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Daddy's filthy little pet  Novel Cover

Daddy's filthy little pet

Rae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time. So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees. She expected nerves. She expected heat. She didn't expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone. He didn't ask for her name. He just whispered, "Dance for me, kitten." And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible. But her world shatters when she walks into her mother's house... and finds him standing in the living room. Because the man who owned her body last night? Is her stepfather's brother. Her step-uncle. Now he's living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one's around. He says it was supposed to be one night. But the way he touches her? The way he stares at her like he's starving? He doesn't want to let go. And neither does she. Even if it means losing everything.
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Chapter 3

Rae's POV

He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.

Until my thighs squeezed around his hips and my fingers clutched his shoulders like I was holding on for dear life.

He pulled back only slightly - his lips brushing mine, breaths mingling.

Then he said it. Voice low, dark, raw.

“I’m not usually gentle, kitten.”

My heart stuttered.

“I like it rough. I like begging. I like making good girls cry.”

He ran his thumb across my lower lip.

“But tonight… because it’s your first-”

He kissed me again. Slower this time. Softer. Sweeter. But the tension in his body told me just how much he was holding back.

“Tonight, I’ll be a little gentle,” he whispered. “But just a little.”

His lips dropped to my neck again, kissing, licking, sucking slowly as his hand slid down between my thighs.

I gasped as his fingers brushed against the soaked fabric of my panties.

“You’re already dripping for me,” he growled, voice vibrating against my throat.

“So fucking wet… and I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

My back arched.

He knelt between my legs, eyes locked on mine, and pushed the hem of my top up slowly - watching my reaction like he was unwrapping a gift. His palms slid up, dragging heat over my skin.

When he reached my breasts, he paused.

“Pretty little things,” he murmured, thumbing over the lace.

“Begging to be kissed.”

Then he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth through the fabric.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, fingers digging into the sheets.

He licked. Sucked. Teased with slow, circular pressure. His tongue worked in lazy circles while his other hand slipped between my thighs and pressed against my heat again.

“You like that?” he asked, lips brushing my sensitive nipple.

“Y-yes,” I whimpered.

He chuckled darkly and pulled the fabric aside, exposing one nipple fully before sucking it into his mouth, warm and wet. He sucked harder this time - then flicked his tongue over it, fast, relentless, making me squirm.

My hips rolled upward on instinct.

He looked up, that silver glint on his tongue catching the light.

“Can I take these off?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Good girl.”

He slid my panties down with slow, torturous care, dragging them past my knees and off my ankles.

I felt naked. Exposed. Soaked.

And I’d never wanted to be touched more in my life.

He kissed the inside of my thighs, one slow kiss after another, getting closer to where I needed him.

But he didn’t go there. Not yet.

Instead, he kissed just beside it. Just above. Just close enough to make me cry out in frustration.

“Daddy-”

“Patience, kitten,” he growled.

“Let me enjoy you.”

And then he licked me.

One, slow, deliberate lick up my center - hot, wet, devastating.

My entire body jerked.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You taste like sin.”

He went again. This time firmer. His tongue pressing flat and slow before flicking the tip over the most sensitive part of me.

I moaned so loud, I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

He kept going. Lapping, sucking, teasing.

Then he pulled back just enough to murmur, “Remember what I told you about the piercing?”

And then I felt it.

The cool metal rubbing gently against my clit while his tongue worked faster - switching between hard licks and soft flicks.

My hips rolled against his mouth.

He groaned, gripping my thighs tighter, pulling me closer like he couldn’t get enough.

“Please, Daddy-” I gasped.

He pulled back again, mouth glistening, lips parted.

“You want to come for me?”

I nodded frantically.

“Then say it.”

“Please let me come, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened. “Rub your clit for me.”

“What?”

“Do it. I want to watch you.”

My hand trembled as I reached down. His gaze followed every movement.

I started to rub, slow, desperate circles.

He leaned in, sucking one of my breasts again, tongue flicking fast as his fingers slid inside me.

I cried out.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Good girls don’t scream too loud. Unless they want the whole floor to know Daddy’s fucking them.”

The words sent a jolt through me.

Then he pumped two fingers slowly inside, curling them just right.

His tongue licked around my nipple. His fingers moved deeper. My own fingers on my clit. It was all too much.

“Daddy…I’m-”

“Come for me, kitten.”

My body shattered.

My back arched, toes curled, lips parted in a silent scream. Pleasure hit like lightning - hot, sharp, rolling through every nerve.

He didn’t stop.

He kept licking me through it - kept teasing, kept worshipping - until my whole body shook beneath him.

Finally, he kissed my thigh softly and moved up to hold me, his chest against mine, lips brushing my ear.

“You did so good for me.”

I blushed, turning my face into his chest.

He lifted my chin gently.

“Next time, I’ll show you how Daddy really fucks.”

He kissed me again - slow, deep, full of promise.

Then he whispered against my lips:

“And believe me, kitten… I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I could even breathe, he kissed me again - harder this time, deeper, hungry like the taste of me had snapped something inside him.

His tongue slid into my mouth, slow at first, then deeper, claiming me completely.

I whimpered into the kiss, fingers curling around the back of his neck.

He pulled back only an inch, eyes burning into mine.

“Turn around,” he murmured.

My breath hitched. “Daddy-”

“Go on, kitten. On your hands and knees.”

There was no hesitation left inside me.

My body moved before my mind caught up.

I turned around on the bed, hands sinking into the sheets, heart pounding in my throat. I felt the mattress dip as he moved behind me.

His hand slid up my spine - slow, gentle - but the heat in that touch nearly set me on fire.

“You look beautiful like this,” he whispered, thumb brushing the back of my neck.

“So soft. So ready.”

My cheeks burned. My thighs trembled.

I felt him behind me - close, warm, hard.

Then his hands gripped my hips and pulled me back slightly until I could feel the thick outline of him against me, still imprisoned behind his sweatpants.

I gasped.

He groaned softly.

“You feel that?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“That’s what you do to me.”

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