Daddy's filthy little pet

Chapter 1: Let him ruin you

Rae's POV

I wasn't supposed to say it out loud. But I did.

Sitting on the edge of Zara's bed, clutching a throw pillow like it could swallow my shame.

"I still haven't lost it," I muttered, eyes fixed on the floor.

Zara's head snapped around. "Wait. Still?! I thought you and Caleb-?"

"Yeah, that's the problem." I groaned. "We tried. And by tried, I mean... he couldn't even get it in."

Zara's jaw dropped. "You're joking."

"I wish I was."

I sank deeper into the pillow, face burning. "It was awkward. He kept apologizing, saying he was nervous. And I...I just couldn't stop overthinking. Then his mom called, and that was the end of it."

Zara blinked. Then covered her mouth like she was about to explode.

And she did. Into laughter.

"Oh my God, Rae. You poor, innocent cupcake."

"Don't laugh! I'm so traumatized."

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at boys," she said, flopping beside me. "You deserve better than some soft-spoken college baby who doesn't know the difference between a G-spot and a Google map."

I groaned louder.

"No, listen. I'm serious." Her voice suddenly dropped to that dangerous whisper she always used right before trouble. "What you need... is a man."

I side-eyed her. "Define man."

"Someone older. Experienced. Someone who's going to ruin you - in the best way possible."

I blinked. "That's not helpful."

Zara grinned like the devil. "I have an idea."

Oh no.

Not again.

"Zara..."

"Shush. Hear me out." She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. "It's called Club Obsidian."

I stared at her like she'd just offered to sell my soul.

"What the hell is that?"

She tapped through the site like she'd memorized the whole thing. "It's private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience."

"You want me to hook up with a stranger?"

"Not a stranger. A fantasy."

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

She turned the screen to me.

It showed dim red lighting, silhouettes of women in heels, and a sleek black interface that made it look more like a luxury hotel than a pleasure club.

My heart jumped into my throat. It looked tempting.

"Zara, I don't know..."

"Rae. You want to actually lose it this time, right? No more awkward fumbling. No more emotionally constipated boys." She sat up straighter, her face suddenly serious.

"This is about you. You take control by surrendering it - just for one night. And you walk away with a story you'll never forget."

I bit my lip.

One night. No strings. No commitment. No labels. Just... a secret.

It was insane.

And yet...

"I don't have an account."

"You will. I already signed you up."

My eyes bulged. "You what?!"

"Relax. I used a fake name. Riley Summers. Sounds hot, right?"

"Zara..."

"And look," she grinned, tapping the screen, "you've already been verified."

"What does that even mean?"

"That means someone saw your picture and liked it."

I blinked. "You sent them my picture?!"

"Just your face. Relax. I added filters. You look like a freaking goddess." She leaned closer, lowering her voice. "Do you trust me?"

I swallowed.

Did I?

Yes. Stupidly, completely, and dangerously.

