All Chapters of SINFUL PLEASURES (30 Nights of Lustful Seduction): Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

MIA“Daddy…” The word slips out before I can stop it. “Please…”Marcus pulls off my nipple with a wet pop, eyes dark, breathing heavier. “You’re not sick, baby.“You’re producing milk,” he said quietly. “But that doesn’t tell us why.”My stomach tightened. “What do you mean?”“I mean we need to find out what’s causing it.”His hand slides down my soft stomach, over the slight curve of my belly, and cups my dripping mound. “—is arousal. Strong. Constant. You said it throbs when you hear my voice?”I nod, tears of shame and need pricking my eyes.He uses the warm cloth again first—pressing it between my thighs, cleaning, soothing—then switches to bare fingers. Two thick fingers slide between my folds without warning. I’m so wet they sink in easily up to the second knuckle. I cry out, thighs trying to close, but he keeps them open with his hips. A third finger stretches my virgin entrance, curling, searching. “Tight. Untouched. Christ, Mia.”He works me slowly—three fingers pumping, thum

MIA“You keep moving whenever the symptoms spike,” he said. “I need you to stay still long enough for me to finish checking you.”Then his mouth is on me again. I obey. He wraps the towel loosely but securely around my wrists, knotting it so I can still feel the give but cannot easily pull free. “So you stay still for the exam,” he says, voice clinical again for half a second before it breaks. “I need both hands free.”The strange symptoms had started again that morning, worse than before. Marcus had warned me that if they returned, he needed to examine me properly to understand what was triggering them.He guides me back until my calves hit the edge of the bed. I sit. He pushes my bound hands above my head and settles between my spread thighs. My heavy tits rise and fall with every nervous breath. Milk is already dripping onto my stomach in thin white trails.“I need to understand why your symptoms keep returning,” Marcus said. “Something is triggering them, and guessing isn’t enough

MIAHe dips two fingers into the collected milk, coats the length of himself with it, stroking slowly so the liquid shines along every vein. The scent of it—sweet, intimate—fills the space between us.“Stroke it for me first,” he orders, voice low and clinical even while his eyes burn. “Show Daddy how wet those little hands can get him.”I reach down, fingers trembling, and wrap them around the thick, milk-slick shaft. He’s so heavy and hot it makes my cunt clench. I stroke him the way he just showed me—slow, tight, twisting over the head so more of my own milk glistens along every ridge. He groans, hips flexing into my fist.“Good girl. Now open that pretty mouth. Time for the oral exam.”I lean forward and take him between my lips. The taste of my milk mixed with his skin floods my tongue. I suck hard, cheeks hollowing, bobbing deeper until the broad head hits the back of my throat. He fists my hair and holds me there, letting me gag softly around him while he watches.“That’s it. S