All Chapters of Please Ruin Me, Daddy : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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091. Tied, Blind, Ruined

SELENA He didn’t stop when I said I couldn’t take it anymore.Kael pulled out of my ass only long enough to flip me onto my back. The restraints on my wrists and ankles forced my body into an even more helpless position, arms locked above my head, legs forced wide and high. I was completely open, completely unable to close or protect myself.My throat was raw from screaming. Tears and spit streaked my face.He picked up a black blindfold from the nightstand and tied it tightly over my eyes. The world went dark. Every sound, every touch, became sharper and more overwhelming.“You don’t get to decide when it’s enough,” he said. His voice was low and controlled, but there was something darker underneath it now. “You asked me to stop holding back. This is what that means.”I felt him move over me. His hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed, not enough to cut everything off, but enough to make my breath thin and panicked. At the same time he thrust back into my pussy in one hard str

092. No Going Back

SELENAI woke up to pain.My wrists ached under thin red marks. My ankles felt the same. My throat was sore every time I swallowed. Between my legs throbbed with a deep, used soreness that made even shifting under the sheet uncomfortable. The clamps were gone, the restraints were gone, but my body remembered every single thing he had done to it.Kael was already awake.He sat in the armchair near the window, fully dressed in dark pants and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, watching me. He looked calm. Controlled. Like he hadn’t spent hours breaking me open the night before.I tried to sit up and immediately winced.“Don’t,” he said. His voice was quiet but firm. “Move slowly.”I stayed half-propped on my elbows, the sheet pulled over my chest. My hair was a mess. My lips felt swollen. I could still feel the ghost of his hand on my throat.“How long was I asleep?” My voice came out rough.“Almost six hours. You needed it.”Silence stretched between us. The memory of the night sat h

093. Custody No Matter What

KAELMia’s confession spread faster than the original video.By the time I walked into the emergency board meeting that afternoon, every man and woman at the table had already read the statement. Unauthorized recordings. Blackmail. Hospital access used for personal leverage. And clear confirmation that I had been sexually involved with my son’s wife on hospital grounds.The room was silent when I entered.Richard Lang, the longest-serving board member, was the first to speak. “Kael. You should not have come.”“I called the meeting,” I said. I took my seat at the head of the table anyway. “I don’t run from my own mess.”Another member, Elaine Voss, slid a printed copy of Mia’s confession across the table. “She named you. Explicitly. She also named Selena Carter. The press already has most of it. We’re getting calls from two major investors threatening to pull out by end of week.”“I’m aware.”“Are you also aware that your son has given a preliminary statement to the board?” Richard ask

094. Whose Cum Made the Baby

SELENA Thursday morning came too fast.I sat on the edge of Kael’s bed, fully dressed for the first time in days, staring at the open suitcase I hadn’t packed. The marks on my wrists had faded to faint bruises. My throat no longer hurt when I spoke. The soreness between my legs was mostly gone. What remained was the heavier weight, the test scheduled in two hours, the legal threats, the public ruin, and the man standing across the room watching me in silence.Kael was already dressed in a dark suit. He looked composed, as if the board, his son, and my mother hadn’t spent the last forty-eight hours trying to dismantle his life.“You’re quiet,” he said.“I’m thinking.”“About the test.”“About everything.” I looked up at him. “About what happens after they take my blood. About what you’ll do if the baby is Liam’s. About what I’ll do if it is.”Kael walked over and stopped in front of me. He didn’t touch me right away.“I already told you,” he said. “You’re not going back to him.”“And

095. PART TWO: Five years later

Five Years Later SELENA The house was quiet in the early morning except for the sound of small bare feet running down the hallway. “Daddy!” Sienna Carter burst into the bedroom without knocking, curls messy from sleep, one of Kael’s old shirts hanging off her tiny frame like a dress. She was four years old and already had his eyes; dark, focused, and far too knowing for her age. She climbed onto the bed with zero hesitation and planted herself directly on his chest. Kael, already dressed for the office in a black shirt and slacks, let out a low breath but didn’t push her off. His hand settled on her back automatically. “You’re supposed to be with your nanny,” he said. “I don’t want nanny.” Sienna’s voice was clear and stubborn. “I want you. Don’t go to work.” I watched them from the bathroom doorway, leaning against the frame. My hair was still damp from the shower. The faint marks on my wrists from the night before were mostly hidden by the sleeves of my robe, b

