RENEE
It’d been minutes or maybe an hour since I’d entered this luxurious suite of Robert Clarke, the mysterious hot stranger who had picked me up from the tropical fruit stand earlier, and ever since then, I’ve been a mess in his hands.From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring crude questions, and almost coming undone on his fingers, I was already living a dream.He’d just told me to strip for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing blue eyes. They were rimmed with some kind of conundrum I couldn’t explain.He wanted me to strip for him. I was supposed to be embarrassed, but instead, I felt the exact opposite. If anything, I was hot, wet, and ready to do whatever he told me. Though I’d not admit that to him yet.“I’m still waiting, baby girl.” His deep voice filled the heated air and my already closed thighs clenched more.Remembering how he’d skillfully stroked my clit, like an instrument he knew well, my cheeks flushed, and I was tempted to reply him with something sultry, too…“Yes, Daddy.” I blurted out, and my jaw dropped as I realized what I’d said, but it was too late to take my words back.My words had the desired effect on him though, because I saw heat flare into his eyes. He also brought his hand to his chin as he gritted his jaw slightly, and the sound was audible even to my ears.“Renee…” He drawled, still leaning comfortably on the couch opposite me. “You’re making me wait. I’m going to punish you so much for this. Strip for me. I hate repeating myself, but I've been doing just that since we’ve stepped into this suite.”“Well, if I don’t?” I smirked, shooting him a wink and his look darkened before he then replied—his words sending a tremor through my thighs, “Then I’ll fuck you with your clothes on. Or I’ll punish you badly. Make you wish you’d obeyed my orders from the beginning. How about that?”A gasp escaped my lips, and I shrugged at him, opening my legs wide, with my hands going to my bra top.“Good, continue.” He growled as I began to loosen the knots of my bra.I took my time undressing, wanting to act sexy in front of him.This would be my first time doing something like this—stripping in front of a man. Dylan never told me to strip. He was a rush hour kind of man and whenever we were together, he would either undress me himself or fuck me with my clothes on.Now that I thought of it, I wished Dylan had allowed me to undress in front of him because I was enjoying this particular order.I was silent, deeply engrossed in stripping naked, until I was finally done. My wrap skirt was off, my bra on the floor, my round boobs naked and puckered ready, while my wet as fuck panties were still in place.Fixing his gaze on my breasts, I did catch him licking his lips for a moment, but he stopped when our eyes locked. That action was hot.I imagined him licking my nipples with his tongue, and the graphical image in my head sent shivers of pleasure all over my body. I also thought about him sucking my clit and eating me out…“Don’t take off your panties.” His voice chimed in, cutting off my thoughts.My wandering hands at the hem of my panties froze, and blinking twice; removing my eyes from his, I quickly did as ordered, dropping my hands.I was seated half naked in front of him, my thighs closed again, and my whole body shook pleasurably. I was red all over, goosebumps all over my body, and the illicit moan sounds coming from the loudspeakers in the room did nothing to ease my tension.“Fuck! You’re so gorgeous. Just like I’d imagined. Look at those curves and your nipples begging for my touch. That slim waist and your long legs I’ll raise over my shoulders and… Baby girl… I can’t wait to be buried inside y—” He paused instantly.“What…”“Place your left fingers on your clit and touch it slowly for me.”“Wait, what? You want me to touch myself? I’m not even fully naked, remember? You told me not to take off my panties, so how do you expect me to do that?” I questioned, surprised.He didn’t nod or say anything in response, just watched me intently, his eyes hooded and his jaw ticking.I remembered his order earlier. He’d asked that I obey his every word and seeing how he looked at me, I knew I had no option but to obey him. I had to do as he said, so I slipped my fingers into my panties, a whimper escaping my lips as I touched my pussy.At first, it felt weird. This was another first for me. I masturbated privately at home when I was horny or sometimes when Dylan would fuck me raw but failed to satisfy me. I would then resort to watching porn and getting myself off.I never did it in front of him, though because most times he’d be asleep or in the shower while I got to work.But now, I was touching myself in front of a stranger I’d just met. And I didn’t feel self-conscious or awkward.