Daddy's Obsession (Filthy Daddies Collection)

Wet For Daddy:

(He Owns the City and now, He wants to Own Her)

Written By

Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella)

❤️ The Empty Mansion ❤️

Talia didn't expect the sky to open up so fast as rain fell. One minute she was walking through the rich neighborhood, dragging her small bag along the pavement, the next minute, she was drenched, rain pouring down like the heavens were punishing her for simply existing.

Her tank top was already soaked, clinging to her skin, revealing the curve of her breasts and how pointy her nipples had gotten from the cold. She could feel her panties sticking to her, soaked through completely. She didn't even own a phone anymore, no money for a ride, no place to sleep. Every step she took in her worn-out sneakers made a soft squish sound.

She paused in front of a large black gate, her heart beating fast. It looked empty. The mansion behind the gate was quiet, all the lights off. She looked around and saw nobody and that not even a dog barked, there were no guards in sight. Maybe she could stay in the back shed or whatever rich people kept in houses like this.

She bit her lip, looked at the camera hanging by the gate as it wasn't showing any red blinking lights. Maybe it was dead, she hoped nobody would notice. She pushed the gate. Her fingers were trembling. Just one night. One warm place. That's all she needed.

The gate creaked open easily. Too easily.

She slipped inside.

The mansion was huge, cold and silent. The driveway was stone, shining under the rain. Her body shivered as she crept around to the back. There was a kitchen entrance, fancy glass doors and it was locked.

She walked further until she found a side door that looked less secure. It wasn't even locked. She turned the knob, her breath caught in her throat. The door opened and she stepped inside.

Warmth hit her immediately. It smelled like clean leather, something smoky, and money. The hallway was long and dark. She shut the door behind her quietly, pressed her back to it, her heart racing like it wanted to run ahead without her. It was as if some silent angels were helping her tonight.

"I'll just find a closet or something," she whispered to herself.

She moved barefoot now, sneakers left at the door. Her soaked feet padded across the marble floor. She passed big paintings, fancy furniture, and glass tables with nothing on them. She paused in front of a long mirror and barely recognized herself, wet hair, dark eyes, skin flushed. Her tank top was almost see-through now.

She kept going until she saw stairs but stopped and quickly turned to walk away but that's when the voice came from behind her.

"Should I call the police, or are you going to explain why a wet little trespasser is sneaking around my house like a thief?"

Her heart dropped to her knees. She turned around slowly.

And saw him.

Standing at the top of the stairs in nothing but black lounge pants and a shirt, a glass of dark liquor in one hand, broad shoulders and a tattoo running down one arm.

Dominic Voss.

His eyes moved slowly over her. Taking her in. Soaked tank top. Braless. Tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Barefoot. Shivering.

"I asked you a question," he said, voice low and calm, like he was used to people obeying him.

"I didn't mean to, I swear, I just needed somewhere to stay. Just for one night. I thought nobody lived here since the gate was open and I didn't see anyone here. I'll go, I'm sorry," she said quickly, her voice trembling as much as her hands.

Dominic didn't speak immediately. He just stood there, his face unreadable, his body still. The ice clinked softly in his glass as he took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving hers.

Talia took a step back, her leg nearly slipping on the marble. She grabbed the wall to steady herself.

"You left your shoes at the door but not your manners, sweetheart," he said finally. His voice was low but not angry. More amused than anything. "You break into my house, walk around like you own the place, dripping all over my floor, and now you're shaking like a kitten caught in a storm. What exactly were you expecting, little thief?"

"I wasn't going to steal anything. I swear. I just..." She bit her lip, hard. "I just didn't want to sleep outside again."

Something flickered in his eyes. He moved down the stairs slowly, one step at a time. Talia didn't move, she just couldn't. His presence was heavy and dark.

He was tall. Bigger than she expected. And close now. Too close. When he reached the last step, he stopped and looked down at her. She could smell his cologne now, it smells expensive, warm and dangerous.

"What's your name?" he asked.

She swallowed. "Talia."

"Pretty name." He took another sip. "And how long have you been walking in the rain, Talia?"

"Since late afternoon."

"Hmm."

He walked past her like she was nothing. Talia turned her head, watching him as he set his glass on a glass side table and came back. His eyes roamed over her again, slower this time.

"You're shivering."

She nodded, hugging herself. She was cold, wet, and completely aware of how see-through her clothes had become. She didn't know where to put her arms. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. She could feel them. She knew he saw them too.

"Come with me," he said.

She hesitated.

"I could still call the cops. But something tells me you don't want that." He was already walking away, and this time, she followed.

He led her upstairs. The house was too quiet, like it hadn't seen company in years. Every room they passed looked expensive but untouched and she wondered why. Does he not have a family?

He opened the door and stepped aside. "This is the bathroom. Towels are in the cabinet. There's soap, shampoo, whatever you need is in there. I'll get you something to wear."

