All Chapters of Daddy's Pet (Short Steamy Novel): Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My new stepdad was Professor Darius Vale. The same man who had bent me over his desk and fucked me like an animal only hours earlier. The same fingers that had been buried inside me in his office were now resting innocently on the dinner table while my mother beamed at us like she’d won the lottery. I wanted to scream. I wanted to climb across the table and slap him. I wanted him to bend me over this dining table and fuck me senseless in front of her. Instead, I smiled sweetly and said, “It’s so nice to finally meet you… Dad.” The word tasted filthy on my tongue. Darius’s jaw muscle ticked hard. His knuckles turned white around his wine glass, but his voice stayed deep and perfectly controlled when he replied, “Pleasure to meet you too, Katie. Your mother has told me so much about you.” That professor tone — the same one that made my thighs clench in class — now sounded obscenely sexual. My nipples hardened painfully against my thin top and I was still soaked from earlier, my pus

I hugged Mom and Dad goodbye at the end of the long driveway, waving until their car vanished around the bend. Mom had reminded me at least a dozen times to be on my best behavior. “Your Aunt Lauren and Uncle Ryan are doing us a huge favor letting you stay the whole break. Don’t cause any trouble, you young lady.”I smiled sweetly and promised I would be good. Inside, though, my stomach was already fluttering with excitement. Three whole weeks in this big suburban house. Plenty of time to stop being the perfect daughter and finally be the dirty girl I kept hidden.Aunt Lauren pulled me into a warm hug the moment I stepped inside. “Emma, sweetheart! Look at you, being all grown up, you’ve turned into such a beautiful young woman!” My cousins, little Lily and Noah, immediately swarmed me, chattering excitedly as they helped drag my suitcase upstairs.And then I saw him.Step-Uncle Ryan stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over his broad chest. At forty-four he was still built li

I leave the door open like he told me to. My ass is still on fire. Every time I shift on the bed the sheets drag over the hot skin and make me suck in a breath. I can still feel the thick stretch of his fingers and the way he made me come while he was spanking me. My cunt is slippery and swollen. I press my face into the pillow and try not to think about it. I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice. “I told you not to touch yourself.” “I didn’t—” “D

The basement air hung heavy with cigar smoke and the sour bite of spilled beer. Poker night again. Dad’s weekly ritual with his richest, roughest friends had turned our rec room into a man cave that smelled like money, lust, and bad decisions. I was home from college for the weekend, and like every other time, I got stuck playing waitress. Tonight though, the heat down here was unbearable. I’d thrown on the thinnest white tank top I owned, no bra, just thin cotton that hugged every curve of my tits,, and the tiniest denim shorts that rode up my ass with every step. The fabric barely covered anything. I knew exactly what I was doing. And I knew they noticed. I carried another round of cold beers down the creaky wooden stairs, my hips swaying more than necessary as I set the bottles on the green felt table. Condensation dripped slowly onto the cards. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Victor said, his deep voice rumbling as his eyes locked straight onto my chest. Forty-nine, built like he stil