“Oh…” A moan escaped my lips.My eyes closed, and my head rolled backward on the couch as I imagined this man, Robert Clarke, fucking me missionary style on the large king-sized bed in his suite.He’d be staring into my eyes, whispering sweet nothings in my ear while I screamed Daddy, and gripped his arms tightly.“Oh… oh yesss…” I moaned unashamedly, my fingers stroking my clit faster. I was on edge, the feeling of my impending orgasm resurfacing for the second time today.Suddenly he growled, “Stop!”“No! No!” I countered, my head shaking wildly from left to right as I continued to stroke myself faster. There was no way I was denying myself this feeling after he’d rid me of it the first time.“Stop! I told you to stop. Fucking stop and look at me!” He yelled, his voice so loud that it shook me to the core, and I opened my eyes in a flash.I could feel my climax leaving me already, that rippling sensual sensation detonating, and tears almost escaped my eyes in frustration.“Look at me, baby girl! Look at me….” He ordered, and I slowly straightened my face to look at him.My panties were wet as fuck—so damp that I squeezed my thighs, and blinking my closed eyes open, I arranged my quivering body. “What the—?”He was no longer sitting on the couch. Instead, he stood in front of me, fully naked, his erection pointing straight and throbbing.He must have stroked himself while I masturbated, undressing as I brought myself close to my peak.“Fuck!” I cursed again, my eyes roaming over his sculpted body, muscles, and impressive length.What the fuck? I hissed to myself, pain and pleasure coursing through me.He was so huge. So vast and thick and my mouth fell open.He was so big. The biggest I’d ever seen and for a brief second, I was scared, wondering how he’d fit inside my pussy.As if he could read my mind, he said, “I won’t hurt you tonight, Renee. Trust me.”For some unknown reason, I believed he wouldn’t hurt me, that he’d go easy on me. So I gave him a meek look, showing my submissiveness to him.“That’s my girl” He said, taking a step forward, standing so close that his dick was directly positioned in front of my face, and he stroked my hair gently.He took a step backward, stretched his hands toward me, and then said, “Come, baby girl. It’s time to get to work.”I placed my hand in his, and gently lifting me up, he directed me to his bed.He pushed me to a sitting position on the mattress, and I watched as he went on his knees. Without saying a word, he spread my legs and positioned his face between them.“You know why I asked you to leave this on?” He asked, looking at me, one of his hands snaking up to my breasts which he squeezed gently.I shook my head no, waiting for his response, and his words came out in a growl, as he said, “Because I wanted to fucking tear them off you.”With one swift movement, he yanked my panties off with his strong hand, and the coolness of the air blasting on my bare pussy had me moaning out loud.“So pretty. My pussy, all mine. These pretty pink lips just for me alone….” He muttered, and as I watched him stare at my pussy, the image stuck in my head.His fingers grazed my clit, and my back arched off the bed but his firm grip held me in place.“All dripping wet for daddy….” He croaked, and I gently replied with a yes.“Good girl.” He said again, his fingers grazing my pussy lips, that for a while, I forgot about everything and instead enjoyed this brief sensation.“I promised to take it easy tonight, right?” He asked rhetorically.However, before I could answer, he thrust a finger into my pussy, then another, and another until three fingers were inside me, stretching me wide and I moaned loudly, my hips bucking.“Oh please…” I groaned, my hands going to his shoulders and as if my moans urged him on, he instinctively started to finger fuck me hard!ROBERT My fingers thrusted hard inside Renee’s wet-as-fuck pussy. Her hips bucked at intervals, and I used my left hand to keep her torso still as I pleasured her. I continued to pump my fingers in and out while she moaned loudly, the sound like music to my ears. My thrusts continued, the bed making rickety sounds as her hips kept bucking and Renee thrashed wildly under my touch. For seconds I said nothing, just finger fucking the hell out of her.Finally, I slowed down a bit despite her humming disapproval, and grazing my thumb on her clit I asked, “Do you like this baby girl?” “Mmmmmm…. I… I…” She stuttered, unable to string a sentence together, her whole-body quivering as she whimpered softly. I gazed up at her, and blood shot to my groin. Her sexy face was looking down at me. Her wandering hands strayed to my head, and with her fingers in my hair, she gripped tightly. “You like this, Renee? Don’t you?” I asked, and she hummed appreciatively. I withdrew my fingers from her
