Forbidden Daddy’s Touch 소설 & 이야기

Relief surges through me so suddenly that I nearly sob, and he holds me steady through it. “That's it,” he murmurs. “Let me have it, give me everything. Show me everything.” The words should terrify me; instead they feel safe. I stop trying to hide my reactions after that. Stop biting back my feral sounds. Stop fighting every instinctive response. Stop treating my own raging desire like something shameful. Stop tensing against the unbearable vulnerability of being touched so intimately by a man who sees my every trembling response and treats them like something precious. And Daddy rewards every surrender, every time I let go a little more:

"That's it. Such a good girl. Taking my finger in her ass like a natural whore." He works his finger deeper, then adds a second, scissoring them to stretch me open. The burn is intense, but there's pleasure underneath it — a dark, forbidden pleasure that makes my cunt clench. "More," I hear myself beg. "Please, Father. More." "Greedy little slut." He adds a third finger, and I cry out as my virgin ass stretches around him. "You were made for this. Made to be filled in every hole. Made to serve."

He pushed two thick fingers inside me, curling them slowly while his thumb circled my clit. “Victoria was ice. Maya was ambition. The others were pretty toys. You…” He leaned down and bit my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp. “You’re fire. You’re surrender. You’re the sweet little forbidden girl who calls me Daddy while your father wants my head on a spike.” I moaned, hips rocking against his hand, already aching for more. “Tell me you’re different,” he demanded, pumping his fingers faster. “Tell me you won’t run when it gets hard. Tell me this pussy belongs to me even when your father tries to take you back.”

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.”

The evidence was still there—her thighs slick, panties damp and clinging. He didn’t say a word at first. Just circled her slowly, the way he always did when he was deciding exactly how to handle her disobedience. When he stopped behind her, his hand settled possessively on the back of her neck. “Tell Daddy what you did.” Her voice came out small. “I… I touched myself, Daddy. I couldn’t wait.” A low hum of disapproval rumbled in his chest. “And did my babygirl cum without permission?” She nodded, cheeks burning.

"I expect both of you to be on your best behavior. It’s a big night for the family name." "We wouldn't dream of embarrassing you," Adrian replied. He moved his thumb, a sharp, precise flick that made my hips jerk. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, my nails digging into Adrian’s shoulder beneath the water. I was drowning in the risk, in the sheer, staggering audacity of what he was doing. My father was right there—three feet away—discussing guest lists and catering while his son was claiming his daughter in the very water he was touching.

I move to drop the tray on the mini table when his hands close around my wrist, sending mini sparks flying across my body in response to the mate bond. "Wait," he says. "Actually — wait." The whole rooftop seems to lean in a fraction, the way crowds do when they smell a scene about to happen. "Elias—" "You know what," his voice climbs, eyes glinting with the particular cruelty that alcohol always dragged out of him, "I don't actually want that." He knocks the bowl clean out of my hands. It hit the floor with a crack loud enough to cut through the music — broth splashing across the marble, across my shoes, up the hem of the gray dress his mother had approved that very afternoon. A few people

“Please make you come again? Like the good girl you are?” I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan. Pleasure built fast, the forbidden nature of it pushing me closer to the edge. My hands gripped the edge of the counter as his finger curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot. “You’re going to come for Daddy right here,” he whispered against my ear, voice dark and commanding. “Quietly. While your mother is in the next room. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” The word “Daddy” sent a forbidden thrill through me. My walls clenched around his finger as the orgasm rushed toward me.

He trailed a thick finger down my crack and then ran it over my puckered asshole. I was so wet. This forbidden act turned me on more than anything else. With his other hand, he finally touched my soaked, aching pussy. I groaned and popped my ass up more, shaking the mounds until they jiggled for his viewing pleasure. “Get in deeper, Daddy.”

"Your mother was different. She was kind. She was honest. She was the first person who ever saw me really saw me. And I fell in love with her." I stood there, my arms crossed, my heart pounding. "She loved you too," I said. "Yes." His voice was barely above a whisper. "She did." "What happened?" He was silent for a moment. "She found something," he said. "Something she wasn't supposed to find. Documents. Files. Evidence of what my family was doing. The money. The deals. The people they'd hurt." "What were they doing?" "My father was involved in some very bad things. Money laundering. Bribery. A man was killed a business rival who refused to sell his company. My father arranged it."