Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Chapter 8: Eternally OwnedThe sun was setting in a blaze of fiery orange and deep pink over the western cliffs of Voss Island. Rafe had led Elena along a hidden path to the most private overlook on the island — a natural stone platform jutting out over the endless ocean, framed by dramatic rocks and blooming tropical flowers. No staff. No cameras. Just them, the sky, and the waves crashing far below.He had dressed her in a flowing white silk dress that fluttered in the warm breeze, the fabric so sheer it left little to the imagination. Around her throat was the temporary training collar. In his hands was the final one.Rafe stood before her, tall and powerful in a black linen shirt open at the collar, the last rays of sunlight catching the silver in his dark hair and the sharp lines of his face. His gray eyes held hers with an intensity that stole her breath.“Tonight isn’t temporary,” he said, voice deep and solemn. “This island has been my sanctuary. But you… you’ve become its he

Chapter 2: Wedding Night RulesThe wedding was a spectacle of cold luxury — crystal chandeliers, thousands of white roses, and a guest list of the city’s most powerful elite. Clara walked down the aisle in a breathtaking designer gown that cost more than her family’s entire debt, her arm linked with her father’s trembling one. Victor waited at the altar like a king claiming his prize, devastating in a tailored black tux, gray eyes locked on her with unreadable intensity.The “I do” felt like signing her soul away a second time.The reception was a blur of forced smiles and empty congratulations. Victor’s hand never left her lower back, a constant reminder of ownership. By the time the car pulled up to his sky-high penthouse at midnight, Clara’s nerves were frayed and her defiance was simmering.The moment the private elevator doors closed behind them, the mask dropped.Victor loosened his tie with one hand, eyes never leaving her. “Welcome home, Mrs. Lang.”Clara lifted her chin, t

Chapter 4: Jealousy EruptsThe private gallery opening for emerging artists was one of the most exclusive events of the season. Clara moved through the sleek white space in a sleek black cocktail dress that hugged her curves, Victor’s hand resting possessively on her lower back as they mingled with collectors and critics. Three weeks into their arranged marriage, they had perfected the public performance — the doting new husband and his adoring wife.But tonight, something shifted.She stopped longer than necessary in front of a striking abstract painting, drawn in by its raw emotion. The artist, Julian — tall, charming, mid-twenties with an easy smile and paint-stained hands — noticed her interest immediately.“You have excellent taste,” he said, stepping beside her. “Most people just see chaos. You look like you feel it.”Clara smiled genuinely for the first time all evening. “It’s honest. Raw. I like that.”They talked for several minutes — about art, passion, the courage to creat

Chapter 6: Training at the EstateVictor announced the trip the morning after the storm. “We’re going to the Lang Estate for one week. No staff except the essential. Just you and me, little wife. Time for proper training.”The countryside estate was even more imposing than the penthouse, a sprawling stone manor surrounded by private woods, rolling hills, and a private lake. No neighbors for miles. Complete isolation.The moment they arrived, Victor laid down the rules in the grand foyer.“You will be naked unless I dress you. You will ask permission for everything — to eat, to touch yourself, to come. You will address me as Daddy at all times. Break a rule and the correction will be immediate and creative. Understood?”Clara’s pulse raced. “Yes, Daddy.”Day One – The Garden MazeThe formal gardens featured a tall hedge maze. Victor had her crawl through it completely naked on her hands and knees, a remote bullet vibrator inside her pussy and a plug in her ass. Every time she reached a

Chapter 8: Eternally OwnedVictor took her to the private rooftop garden of the countryside estate at sunset on their two-month anniversary.The space had been transformed just for them — soft golden lanterns strung through climbing roses, a wide circular daybed draped in black silk in the center, and a small marble altar holding a velvet box. The sky blazed orange and purple over the rolling hills, the air warm and scented with night-blooming jasmine.Clara stood before him in a flowing white silk slip, heart pounding as Victor removed the temporary choker she’d worn in public. He opened the velvet box. Inside rested the final collar — a breathtaking piece of rose-gold and black diamonds, heavy yet elegant, with two engraved tags: Eternally Mrs. Lang and Daddy’s Little Wife.“This isn’t for the contract,” Victor said, voice deep and solemn as he dropped to one knee before her. “This is for us. I don’t want one year, Clara. I want forever. You as my wife in every way that matters. Th