Daddys Obsession 소설 & 이야기

And when I begged for mercy…they intensified the sweet torture, pushing my limit until I blacked out on my 6th orgasm. Maybe I didn't black-out. Maybe I was in a trance. Maybe I'm trapped in my mind. But my legs didn't stop shaking. My body didn't stop convulsing. My orgasm continued to descend like a blast. Like an unending tsunami. Even in my unconscious, I didn't stop screaming…’ Daddies!’ at the top of my voice. And they didn't stop pleasuring me. That was how powerful their effect on me was. That was how dangerous my obsession with them was.

I taste satisfaction, obsession, the promise of danger and pleasure wrapped into one moment. And still, he looks cool. Calm. Like nothing thrills him more than having me, right here, right now. He sighs against my lips. “I’ve missed you.” “It’s been ten minutes,” I reply, rolling my eyes internally at his drama. “Exactly.” His voice is rough, almost hoarse. Another sigh slips from him. “I fear I might be worse than my father. I used to scoff when he obsessed over my mother, but now...” He leans in closer, brushing his nose against mine. “Now I understand. He always held back. I don’t. I can’t. I’m completely addicted to you.”

Alvarez in the room anywhere yet? Where could he be? I asked myself. Moving forward, I called his name. There was no reply from him. I stopped before his gigantic bed and irked at the used condoms on the bed. He must be certainly addicted to sex. That was a confirmation. I hope I'm not being called for the same purpose. I've been through this family's shit all in one week. There's no single female in the mansion. This man has plenty of men to fuck with. I bet I'm just another toy he can play with.

I’d come — moaning — “Yes — daddy — fill me up —” He’d explode — cum splashing his chest — growling my name. It was addictive. Obsession. And it only got hotter.

I’d rather have him hating me to the point of wanting me dead than continuing to waste his life being obsessed with a woman who belonged to someone else. Hate was something a person could get over. Hate was an emotion you could move away from, given enough time and distance. But obsession? It was like a drug. I knew that better than anyone. I had watched it destroy Max, and I had felt it simmering in my own blood for Damon. No matter how hard you tried to kick the habit, that obsession would burn just as strong four years later the moment you saw them again. “So… I truly… held no chance then,” he scoffed, his head falling back against the pillow as he looked away toward the window again.

~Katherine Before I could think about what was going on, Daddy added another finger into my pussy. I couldn't accommodate it, but I was getting more wet. I was loosing composure. All the nerves in my body were reacting to his touch. Daddy grabbed my chin with his free hand. He made sure my eyes were on him, "watch me Kitty-cat! Watch my fingers move in and out of your pussy. Don't take your eyes off me, or else daddy will punish you!"

“Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to find a proper wife and keep you as my hidden toy on the side?” Tears filled my eyes as pleasure and pain mixed together. “No,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I want you to want only me. Even if it’s sick. Even if it’s wrong. I want to be enough for you.” Daddy groaned and replaced his fingers with his thick cock, thrusting deep in one smooth motion. “You are more than enough,” he growled, fucking me with long, possessive strokes. “You are my obsession. My addiction. My perfect little sex toy.”

"Oh, right. Prepare for another party. Daddy is going to hold an even grander engagement party next week. The whole world needs to know that this girl of mine officially belongs to me." "There's no need, Richard. That's too much," Aurora interrupted quickly, her hands suddenly turning cold. "There's nothing excessive about showing the world that this troublesome little girl is completely mine," Richard replied stubbornly, his eyes sparkling with pride. In the corner of the room, Ethan clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His jaw hardened as he fought to suppress the fury threatening to erupt when he heard the words completely mine leave his father's mouth. His obsess

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

Killian’s hand tightens slightly against my hip. “Say it.” My chest trembles with a slow breath. I can’t look at any of them when I whisper it. “Yes.” Silence follows. Then Reid exhales sharply, almost frustrated, almost relieved, and suddenly he’s above me, bracing himself against the mattress while his dark eyes lock onto mine with terrifying intensity. “You still don’t understand,” he murmurs. His hand tightens faintly at my waist. “This isn’t normal love for me, Andrea.” His lips brush my jaw slowly, voice rough with emotion. “It’s obsession.”