RENEE The next day, the cool breeze whipped into the room, and the shining sunbeams woke me from my otherwise peaceful slumber.A yawn escaped my lips and still laying stiff, I tried to stretch, but I froze when I felt movement from beneath me. “Ohhhh…” I gasped in pleasure, my hands reaching downwards, as suspected, I came into contact with curly hair and a face positioned between my thighs under the blankets. “Ahhhh…” I gasped, my hands gripping the black locks of none other than Robert, my daddy, and insane sex freak. “Oh, yessss…” I half yelled, my legs shaking as I felt a finger go into my pussy, and then another, and he began to rub my clit so fast I almost lost control. ‘Oh, what an excellent way to wake up.… What a splendid way to start one’s day?’ I was already thinking, but then he began to pump his fingers, fucking me abrasively, and I gripped the sheets for support underneath me. I was still sore from all our sexcapades yesterday from noon to dusk, but I still wanted
RENEE “Will you be free tonight?” The makeup brush in my hand froze as I stared at Robert through the bedside mirror. He was standing right behind me, dressing. It felt nostalgic that we were so close, preparing like a couple. It looked like we did this every day, and a wave of Deja vú went through me as I recalled that I did this with Dylan. We prepared every morning and… “Renee?” He called out again, this time leaning closer and placing a kiss on my naked shoulder. His lips made me shiver slightly. “I… What did you ask?” I asked, dumbfounded and lost in my thoughts. “I asked if you’d be free tonight. I want to see you.” A blush crept up my cheeks, and my heart leaped as I realized he wanted to see me. Frankly speaking, I wanted to see him too. Recalling our sexcapades—last night, this morning's oral sex, and then the hot fucking in the bathroom—my sore thighs clenched while I blushed uncontrollably. If not for me telling Nicole I was going to see her this morning, Lord kn
RENEE I stared at myself in the full-length mirror for the umpteenth time. My heart hammered wildly in my chest, and I couldn’t contain the excitement and anxiety filling me simultaneously. Soon, I’ll be meeting Robert, and I couldn’t explain how tense and edgy I was feeling. “You’ll do good, Renee. Tonight, is going to go so smoothly, and you’re going to come back with shaky legs. Bet on it.” I heard Nicole whisper into my ear, her eyes upturned in a wink as she stood behind me. “God, I’m so nervous. I don’t think you understand. No, you can’t! You don’t get it!” I exclaimed, my eyes sweeping over my hot as fuck dress. I was wearing a stretchy brown satin dress that accentuated my curves and made everything look perfect. I loved how the dress hugged my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The material flowed around me like water, showing off my impressive figure and my strappy nude-heeled legs in the most flattering way possible. My strawberry-blonde hair fell down my b
ROBERT I peeled the leather jacket off my body and gently draped it on Renee’s shivering shoulders as we strolled to the stretching marina. “Thank you so much.” She muttered, and I hummed in response. “So many boats….” She began. From my line of vision, I could see her eyes glinting as she asked once more, “Are we having our date at an exquisite restaurant on a yacht?” She queried glancing at me, and I just chuckled. “I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, baby girl. Just be quiet and follow me.” I mumbled. “What if I don’t keep quiet? I have a lot of questions, you know?” “You might as well fuck yourself tonight since you don’t want to shut up. I know your legs are still quivering from my touch, and if you want me to remedy that, then you have to do as I say, darling.” She shot me a pained glance, but before she could say anything, I pulled her up to the dock, where my sizeable Ivorian-style yacht lay. The wind was billowing intensely now and I cuddled Renee tightly, rubbin
