waves, lips freshly painted crimson.Damien sat in one of the wide leather seats, reviewing documents on his laptop, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful man trying, nd failing to stay in control.She walked straight to him, hips swaying with the gentle turbulence.“Working already, Mr. Vale?” she purred, stopping right in front of him. “We have hours before we land. Surely you can take a break.”Damien’s eyes lifted from the screen, darkening instantly as they traced the way the silk clung to her body. “Raven…”She smiled,

Chapter 6: Seductive TrainingThe next ten days in Paris became a masterclass in seduction.Damien had postponed their return flight indefinitely. “Training,” he called it. Raven called it the sweetest torture she’d ever known.Day One – The Private AtelierThe same atelier where it all began was now their private playground. Damien had cleared it for the entire day. Raven stood in the center wearing nothing but a sheer white lace bodysuit he had designed overnight — strategically placed panels that barely covered her nipples and the apex of her thighs.“Walk for me,” he commanded from his chair, camera ready.Raven moved like liquid sin, hips rolling, back arched, hands trailing down her body. Every few steps she paused to pose — bending over a mannequin, stretching on tiptoes to reach a high shelf, dropping to her knees and looking up at him with parted lips.Damien’s control was ironclad at first. He took photo after photo, directing her poses with that low, commanding voice. But

Chapter 8: Eternally SeducedThe private yacht anchored off the coast of Monaco at 2 AM, far from the glittering lights of the city. Only the moon and soft deck lights illuminated the deck. Raven stood at the railing in a sheer white silk robe that fluttered open in the sea breeze, completely naked underneath. The rose-gold collar Damien had given her after their first real night together gleamed against her throat.Damien approached from behind, silent as a shadow. He wore only black linen pants, his powerful chest bare, silver threading his dark hair in the moonlight. He stopped close enough that she could feel his heat, but didn’t touch her yet.“You’ve won,” he said quietly, voice rough with surrender. “I don’t want the campaign. I don’t want control anymore. I just want you.”Raven turned slowly, letting the robe slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet. “Then take me, Damien. Not as your muse. Not as your secret. As yours. Completely.”He dropped to one knee right there on t

Chapter 2: Late Night DisciplineThe house was quiet by 11 PM, but Lila’s blood was still buzzing. After a tense dinner where Marcus had watched her like a hawk across the candlelit table, she’d retreated to her room only to feel restless. Her mother’s latest text said she’d be gone another two weeks. Two whole weeks alone with the man who had pressed his hard cock against her in the foyer and warned her about crossing lines.She couldn’t stop thinking about it.So when her old high school friend Mia texted about a spontaneous late-night bonfire at the lake with a small group, Lila didn’t hesitate. She slipped on a tiny denim skirt and crop top, snuck out the side door, and spent two hours laughing, drinking cheap beer, and pretending she wasn’t thinking about her stepfather’s steel-blue eyes the entire time.She crept back into the mansion just after 2 AM, heels in hand, trying to be silent on the marble floors.The hallway light flipped on.Marcus stood at the entrance to his home