All Chapters of Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 5: Midnight ClaimingA massive summer storm slammed into the city just after 11 PM, turning the skyline into a blur of rain and lightning. Power flickered once, twice, then died completely, plunging the penthouse into darkness broken only by the violent flashes outside.Ava lay in her bed, heart racing—not just from the thunder. The memory of Logan destroying her in her bedroom after the club still burned between her thighs. She’d been a soaked, sobbing mess under him, and he’d left her leaking his cum with the warning that next time she’d beg even prettier.She couldn’t stay away.Barefoot and wearing only a thin black silk camisole and matching panties, Ava crept down the dark hallway toward the master suite. Lightning illuminated her path as she pushed the heavy door open.Logan stood by the huge windows, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, watching the storm like it was an old enemy. The flashes of lightning carved sharp shadows across his powerful back and shoul

Chapter 7: Risky Public TeaseThe charity gala for urban youth education was one of the biggest events of the season, held in the opulent Grand Ballroom of the city’s most exclusive hotel. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, champagne flowed freely, and the elite mingled in designer gowns and tailored tuxedos. Logan looked devastating in a perfectly fitted black tux, exuding power and control as he guided Ava through the crowd with a possessive hand on her lower back.Underneath her elegant floor-length emerald gown, Ava was a trembling mess.Logan had prepared her before they left the penthouse. A sleek, powerful remote egg vibrator nestled deep against her G-spot. A thin, curved plug filled her ass. Both were already on the lowest setting, humming teasingly with every step she took in her strappy heels.“Behave tonight, princess,” he’d murmured while inserting the toys, kissing her new collar. “Or everyone here will learn exactly what a needy little pet you are for Daddy.”No

“You still smell like vanilla and rain,” he murmured. His voice was deeper now, rougher. “I used to dream about that scent. Used to wake up hard and aching, hating you for making me feel this way.”I tried to back up, but the wall was right there. “You made me feel this way. You always did.”His hand came up slowly, like he was giving me time to run. His fingers brushed a raindrop off my cheekbone, then trailed down the side of my throat, over the frantic pulse point. I shivered.“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, “and I will. I swear to God, Emma, I will.”I didn’t say anything. My body wouldn’t let me. My nipples were tight peaks against my thin wet shirt, and between my legs I was aching in a way that had nothing to do with fear.He leaned in until his lips were a breath away from mine. “You still taste like sin. I bet you’re soaked right now, aren’t you? Thinking about the last time I had my mouth on you.”My breath hitched. I could feel myself getting wetter, the cool rain mixing w

I woke up to the smell of coffee and something far more dangerous, his cologne.My eyes fluttered open slowly, still hazy from the most intense night of my life. The warehouse was gone. In its place was the softest king-sized bed I’d ever seen, rumpled black sheets tangled around my naked body. My skin was warm, sticky in places, and I could still feel the faint ache between my legs where he’d stretched me so perfectly. Cum from the second round we’d shared still lingered on my thighs, cool and drying, marking me in ways I wasn’t sure I wanted to regret.I sat up too fast. The room spun for half a second, then steadied. This wasn’t the warehouse. This was a penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the Seattle skyline glittering even though the sun hadn’t fully risen yet. Rain from last night had turned into a misty drizzle against the glass. And standing by the floor-to-ceiling kitchen island, completely naked except for the black boxer briefs slung low on his hips, was him.Juli

The penthouse smelled like sex and the faint trace of last night’s rain even after I’d showered and changed. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in Julian’s walk-in closet, picking out a simple black dress because my brain kept short-circuiting.The fabric hugged my curves, falling just above my knees, but I felt exposed anyway. Every step I took reminded me of how his thick cock had stretched me open last night, how he’d filled me until I was dripping with his cum, how he’d kissed the inside of my thighs like he was memorizing every inch before he finally pushed inside me.He’d stayed up half the night, whispering promises against my skin while his fingers traced lazy circles on my clit. “You’re never leaving me again,” he’d growled, and I’d come so hard I’d seen stars. Now, ten hours later, my pussy still felt tender, swollen, and way too ready for whatever he had planned next.The knock on the bedroom door made me jump. I opened it to find him in a tailored charcoal suit,