All Chapters of Cum on Me; Daddies pet : collections: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

We stayed connected for a long time afterward, both breathing heavily. Dr. Hawthorne’s cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching with the last pulses of his release. His lips brushed softly against my neck in a possessive kiss that made my exhausted body shiver.“This is only the beginning, Elena,” he whispered, his voice dark and satisfied. “I’m nowhere near done claiming you.”Those words echoed in my mind for days.It was another Thursday afternoon when I received his message. The clinic was supposed to be closed for a staff training, but he had summoned me anyway. My hands trembled as I walked through the empty waiting room, my short dress barely covering my thighs. I wasn’t wearing panties. He had forbidden it.When I entered his private office, Dr. Hawthorne wasn’t alone.A beautiful woman in her late twenties stood beside him. She had long blonde hair tied in a neat ponytail, wearing nurse’s scrubs that hugged her full breasts and curvy hips. Her cheeks were flushed, and

I stood in the grand marble foyer of Elysium Academy, my simple black dress suddenly feeling childish and inadequate against the opulent surroundings.At eighteen, I had thought I was prepared for an elite finishing school — etiquette, languages, perhaps advanced social graces. The scholarship letter had been vague but tempting: “For exceptional young women ready to master the art of influence.” I never imagined it would be this.The heavy oak doors had closed behind the new arrivals with a finality that made my stomach tighten. There were twelve of us, all eighteen or nineteen, standing in a perfect line as instructed. The air carried a faint scent of leather, sandalwood, and something darker — desire, perhaps.A tall man entered the room, his presence commanding immediate silence. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, with sharp features, silver-streaked dark hair, and cold gray eyes that seemed to strip away every defense. Professor Elias Voss. His tailored black suit fit him like a

The envelope arrived the next morning, just as I was still aching from my session with Damien. My body remembered every slow grind of his cock against my pussy, the way he had controlled my pleasure so effortlessly. I hadn’t been able to look at myself in the mirror without flushing.This time the card was written in a different hand, sharper and more authoritative:Practical Examination – Professor Elias Voss. Main Observation Theater. 3:00 PM. You will wear nothing beneath your uniform robe. Arrival is mandatory.My stomach twisted with a potent mix of fear and dark anticipation. Professor Voss. The man who had watched me so intently during orientation. The one whose cold gray eyes seemed capable of peeling back every layer of pretense.I spent the hours leading up to it in a haze. I attended the morning lecture on voice modulation and seductive language, but my mind kept drifting to the memory of Sophia on her knees and the heavy weight of Damien’s cock on my tongue.When 2:45 came

We lay tangled together in the large bed, our bodies still slick with sweat. Damien’s strong arms held me tightly against his chest, one hand possessively stroking down my spine. Professor Voss lay on my other side, his fingers gently tracing patterns along my arm and shoulder. Their combined release slowly leaked from my pussy, warm and sticky between my thighs. For several long minutes, none of us moved or spoke. The heavy silence felt strangely intimate.Damien finally broke it, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “You okay?” he asked, his voice unusually gentle.I nodded against his chest. “Yes, Sir. Just… overwhelmed.”Professor Voss shifted closer, brushing damp hair from my face. “That’s understandable. You took a lot tonight. Rest now.”I fell asleep wrapped safely between them, their warmth chasing away the usual loneliness that had followed me for years.**************The next morning, I woke up alone in the suite. A note lay on the pillow beside me:Morning classes today.

I adjusted the top button of my crisp white blouse, leaving just enough open to show the delicate lace edge of my bra. My pleated skirt was shorter than I usually wore to class, but still within the university’s loose dress code. At nineteen, I knew exactly how I looked — innocent enough to seem harmless, tempting enough to make a man question his control.Professor Adrian Blackwood had humiliated me for the last time.Three weeks ago, he had publicly dismantled my presentation on ethical dilemmas in corporate law in front of the entire lecture hall. He’d called my arguments “naive” and “emotionally driven,” then given me a failing grade on the assignment that threatened my scholarship. The cold, married bastard had looked straight at me while doing it, his sharp blue eyes completely detached. As if destroying my future was just another Tuesday.Now, I was going to make him pay.I stood outside his office door at exactly 4:15 PM during his scheduled office hours. Most students avoided