RENEE “Thank you so much.” I said to the chef appreciatively as he cleared the dishes off the table.Beaming at me, he replied, “You’re most welcome. I’m sure you enjoyed your meal?” “Yes, I did.” I chimed quickly, a blush rising on my cheeks as I glanced at Robert, who was sitting opposite me, his eyes glinting wickedly. He’d finger fucked me earlier while we were eating, finally giving me an orgasm after depriving me for so long.I was still heady from his fingers in me. With the wine I’d drunk still swirling in my head, I was a bit fuzzy too. The dinner we had was wonderful. The three-course meal consisted of Italian and Mexican-infused cuisines, and rich fruits combined all tasted like something out of heaven. It was good, if not the best I’d ever had, thanks to the chef and my sweet Daddy. I beamed to myself as I looked around the romantic table he’d set up, the excellent music playing in the background and the soft sounds of the lapping ocean beneath us. The breeze blew fr
RENEEI had the goofiest grin on my face, my arms wide, enjoying the cool ocean breeze as Robert’s yacht zipped through the ocean. Water occasionally splashed on my naked feet, but I was content and not complaining. I was just so happy and satisfied to be with him this morning after our blissful night. A blush crept up my cheeks, and I mentally slapped myself as I remembered the sordid details of what happened last night. After dinner, Robert had taken me to bed, intent on offering me dessert just like he’d promised, and honestly, he didn’t disappoint. After eating me out for hours and making me come on end every single time he touched my needy, sensitive clit, he then tied my hands to the large bed, which had a hook I had never noticed. Proceeding to fuck me hard and fast till I cried out in pleasure, we then rode our orgasms together and after that, he’d passed out thoroughly exerted. I frowned as I recalled that I was yet to ask this mysterious man more questions about himsel
ROBERT“Hmmm…” Renee moaned again as I deftly rubbed sunscreen on her naked back.She was leaning across my knees while I sat on a couch in the yacht’s cabin, enjoying the sensual way I rubbed the protective lotion into her skin.At intervals, she’d let out throaty moans that’d make blood shoot to my groin, and in retaliation, I would spread my hands and spank her fleshy butt.“Hmmm… Your hands are so heavenly.” She groaned again, and I hummed, my dick shooting up as I tried to control myself, but it was increasingly proving difficult.I leaned over slowly with my mouth close to her ear and whispered gently, “Do you want me to put lotion on your other parts?”I could feel my dick hardening again at the thought of sliding my hands between her butt cheeks and creaming her pussy.At first, she said nothing in response to my question, her breath hitching. and while I waited, I continued to massage her back and waist, holding my desire back.“Renee…” I groaned, pouring more cream into my h
I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional.Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been.To say I struggled is an understatement.I battled burnout. I doubted my writing when critics got to me. I got lost trying to make everything perfect. Somewhere along the line, I forgot what mattered most—Renee & Robert, and the simple love story I wanted to tell. I forgot what brought me to these characters in the first place.And because of that… I know I hurt a lot of readers.I know I frustrated you with my excuses. I know I left you hanging too many times. I know many of you dropped this book—and honestly? I can’t even blame you.If I were in your shoes, I’d feel the same. I’d probably curse the author too.For everyone who stayed—thank you. From the deepest part of my heart, thank you for your patience. For your love. For waiting for me, even when I di
RENEERobert said I did it.But honestly? We did it.I didn't push our babies out alone.He was right there. With me. From the moment we finished fucking, and my water broke ... to this messy, exhausting, but beautiful moment, we somehow survived together.I could barely keep my eyes open. Couldn’t feel my legs as the midwife worked quietly between them. I couldn't feel much of anything, really, except the overwhelming body ache and sting of happy tears streaming down my cheeks.I was still crying when the nurses brought our babies to us. I didn't want to get tears all over their tender skin, so I wiped my eyes quickly before taking one of the twins in my arms. I wondered if she'd latch on if I tried to feed her. Well, that could wait because I just wanted to look at her.“Congratulations again, Mrs. Clarke,” the nurse said, and I smiled, thanking her.Beside me, Robert held our second baby, staring into her eyes as if she was the only thing in the world and completely ignoring the nu
