Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy'S Little Toy : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Three weeks after Daddy ended things with Sophia, the guilt inside me had turned into something sharper.I was on my knees in his office, mouth full of his cock while he took a video call, when my phone buzzed on the floor beside me. A message from my aunt Mom’s sister.Aunt Clara: Ava, I’m worried about you. You’ve been avoiding everyone since your mother passed. Are you really okay living with Alexander? People are starting to talk. Call me.My heart slammed against my ribs.Daddy noticed my distraction. He gripped my hair tighter and thrust deeper into my throat, finishing the call with a perfectly calm voice while I choked quietly around him.The second the call ended, he pulled me off his cock and looked down at me with dark, narrowed eyes.“What’s wrong?”I hesitated, then showed him the message.Daddy read it. His jaw clenched.He stood up, pulled me to my feet, and bent me over his desk in one smooth motion. He didn’t bother with foreplay — he slammed into my pussy hard, grip

The next morning, Daddy didn’t let me dwell in my thoughts for long.After breakfast, he took my hand and led me to his private study. He sat me on his lap in front of the large monitor and opened a folder filled with photos and drone videos.“This is where we’re going,” he said quietly, voice filled with quiet pride. “My private island.”The screen lit up with breathtaking images.Crystal-clear turquoise water surrounded a lush, green paradise. A modern but elegant villa sat on a cliff overlooking the ocean, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, an infinity pool that seemed to merge with the sea, and a private beach that stretched for miles. There were no neighbors. No paparazzi. No judgment.Just us.I stared, mesmerized, as Daddy scrolled through the images.“There are only twelve staff members on the entire island,” he explained. “They are extremely loyal and well-paid. They know not to ask questions. The villa has everything we need — a fully equipped playroom with every toy you can

The private island staff had seen many things over the years, but nothing like this.Mr. Reynolds, the head butler who had served Alexander Voss for seventeen years, stood on the terrace overlooking the ocean. His face remained perfectly composed as always, but inside, his thoughts were in turmoil.She’s his stepdaughter.The thought repeated like a curse. He had watched Ava grow from a quiet teenager into this… collared young woman who moaned Daddy’s name loud enough for the entire villa to hear. Last night, while bringing fresh towels to the master suite, he had heard her crying out again raw, broken, ecstatic.How can he do this to her? Reynolds thought, gripping the railing. She was supposed to be under his protection. Instead, he turned her into his personal whore.Yet there was something else beneath the judgment. A dark fascination he would never admit.She looks… happy.The way she gazed at Mr. Voss was not just submission. It was devotion. The kind most people never find.In

The confrontation in the kitchen lingered in my mind for days.Mr. Reynolds had always been a quiet presence in Daddy’s world — efficient, dignified, and almost invisible. But after that night, I couldn’t stop wondering about him. Why did he stay? Why did he look at me with that mix of pity and sadness?One late afternoon, while Daddy was in his office handling business calls, I found Mr. Reynolds alone on the eastern terrace, polishing silver under the golden sunlight. He looked older in that moment, the lines on his face deeper.“Mr. Reynolds,” I said softly, approaching him.He straightened immediately, surprise flashing across his face.“Miss Ava. Is there something you need?”I shook my head and sat on the nearby bench.“I just… wanted to talk. About what you said the other night.”He was silent for a long moment, then sighed and sat down a respectful distance away.“I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn,” he said quietly. “It is not my place.”“But you did,” I pressed gently. “Why

I woke up sore, marked, and emotionally drained.Daddy had kept his promise last night. He fucked me for hours in his office on the desk, against the wall, bent over his chair whispering dark confessions between every thrust. By the time he finally carried me back to bed, I was a trembling, cum-filled mess, too exhausted to process everything I had learned.Now, morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Daddy was already awake, watching me with those intense gray eyes. His hand rested heavily on my small baby bump.“Good morning, babygirl,” he murmured, voice rough from sleep and last night’s passion.I turned away from him, curling into myself.“I don’t know how to look at you right now,” I whispered.He didn’t get angry. Instead, he pulled me closer, spooning me from behind. His hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks as his hand gently stroked my belly.“You’re scared,” he said quietly. “That’s okay. I expected this.”I closed my eyes, tears slipping out.“You p