LOGINROXETTE
“Say it,” he orders, gripping my chin so I meet his gaze. “Tell me who you belong to.” “I… I belong to you,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he hits that spot again and again. “I'm yours!” "That's right," he praises darkly. "My good little virgin is finally getting what she needs." He leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss while continuing to pound into me relentlessly. His tongue invades my mouth just as his cock invades my body, claiming every part of me completely and irrevocably. “Mmmhhpp!” My nails claw down his back. “D-Daddy… if you keep saying things like that…” I whisper between breaths. He chuckles low. “Oh? What happens if I keep talking dirty to my pretty little virgin?” His hips drive harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “You get wetter,” he murmurs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing slow, merciless circles. “Your whole body responds when Daddy talks about owning you.” He nips my earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “Ahh! Yes! Oh gods, yes!” His rhythm grows erratic as our pleasure builds, the sight of him above me pushing me closer to the edge. "Come for me again," he commands roughly, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. "Let Daddy watch you fall apart while I fill this tight little cunt with my cum." His movements become frantic, as if driven by the need to mark me completely. Each thrust is deeper, harder than the last as he chases his own release. “Daddy! Yes! Oh! I'm c-close–ahh!” "Fuck, Roxette," he groans against my neck. "You feel too good. Too perfect." He buries himself to the hilt and holds still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him pulsing inside me. Then he starts moving again-short, brutal strokes designed to push both of us over the edge. "Now," he growls, pinning me down with his body weight. "Come on Daddy's cock like a good girl.” His command shatters the last of my control. My back arches sharply off the mattress as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. My muscles clamp down around him convulsively, milking his cock as I scream his name. “Daddy! Daddy, yes!” Chandler lets out a guttural groan, his own release triggered by the feeling of my orgasm squeezing him so tightly. He drives into me one final time, burying himself deep as he floods my insides with hot spurts of semen. “Fuck,” he breathes out raggedly, collapsing on top of me but supporting some of his weight on his forearms. “You came apart beautifully.” His forehead rests against mine as we both catch our breath, sweat slicking our skin and mingling together. The room is filled with nothing but heavy breathing and the occasional soft moan escaping my lips as aftershocks ripple through my sensitive body. *** “Hello? Earth to Roxy?” Diana waved her hand at my face. I came back to my senses. “O-oh, you’re saying?” It happened a week ago. My body’s still sore. Diana is now facing me as we eat lunch together in the cafeteria. Diana rolls her eyes dramatically, setting her fork down with a clatter against her tray. “Seriously? You’ve been zoning out for five minutes straight. I asked you twice if you wanted to grab coffee after class.” Her hazel eyes narrow suspiciously as she studies my face. “You look tired. And different somehow. Did something happen over the weekend?” She leans closer across the cafeteria table, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Spill it, bestie. Did you hook up with someone? Because you’ve got that ‘well-fucked’ glow going on.” The bell rings overhead, signaling the end of lunch period. Students start packing up around us, but Diana makes no move to leave. “Don’t think I’m letting you off that easy,” she insists, crossing her arms stubbornly. “We’re staying here until you tell me what’s putting that dreamy smile on your face.” I blushed. “Nothing! I just…” I sighed. “Never mind. Let’s just go.” Diana’s eyebrows shoot up, a knowing smirk spreading across her face. “Oh, it’s definitely something. You’re never this flustered unless it involves a guy.” She leans back in her chair, studying my flushed cheeks and nervous fidgeting with amusement. “Fine, we’ll drop it for now. But you owe me major details later.” As we gather our trays and stand to leave, Diana links her arm through mine possessively. “Come on, let’s go to class.” Outside the cafeteria doors, she suddenly stops walking and turns to face me fully. Her expression grows serious for a moment. “Wait a sec,” she says quietly. “Was it someone I know? Someone from school maybe?” Her gaze searches my face anxiously. She just told me we’ll drop it for now. I sighed inwardly. How can I tell her that her dad, twice our age, just fucked my brain out? “No… it’s not someone you know,” I lied. “Not from this campus too.” “Okay, mystery man it is. Well, whoever he is, he must be pretty special to make you this flustered.” She starts walking again, pulling me along with her toward the hallway. “You know, this is kind of exciting. My best friend finally gets some action and I don’t even know who the guy is.” Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine concern beneath it. “Just promise me he’s not some creep from a bar again or something. You deserve someone who treats you right.” I pursed my lips. “Please. It’s not what you think it is. It was just a hookup. One-night stand, I promise! It won’t happen again.” Diana stops walking abruptly, her grip tightening on my arm. “A one-night stand? Roxette, you’re blushing like you just ran a marathon. That’s not how ‘one-night stands’ work.” “Am I? You're mistaken. It wasn't like that, really. You're wrong this time.” I said defensively. Diana’s expression hardens with resolve. “You can’t just brush this off like it was nothing. Whatever happened over the weekend changed something about you. Look, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were troubled last time with Josh… you know it’s because my dad—” The mention of her dad made me flinch automatically in response, as if he were here. I remembered waking up the next day, grabbing my clothes and frantically putting them on before leaving while he was still asleep. Diana thought I didn’t go to her place that day and just went to another man’s place. I held Diana’s hands suddenly, looking at her intently. “I swear. It wasn’t like that. I just… kinda enjoyed the hookup. It was my first anyway. And unlike the boyfriends I had, I got my virginity broken completely! You get it? Maybe that’s why I’m still thinking about it. At least I know I’m not really defective and those assholes just weren’t doing me properly enough.” I explained urgently in one go. Diana’s jaw drops, her eyes widening in disbelief. She stares at me for a long moment before bursting into laughter, drawing curious glances from passing students. “Defective? Roxette, are you kidding me right now?” she exclaims between giggles, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “You think you were defective because those idiots couldn’t satisfy you properly?” She shakes her head incredulously. “Sweetheart, there was nothing wrong with you. Those guys were probably just selfish losers who didn’t know how to please a woman.” “Hehe, right…” “You know,” Diana continues thoughtfully, “maybe this mystery guy did you a favor. Broke you in properly and showed you what real sex feels like.” She winks playfully. “Next time you decide to experiment with one-night stands, at least give me a heads-up so I don’t worry myself sick wondering if some creep is taking advantage of my best friend again. But seriously,” she adds softer, her tone becoming more sincere again, “if this hookup left such an impression on you that you’re still thinking about it a week later… maybe it wasn’t just about losing your virginity.” She unlocks the main door and holds it open for me. “Sometimes chemistry finds us when we least expect it. Nothing wrong with enjoying someone who knows how to treat your body right.” Well… you won’t say that if only you knew it was your dad in the first place.CHANDLERI had been searching for hours.The mansion felt like a cage. Every room I checked was empty. Every call I made came back with the same frustrating answer — no sign of her. My men were already scattered across the city, checking every camera feed, every street, every possible route she could have taken after running out of the estate. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.Roxette was out there somewhere. Alone. Scared. Possibly hurt.And it was my fault.I kept seeing it in my head — the way she must have walked into our bedroom and seen Dahlia on top of me. The betrayal in her eyes. The way she must have felt after everything we had been through. I had told her she was mine. I had promised to protect her. And now she was gone because of a trap my ex-wife and daughter had set.I slammed my fist against the wall of the security room, the pain barely registering. My phone was glued to my ear as I barked orders at Roland.“Expand the search radius. Check every traffic camera
ROXETTEI couldn’t stop staring at the photos.They were everywhere. Pinned to the wall in front of me, scattered across the small table to my left, even taped to the floor near my feet. Pictures of me at school. Pictures of me walking through the estate gardens. Pictures of me crying after Diana and her friends poured dirty water on me in the bathroom. Pictures of me and Chandler together — some taken through windows, some from far away like someone had been hiding in the bushes.My stomach twisted violently.This wasn’t random. Someone had been watching me for months. Following me. Taking photos of every moment of my life. My heart sank so hard it felt like it had dropped straight through the floor.No… this can’t be. This can’t be happening.I pulled harder against the ropes tying my wrists behind the chair, but they only dug deeper into my skin. My ankles were bound too tightly to the chair legs. I was completely trapped.
