10 parts Ongoing He's 34. I'm 18.
And I call him Daddy.
Strict rules. Shameless lessons.
And a cock so big it barely fits.
Carter is possessive, filthy, and completely in control.
He says I belong to him now-body, mouth, mind, and every dripping inch between my thighs.
And every night, he proves it.
Lesson by lesson, Daddy teaches me how to kiss, how to beg, how to take every inch until I'm crying, shaking, stretched wide open and full of him.
No room for innocence here.
Only obedience, moans, and mess.
I'm his favorite toy. His good girl.
And I'm learning to love how dirty it feels to be owned.
From Chapter 5:
He had me on my back, knees bent, legs spread wide across his thighs. He pressed head of his cock right against my dripping clit.
"Feel that?" he growled, rubbing it up and down, smearing my slick all over. "She's already crying for it."
I whined. "It's too big, Daddy..."
"Say it again."
"It's too big... Daddy, I can't-"
"Shhh." He leaned over me, one hand gripping the base of his cock, the other grabbing my thigh. "You can."
He pressed in.
Just the tip.
My mouth dropped open.
"Ahhh-Daddy-!"