096. The Cage

SELENA The driver didn’t ask where I wanted to go.He already knew the route. He always did. The black car pulled out of the gates at exactly 10:30 a.m., the same time it did every Tuesday, and turned in the direction of the private clinic without waiting for instructions. I sat in the back seat with my hands in my lap and watched the city move past the tinted windows.Even the glass felt like a barrier.At the clinic, the receptionist smiled too politely and called me Mrs. Carter. She didn’t ask for my ID. She already had my file open. The doctor who handled my checkups was the same one Kael had chosen three years ago. He was competent, discreet, and never asked questions that went beyond my physical health. When he suggested I might benefit from speaking to someone about stress, I only nodded. We both knew I wouldn’t be allowed to see a therapist Kael hadn’t approved.By the time I returned to the car, it was almost noon.“Home, Mrs. Carter?” the driver asked.I looked at the bu

097. His

SELENA The front door opened at 6:47 p.m. exactlyI heard the low rumble of Kael’s voice first, then the soft sound of Sienna’s little feet running down the stairs. My stomach did a small flip. I was standing in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove that had gone cold ten minutes ago. The house felt too quiet after the long day of the nanny and the security detail.He stepped into the light and my breath caught for a second.Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, hair still perfectly styled like he’d only been in meetings and not in the middle of a city where people still whispered our names. He carried Sienna on his hip like she weighed nothing, even though she was almost five and old enough to walk.She immediately spotted me and squealed.“Mommy!”Kael set her down but kept one hand on her back. His eyes found me instantly. The corner of his mouth lifted, not quite a smile, but close enough that my pulse jumped.I turned back to the stove. “Dinner’s ready whenever

098. Testing Limits

Kael’s words still hung in the air between us.Tonight you’re going to learn exactly what happens when you forget who you belong to.He didn’t give me time to answer.His hand was still at the back of my neck when he steered me out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. Not rough enough to hurt. Firm enough that resisting would have been pointless. Sienna’s soft breathing drifted from her room as we passed. The house felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath with me.The second the bedroom door closed behind us, the atmosphere changed.Kael locked it.Then he turned to face me fully. His expression was calm, but his eyes were darker than they had been downstairs. He started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, watching me the entire time.“You were angry earlier,” he said. “You raised your voice. You questioned me in front of our daughter’s closed door. You looked at me like you were measuring the distance to the front gate.”I swallowed. “I just wanted some air. That’s all.”“That’s not

099. Leashed

The car door locked the second I sat down.Not the normal central lock. The child-lock. I heard the mechanical click and felt it in my chest. Kael didn’t even look at me when he did it. He just started the engine, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh like it belonged there.“You said no security,” I said quietly.“I did.” His voice was calm. “I didn’t say you would be free.”The gates of the estate opened. For the first time in months, we pulled out onto the main road without a second car following. No bodyguards. No driver. Just us. The city moved past the windows, ordinary and bright, and for a few seconds I almost forgot how tightly he still held the leash.Almost.Kael’s hand on my thigh slid higher. Not enough to be indecent. Just enough to remind me.“You’re quiet,” he said.“I’m waiting to see how far this goes.”He glanced at me, eyes unreadable. “It goes exactly as far as I allow. Nothing more.”We drove in silence for twenty minutes. He didn’t take me to the

100. Backfire

I snapped in the middle of the path.One second I was walking beside him with his hand on my back, the sun warm on my face, children laughing somewhere behind us. The next second the pressure that had been building for weeks finally tore open.I stopped walking.Kael took two more steps before he realized I was no longer beside him. He turned slowly. His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes sharpened.“Keep walking, Selena.”“No.”The word came out louder than I intended. A woman pushing a stroller glanced over. Kael noticed. Of course he did.He walked back to me, calm, controlled, the same way he always approached a problem he already intended to solve.“You’re making a scene,” he said quietly.“I don’t care.” My voice was shaking but I didn’t lower it. “I’m tired of this. I’m tired of asking permission to breathe. I’m tired of being watched and tracked and told what I can want. I’m not a child. I’m not your property.”Kael’s jaw flexed once.“Lower your voice.”“Or

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