CHANDLERI tore through the entire mansion like a madman.“Roxette!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls as I checked every room on the first floor, then the second. The study. The library. The kitchen. Even the damn garden. Nothing. No sign of her. Her things were still in our room — her phone charger, the sweater she liked to wear around the house — but she was gone.My chest felt tight. Too tight.I kept seeing it in my head. The way Dahlia had been on my bed when I woke up. The smirk on Diana’s face. The calculated way they had both acted like nothing was wrong. They had set this up. I knew it. They wanted Roxette to see something. To believe something that wasn’t true.And now she was missing.I pulled out my phone and dialed Roland immediately. He answered on the second ring.“Boss?”“Find her,” I said, my voice low and sharp. “Roxette. She left the estate sometime this evening and she hasn’t come ba
CHANDLERI came home exhausted.Work had dragged on longer than expected, and the stress of everything else — Dahlia’s constant messages, Diana’s anger, the stalker still out there somewhere, and Roxette suddenly disappearing without a word — had worn me down to the bone. The house felt too quiet when I stepped inside. I called out for her once, twice, but there was no answer. Just silence.I checked my phone again. Still no reply from Roxette. My last message had been sent hours ago.Chandler: Where did you go? It’s already past 8. Are you okay? Please text me back.Nothing.I sighed heavily and loosened my tie as I made my way to the study. I poured myself a glass of wine — just one at first. Then another. And another. The rich red liquid burned slightly going down, but it did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. I kept glancing at my phone, hoping for a reply that never came.Where the hell was she?I had told her she could take space if she needed it, but this felt different
ROXETTEI ran.I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, tears blurring my vision as I stumbled down the long driveway of the mansion. The image of Dahlia on top of Chandler kept flashing in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. My chest felt like it was being crushed. Every sob tore out of me, raw and broken.How could he?After everything.After he told me I was his. After the way he held me. After the baby growing inside me that he didn’t even know about.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was run.The night air was cold against my wet cheeks as I reached the street. Streetlights flickered above me, casting long shadows. I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to get away. Away from that house. Away from the pain that was swallowing me whole.My phone was still in my bag, but I didn’t reach for it. I didn’t want to see any messages from Chandler. Not now. Not when my heart was sh
ROXETTEI couldn’t stay away any longer.After spending days at my mom’s penthouse, I had been drowning in my own thoughts. The pregnancy test still sat in my bag like a secret I wasn’t ready to share with anyone yet. I had cried, I had stared at the wall for hours, and I had tried to make sense of everything. But no matter how much I tried to think things through, one feeling kept pulling at me stronger than the rest.I missed him.I missed Chandler.I missed the way he held me, the way he called me “baby girl,” the way his presence made the chaos in my life feel a little less heavy. Even with everything falling apart around me — Diana’s hatred, the bullying, the stalker messages — being away from him had started to feel wrong. Like I had left a part of myself behind.My phone had been on silent for most of the day, but when I finally checked it that evening, my heart skipped when I saw his messages.**Chandler:** Where did you go? You didn’t say anything before leaving.**Chandler:*
ROXETTEI stood in front of my locker, mechanically shoving my books inside after the last class. My mind was floating somewhere far away, heavy and foggy, like I was moving through thick syrup. The ache in my chest hadn’t gone away. It had only settled deeper, turning into a dull, constant throb
DIANAI closed the door to Roxette’s room and walked down the hallway, my heels clicking against the marble floor.I should have felt normal. Just another morning, another day of classes, another chance to tease Roxy later about her massive hangover. But the second I stepped outside and the cool mo
ROXETTEI waved goodbye to Thea as her small figure disappeared into the evening crowd. Hanging out with her after the coffee incident had been the only good part of my day—she was sweet, funny, and didn’t treat me like the campus pariah everyone else seemed to think I was now. But once she was go
ROXETTEThe coffee was already soaking through my white crop top, cold and sticky against my skin, when Thea grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the nearest girls’ bathroom.“Come on,” she said quickly, her voice soft but urgent. “Let’s get you cleaned up before it sets in.”I let her lead me, legs