She stood there for a second, not sure if she should say thank you or ask if this was a trick.

He raised one eyebrow. "Or you can stand there and freeze to your death. Your choice."

❤️ In The Devil's Heat ❤️

Talia finally stepped in. The bathroom looked like something out of a five-star hotel. Warm lights and beautiful cream walls. There were huge mirrors and gold designs everywhere. She locked the door behind her, sat on the closed toilet seat for a second, and let out the breath she'd been holding since he found her.

She peeled off her wet clothes slowly. Her tank top clung to her like a second skin. Her shorts were heavy with rain. Her panties were cold and sticky. She dumped them all in a pile on the floor.

The hot water felt like heaven on her skin.

She stayed under it longer than necessary, letting the warmth crawl back into her bones. She washed her hair with something that smelled like honey and mint. She scrubbed her skin until she felt clean again. Even though she was still broke, at least now she is clean.

When she finally stepped out, wrapped in a thick towel that smelled like fresh linen, she saw the clothes on the counter. A black oversized pajamas. They looked big and probably his.

She hesitated again but wore them with nothing underneath it.

She stepped out of the bathroom quietly and saw him waiting at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall like he'd been there for hours.

"You clean up well," he said without smiling.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"Come downstairs. Are you hungry?"

Talia blinked. She hadn't eaten since morning. Her stomach answered before she could. He heard it and smirked.

The kitchen was even more beautiful than the bathroom. Steel appliances with marble counters. A huge island in the middle. He opened the fridge, pulled out a container of pasta, and slid it into the microwave.

"You cook?" she asked quietly.

"No I don't, my housekeeper does. She left for the weekend."

He leaned back on the counter, crossed his arms, and studied her.

"You look like someone who hasn't slept in a proper bed for weeks."

"I haven't."

He nodded. "Boyfriend kicked you out?"

"No boyfriend."

"Parents?"

She looked down. "No one." She didn't know him and didn't want to tell him about her pitiful life story in one meeting just because he was cooking for her.

Dominic didn't speak for a while. The microwave beeped. He handed her the food without a word, then poured her a glass of water.

Talia ate like a starving dog while standing. She didn't care if he was watching. She was too hungry to be embarrassed.

When she finished, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said, "Thank you."

He poured himself another drink. "Come with me."

"Where?"

"Somewhere more comfortable than the kitchen."

He led her into a sitting room that looked like it belonged in a magazine. There was a huge fireplace with a deep black couch. Tall windows with the rain still pouring outside. The lightning flashed, painting shadows across the room.

He sat down as she stood awkwardly.

"Sit down, Talia."

She did.

They didn't speak for a while. The fire crackled. She pulled the sleeves of the hoodie down over her hands.

"Why are you helping me?" she asked finally.

Dominic sipped his drink. "You looked like someone who's had enough punishment for one night."

She nodded slowly.

Then he turned and looked at her directly, and her heart skipped.

"You're not scared of me?"

"I should be," she admitted.

He leaned forward. "But you're not."

She shook her head. "I've met worse."

He gave a soft laugh. "Have you?"

Then everything changed. His body leaned closer.

Her heart pounded so loud, she was sure he could hear it. His fingers reached out and brushed a strand of wet hair from her face. She didn't flinch or even move.

"You're beautiful when you're wet," he said, and his voice was so deep now, it felt like it wrapped around her throat.

Talia couldn't speak. She knows what he was getting at and was no fool, all men are the same, once they help you, they want your body in return. She should let him before he kills her.

"I should throw you out," he said. "But I don't want to."

His hand was still on her face. Then it moved, down her neck, to her shoulder. Her skin lit up with heat and the cold was gone.

She whispered, "Why don't you?"

He leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers. "Because I want to see what you do next."

Talia's breath caught in her throat.

Maybe this is what he wants, a show of appreciation for his comfort.

She made up her mind and leaned forward instead and kissed him.

The moment their lips touched, something inside her woke up open. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly. His mouth moved over hers like he had been waiting all night, all year. His tongue slid between her lips, slow, deep, tasting her and claiming her.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her onto his lap. She could feel his dick, hard and hot against her ass.

She gasped into his mouth when he squeezed her thighs, dragging her closer. The fire burned behind them as the thunder rolled. Her hips moved on instinct.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

She nodded her head. Just for tonight and by the time he wakes she will be gone, that is if she survives the night with him.

"Yes." she whispered.

He growled low in his throat and lifted her in one smooth motion.

❤️ Obey Me ❤️

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice low, almost like a growl.

Talia nodded slowly. Her chest rose and fell, unsure if it was fear, nerves, or something deeper that curled in her belly. She was standing at the edge of a cliff and once she jumped, there would be no turning back.

"Yes," she whispered, barely audible.

He growled low in his throat, deep and satisfied, then lifted her in one smooth motion, carrying her up the stairs like she weighed nothing. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her breath caught in her throat as his body pressed against hers, hot and solid.

