Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy'S Little Toy : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I'm not locked in a room. I'm locked in him.I woke up to the feeling of Daddy’s mouth between my legs.His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, licking long stripes up my soaked pussy before sucking gently on my clit. My back arched instantly, a broken moan escaping my lips before I was fully awake.“Daddy…” I gasped, my hands instinctively going to his hair.He looked up at me from between my thighs, his gray eyes dark with hunger and satisfaction.“Good morning, babygirl,” he murmured against my wet flesh. “I wanted to taste you before breakfast.”This is how he does it. Every single day. He drowns my doubts in pleasure until I can’t think straight.I was already close. My pregnancy had made me ridiculously sensitive, and Daddy knew exactly how to use it. He slid two thick fingers inside me while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit.“Oh God…” I moaned, hips rolling against his face.He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot as he sucked harder.He controls when I wake up.

The air in the nursery felt suffocating.Daddy’s eyes were locked on his phone screen, the message glowing like a death sentence:“Boat arriving midnight. North cove. Reynolds has arranged everything. Get Ava out NOW.”His grip on me tightened until it hurt.“You planned this?” His voice was terrifyingly calm. “Behind my back?”I shook my head frantically, tears pouring down my face.“No! I didn’t I swear I didn’t know about the boat! Reynolds only told me today”Daddy slammed his hand against the wall beside my head, making me flinch.He pulled out of me abruptly, cum dripping down my thighs as he stepped back. The sudden emptiness felt like abandonment.“Get dressed,” he ordered coldly. “Now.”My hands trembled as I fixed my dress. My mind was spiraling.This is it. He’s going to punish me. Or worse…Daddy grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the villa toward his office. Staff members scattered when they saw his face. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Reynolds in the hallway his expressi

The boat horn cut through the night like a scream.I was still bent over Daddy’s desk, cum dripping down my thighs, when he suddenly pulled back. His eyes were wild a terrifying mix of rage, fear, and obsession.“Stay here,” he ordered, voice like steel. He quickly fastened his pants and grabbed a gun from his drawer.“Daddy, wait!” I cried, reaching for him.But he was already moving toward the door.“If that boat leaves this island with you on it,” he said without turning around, “I will kill everyone on board. Including Reynolds.”Then he was gone, storming into the darkness.I stood there shaking, my legs barely holding me up. My mind was a storm of panic.Run. This is your chance. Harrington is waiting. Reynolds risked everything. Mom died trying to give you this opportunity.But my hand moved to my belly, feeling the gentle curve where our baby was growing.Leave the man who owns every part of me? The only person who makes me feel alive even while destroying me?I didn’t think.

He doesn’t just own my body. He owns my thoughts.Daddy carried me back to the villa like a conquering king, my wet dress clinging to my skin, his cum still leaking down my thighs. The moment we were inside the master bedroom, he set me down gently — too gently — and cupped my face with both hands.“You chose me,” he whispered, thumbs stroking my tear-streaked cheeks. “Even when they tried to take you away. Even after everything you learned about your mother. That’s how I know our love is real, babygirl.”Love.He always said it so beautifully. Like it was something pure instead of the twisted, suffocating thing he had created.I tried to pull away, but he held me closer, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my eyelids, my trembling lips.“You’re safe now,” he murmured. “I protected you from them. From their lies. Reynolds and that lawyer — they were trying to confuse you. To make you doubt us.”Gaslighting.The word floated through my mind like a warning. He was already rewriting wha

The island felt smaller after that night. What had once been a paradise of endless beaches, hidden coves, and whispering palms now pressed in on me like the walls of a shrinking room. Every path I walked carried the weight of unseen eyes. Gardeners who used to smile and nod now kept their gazes carefully averted, their movements stiff and rehearsed. Even the staff who brought my meals lingered a fraction too long, watching as I lifted the fork to my lips, as if cataloging every bite for a report they’d deliver later. The ocean, once my escape and my solace, seemed to mock me now—its waves rolling in with a rhythmic hush that sounded too much like a warning: nowhere left to run.Daddy had become more attentive in the days that followed, almost tender. But his tenderness carried teeth, a sharp edge that reminded me daily of who held the leash. He would appear without warning, his presence filling whatever room I occupied, his hand finding the curve of my growing belly as though it ancho