She grabbed my hand. "Then let me make you over."

~~~~

Ten minutes later, I was in Zara's bathroom, staring at the stranger in the mirror.

Tiny black skirt. No bra instead a lace crop top that barely covered my chest. Cherry red lipstick. Glossy hair falling over my shoulders. And around my neck...

A black choker with a tiny gold star dangling from the center.

"I look like I'm asking for something forbidden." I whispered.

Zara leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with pride. "No, babe. You look like a good girl waiting for someone to unleash her."

I laughed nervously. "What if I mess it up again?"

She walked over, took my face in her hands, and smiled.

"Look hot. Act innocent. Let him ruin you."

My phone buzzed. I looked down.

ROOM 47 awaits you.

My breath caught in my throat. This was real. I was doing this.

Zara grinned like a proud mama sending her kid off to war.

"Now go," she whispered. "And don't come back until you forget Caleb's name forever."

I turned back to the mirror one last time.

Lips red. Eyes wide. Heart racing faster than a sports car.

And in that moment... I wasn't Rae the good girl.

I was Riley Summers.

The girl who was about to be ruined.

Rae's POV

I stood outside the door like my whole body had forgotten how to function.

Room 47.

The glowing red numbers pulsed softly with the music leaking through the walls - slow, heavy, sinful.

Exactly like the way my heart was beating.

My fingers hovered over the door, trembling.

Zara's voice echoed in my mind:

"Don't think. Just feel. He'll know what to do."

Before I could exhale, the door swung open.

And my mouth went dry.

He was shirtless.

Not just shirtless - sculpted, golden skin stretched over muscle like he was carved just to ruin someone.

Tattoos curled over his chest, sliding across his arms and disappearing beneath the waistband of low-hanging black sweatpants.

He had that arrogant, sleepy kind of sex appeal...

Dark hair tousled,

jaw sharp,

and those blue eyes-

God.

He stared at me like he already owned every breath in my lungs.

Then he spoke, and I swear my knees almost gave out.

"You're early."

His tongue brushed his bottom lip when he talked, and that's when I saw it - a silver glint.

A tongue piercing.

My thighs clenched so fast it was embarrassing.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

He stepped aside, slow and deliberate.

"Come in, kitten. Door's already open."

I walked in, heartbeat ricocheting everywhere in my body. The room was dim - warm lights, mirrors, shadows. A couch. A table. A king-sized bed pushed against the wall like it was waiting for something sinful.

He closed the door.

The click echoed like a promise.

Then he leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest, muscles flexing in a way that made heat rush through me.

"Name?" he asked.

For a second I hesitated, mind blank.

"Riley," I whispered.

His eyebrow arched - like he already knew I was lying - but he let it slide.

He pushed off the door and took one slow step toward me.

"You nervous, Riley?"

I swallowed. "A little."

Another step.

He stopped right in front of me, close enough that his body heat wrapped around me.

"Good," he murmured, voice thick and low.

His eyes dragged over my body like a slow touch.

"First time?"

I nodded.

"With a man?"

My voice barely came out. "With anyone."

His jaw flexed.

Something dark passed through his eyes - possession.

He lifted a single finger and traced it down my arm. My skin erupted in goosebumps, my breath catching.

"Then you're lucky," he said softly.

"You picked me."

I had no answer for that - my thoughts were melting.

He stepped back just enough to unlock the speaker on the table. A slow bass vibrated through the air, deep and sensual.

"Dance for me," he said.

I blinked. "What?"

He sat back on the couch like a king settling on his throne - legs spread, arms stretched across the top.

"You came here to be claimed, didn't you?"

Something in my stomach flipped hard.

He tilted his head.

"Or should I pick someone else?"

"No." The word shot out before I could think.

I took a breath, let my hips start moving to the rhythm. At first I felt stupid, awkward - but then I remembered Zara's instructions:

"Look hot. Act innocent. Let him ruin you."

Heat crawled up my neck as I swayed my hips, fingers brushing my thighs, my eyes half-lidded as I moved.

His gaze sharpened. His jaw tightened.

He looked like he wanted to bite.

"That's it, kitten," he murmured.

"Let go."

When I got close enough, he reached out and pulled me onto his lap like I weighed nothing.

I gasped as my thighs slid across his, settling right over something hard and heavy beneath his sweatpants.

His hands gripped my hips - firm, hot, claiming.

"Can I touch you?" he asked.

I nodded breathlessly.

His voice dropped.

"Say it."

"Yes," I whispered.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes who?"

My stomach dropped.

"Y-yes, Daddy."

His grip tightened, and a soft groan slipped from him.

"Good girl."

His fingers slid up my bare thighs, slow like he was savoring the moment. He stopped right under the hem of my top, his thumbs grazing the soft skin under my breasts, not touching - just teasing, just building heat until I couldn't think.

Then he leaned in and brushed his lips along my neck, warm and slow.

When his tongue came out to lick the same spot, metal touched my skin.

I gasped.bHe smirked right against my throat.

"Didn't expect the piercing, did you?"

"No..." I breathed.

"You'll love it later," he whispered.

"Trust me."

His mouth travelled up my neck - tiny kisses, warm breaths, teasing licks - until his lips brushed mine.

"Still want this?" he asked.

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yes," I whispered again, barely holding myself together.

He growled softly, then kissed me.

And that kiss - Goodness.

it wasn't gentle.

It was hungry. Deep. Filthy.

His tongue claimed mine immediately, slow strokes that made heat pool lower in my stomach.

The piercing dragged against my tongue and I moaned - quiet, breathless, involuntary.

He kissed like he wanted to taste every sound I made.

His hands slid to my waist, pulling me tighter against him. I could feel him - hard, thick - pressing right between my legs, sending sparks up my spine.

I broke from the kiss with a shaky breath. "Daddy..."

He cupped my jaw and kissed me again, harder this time, sucking gently on my lower lip before letting it go with a soft, wet sound.

"You want more?" he asked.

I nodded, trembling. "Please."

He stood up with me in his arms - just stood, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around him instinctively.

He carried me to the bed and laid me down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

Then he hovered over me, his lips barely brushing mine as he whispered:

"You belong to me tonight."

"I belong to you," I breathed.

A slow, satisfied smirk curved his mouth.

"Good girl."

He kissed me again - slow, deep, consuming - his hair brushing my cheek, his thumb stroking my jaw like I was something delicate he wanted to ruin gently.

Then he pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips:

"Now let me teach you how it feels when a man really wants you."

His mouth crashed onto mine again, and heat rolled through me like a wave I couldn't fight even if I tried.

And that was the moment-

I stopped being nervous.

And started burning.

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."