The hallway upstairs was dimly lit, but she could still see how grand everything looked. She had never been in a place like this before. Thick carpets. Golden frames on the walls. A faint smell of expensive cologne and leather followed him as he walked.

Her heart beat louder the closer they got to the bedroom. She didn't know his name, didn't even know who he was, and yet, her body burned for him like it had been waiting for this.

He reached and pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder.

The room was dimly lit. Only a single lamp near the bed cast a soft, golden glow over the wide king-sized bed dressed in black sheets. Talia's heart thudded harder against her ribs. She had worn the pajamas he gave her, a soft, oversized shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. She hadn't planned to stay. But here she was.

He set her down gently, and the mattress dipped beneath her. She sat there, legs tucked close, watching him as he took a step back.

His eyes roamed her body slowly, like he was memorizing every inch of her. Talia looked away, shy all of a sudden.

"Don't hide," he said, walking to the edge of the bed. "You said yes so now no going back."

She looked up, nervous. "Can I at least know your name?"

Dominic's lips curled into a slow, dark smile.

"Call me Daddy."

Her breath caught.

She hadn't expected that. Not in that voice. Not from this man who carried power in every word, every stare. Her stomach twisted, she should leave right now before it comes serious. But instead, her thighs pressed together, and she swallowed hard.

He leaned in, one hand bracing beside her on the bed, the other gently lifting her chin. His touch wasn't soft, but it wasn't rough either. Just enough to tell her he was in control.

"If you want this, you'll do as I say," he said, his voice low, deliberate. "No questions and no second thoughts."

Talia's lips parted, her body warming under his gaze.

"I'll ask again," he murmured. "Are you sure?"

She looked into his eyes, those deep, dark eyes, and felt the pull she couldn't explain.

"Yes," she said again, stronger this time.

Dominic's thumb brushed over her bottom lip. Her breath hitched again, and she froze, waiting and watching him. A wild, strange ache built inside her chest, and she couldn't understand it. He hadn't even touched her properly yet, but her skin already tingled.

He leaned closer, voice brushing against her mouth. "Good girl."

The words slammed into her like a shockwave. Talia didn't even know why those two words made her body react the way it did. Her legs trembled slightly. Her nipples stiffened under the shirt. She wanted to run, but more than that, she wanted to stay and hear more of those words. She will be a good girl for him.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside her and reached out, his fingers sliding into her hair and pointed at the pajamas she was wearing.

"Take that off right now."

Her mouth parted, but she said nothing and just obeyed.

Slowly, with shaky fingers, she reached down and peeled the shirt off over her head. Her skin prickled at the cold air, or maybe it was his eyes. His gaze dropped to her bare chest, her small, heaving breasts, and the soft roundness of her stomach. He took his time looking.

Talia wrapped her arms across her chest, nervous.

"Don't," he said gently but firmly. "I want to see all of you."

She hesitated, but lowered her arms. Her breathing came in fast, uneven waves. She had never been fully naked in front of anyone before. Never like this. Never so raw, so seen. But with this strange handsome man, it was different. His gaze didn't judge her; rather, it devoured her and she was liking it.

"You're beautiful," he said simply.

Talia looked down, unsure what to say. But he didn't give her time to speak.

"Lie back sunshine."

She obeyed.

Her back touched the cool sheets, and her body tensed, exposed and vulnerable beneath him. He stood and she watched him as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his chest, broad, sculpted, with scars carved across the muscles like stories she wasn't ready to ask about. This will be one time.

Talia swallowed.

He took his time. He was doing it on purpose, teasing her without touching her. And it worked. By the time he lowered his trousers, her thighs were pressed tightly together and her heart was pounding.

He climbed over her, one hand beside her head, the other slowly running down the length of her body, from her collarbone, over to the curve of her breast, past her stomach and down to her thigh.

Talia gasped at his touch. It was like fire.

"You're shaking," he whispered.

"I know," she breathed.

"I haven't even started yet."

Her stomach flipped at those words.

Talia's breath hitched as Dominic's hand slid further up her thigh, parting her legs with a firm but gentle grip and she let him. Her heart was thundering in her ears now, louder than her thoughts. His touch was like a spell, unraveling her layer by layer.

"You smell like rain and sin," he murmured, bending down to kiss the inside of her thigh. "Like something I'm not supposed to have, but I will because tonight, you're mine."

She whimpered, her hips shifting, seeking contact, needing it. Every part of her body was screaming for him. She didn't know what had possessed her to say yes to this handsome stranger, but now, with the heat between her legs building, she didn't want to say no.

Dominic leaned in and kissed her slowly, starting at her knee and dragging his lips up her inner thigh. He took his time, whispering sinful words against her skin. By the time he reached her pu$sy, she was trembling.

"You're so wet already Sunshine, is this all for me?" he asked, his voice dark and wicked as he dipped two of his fingers into her wet pu$sy and began to thrust his fingers in and out.