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29: Doctor Daddy (5)

مؤلف: C.M.
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-21 15:26:14

The back-to-back sessions became her new reality, the axis around which her life spun. The outside world, her job, her friends, the mundane rhythm of days, faded into a dull, gray blur. All that held color and meaning were the blue walls of the suite, the scent of sandalwood and antiseptic, and the deep, commanding timbre of his voice.

Session 4 was a blur of sensation. He had used his hands again, but differently. He’d employed a technique he called “fascial stripping,” his fingers digging de
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    The email from Evelyn Lowe’s assistant arrived at 8:03 AM, a terse request for a 9:30 AM meeting. No subject, no context. Ava’s stomach plummeted. She knew. They knew. The walk to Evelyn’s corner office felt like a death march. The older woman’s space was all soft grays, elegant orchids, and quiet, devastating power. Evelyn didn’t rise from behind her minimalist desk. She gestured to a chair. “Sit, Ava. Close the door.” Ava did, her hands cold. She sat, spine straight, trying to project a confidence she didn’t feel. “Your work on the Henderson pivot has been… transformative,” Evelyn began, steepling her fingers. Her gaze was like a scanning laser. “You’ve shown strategic vision beyond your years. Julian was right to champion you.” “Thank you, Ms. Lowe.” “Which is why what I have to say is so profoundly disappointing.” Evelyn’s voice cooled by twenty degrees. “The board is aware of your… extracurricular relationship with Mr. Sterling.” Ava opened her mouth to protest, a weak, in

  • Tales Of His Obsession    48: The New Boss Daddy (3)

    The lines didn’t just blur; they were systematically erased. Julian began inviting her to high-stakes client dinners, not as a subordinate, but on his arm. He introduced her as his “secret weapon,” his eyes holding a private, heated message meant only for her. During a dinner with Japanese investors, he let his hand rest on the small of her back the entire evening, his thumb stroking idle circles through her dress. When she excused herself to the restroom, he caught her wrist. “The black lace,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration. “The one with the little bow in the front. You’re wearing it.” She flushed, having followed his earlier texted command. “How did you know?” He gave her a wolfish smile. “Because I can see the outline of the bow through that dress when you stand in the light. It’s all I’ve been able to think about all night.” He released her with a soft pat on her behind. “Hurry back. I’m not done looking at you.” The real collision course was set for the firm’s Ann

  • Tales Of His Obsession    47: The New Boss Daddy (2)

    The week that followed was a study in exquisite, nerve-shredding tension. By day, Lilah was the sharp, focused junior executive, attending meetings, delivering reports, and exchanging polite, professional nods with Julian Sterling in the halls. By night, she was his secret. It began again two nights after their initial encounter, with another 7 p.m. calendar invite labeled “Henderson Account Deep Dive.” Lilah’s hands trembled slightly as she straightened her skirt before entering. When the heavy oak door clicked shut behind her, the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The air grew thick, charged. Julian was at his bar cart, pouring two fingers of amber liquid into a crystal tumbler. He didn’t turn around. “You’re two minutes late.” “The elevator was slow, sir,” she said, her voice betraying a hint of breathlessness. He turned then, leaning back against the cart, assessing her. He was in his shirtsleeves, the top button undone, his tie loosened. “In my office, after hours, th

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    One evening, after a particularly grueling week that had included a gala where he’d made her wear a remote-controlled vibrator throughout the entire event, he was quiet. He sat in his throne-like armchair, sipping Scotch, watching her as she stood by the window, dressed in one of his chosen silken robes. “Come here, Eleanor,” he said, his voice softer than usual. Wary, she approached. He took her hand and pulled her down to sit on the floor beside his chair, her head level with his knee. It was a position of supplication, but also of strange proximity. “You’ve been… exceptionally compliant lately,” he mused, stroking her hair. “The media lab is a success. The board of the city’s cultural foundation has agreed to make the center a permanent line item in its budget. Your work is done.” Her heart, which had grown cold and sluggish in its cage, gave a painful thud. “What do you mean?” “I mean the center is secure. It will thrive in perpetuity, regardless of you. My business with it

  • Tales Of His Obsession    44: Billionaire’s Daddy Challenge (7)

    In the bedroom, trembling, she obeyed. She stripped and assumed the position on the vast bed, her face pressed into the silk, her ass raised in the air. It was the most vulnerable, most submissive posture imaginable. When he entered the room, he was carrying something. A long, slender box. He set it on the bedside table and she heard the click of the lid opening. Her breath caught. He didn’t speak. She felt the bed dip as he knelt behind her. Then, a sensation of cool, smooth leather touched the small of her back, tracing down over the curve of her ass. A whip. A riding crop. “You need to learn the consequences of defiance,” his voice was calm, almost pedagogical. “And you need to learn the rewards of obedience. Tonight, we begin your training in earnest.” The first strike was not hard. A sharp, stinging tap on the swell of her right buttock. She flinched, a gasp tearing from her lips. “Count,” he commanded. “One,” she choked out. Another tap, on the left cheek. “Two.” The s

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    The email from Markus arrived at 10 AM. Attached were a one-page document titled “Parameters & Protocols” and a single, chilling photograph of the man himself. He was enormous, not just tall, but built like a fortified wall, with close-cropped hair, a thick neck, and eyes that held no light. He l

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