ROBERT“I don't care what your policy is!” I argued, feeling the veins in my neck pop. “My wife isn’t having our babies without me!”“Mr. Clarke, you must understand. This is a delicate situation, and we are monitoring your wife for potential complications. We need to do that with no distractions,” a nurse said.“I'm her husband. I'm not a distraction.” I fought the urge to feel offended.I could hear Renee's soft whimpering from the other side of the door, and each sound tore at my heartstrings. Yet, I couldn't go in and comfort her. “We understand, sir. But there's protocol …”“Fuck protocol. I'm not standing by during the birth of my children,” I snapped. Why was I repeating myself? I'd been saying it ever since they told me about their baseless policy. Two hours. It’d been two hours since we got here. Two hours since everything flipped upside down and I’ve been out of character ever since.No ... if I was being honest, I started losing my shit since way before. You’d think this
A FEW MONTHS LATERROBERT“Are you ready for your surprise, my love?” Renee's sweet voice filled the bedroom. I started to reply, but the short charged-up intro to one of our favorite songs cut me off. You don't have to be beautiful, to turn me on, Prince’s smooth, breathy voice drifted from the speakers. Then a sharp crack sliced through the air, and I quirked a brow from beneath my blindfold from where I sat on the bed. Was that … a whip? My lips twitched. What was my girl up to? It was the weekend, which usually meant giving in to whatever unpredictable whim Renee’s pregnancy brain dreamed up. But I never expected today's whim would start with me getting tied up and blindfolded.Though it upended my rule of always being in control in the bedroom—as I was the one who set the tone, who gave the orders, who dictated when and where to use the toys if I so desired—whatever my girl wanted, she got.“Baby girl—”“Shhh,” she said as she approached me. “Don't speak. Yet.”The bed dipp
ROBERT “Oh, my God!”Renee's eyes widened first, then her jaw dropped. She stared at my kneeling form, a hand covering her mouth, and the tears that'd gathered in her eyes from before trickled down her cheeks. “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed again, and her expression changed from shock, to happiness, to disbelief. “Y-you’re proposing,” she whispered, her eyes darting from me to the ring and back to me again. “Yes, baby girl.” I half chuckled. “I’m proposing.”“I ... I thought we were ... I didn't even guess this. I …”“I know.”“Robert …”“Yes, my love,” I replied and when she didn't speak, I continued, “Marry me, Renee. I want—no, I need—you to marry me. I need you in my life forever.”Her breath hitched. “There’s no life without you. No me without you. There’s a lot I want to say, but I feel like words aren't enough to show how much I love you. To show how much you changed my life from the moment I saw you that night at the beach. But maybe if I give you everything—my heart, my so
RENEEI had no idea where Robert was taking me tonight, and I didn't ask.He'd told me it was a surprise, and though I was used to him spoiling me, tonight felt different.Was it because this was our first date in months or because we had so much to celebrate? I couldn’t say.And so, when our vehicle stopped in front of a large, automated gate I instantly recognized from the first—and only—time he brought me here, I didn't try to hide my confusion."The hangar?!" I asked after we bypassed security, and the car crept forward to the main building.Robert got out, walking around to open my door. He held his arm out to help me down, but I ignored him and stepped out on my own."Are we flying out for this date?" I asked again as we approached the building, its massive entrance doors sliding open."Yes, we are, baby," he replied immediately, wrapping an arm around me from behind and guiding me through the doors.As we entered the hangar, which looked exactly as I remembered it, with its bri
ROBERT On the way home, my phone buzzed with a text. ‘All is set, sir,’ it read, followed by a wink emoji. ‘Congratulations in advance!’ The text was from Mark, who was to coordinate the surprise I’d planned for Renee tonight—the surprise marking the start of our new chapter. Smirking as I read the message, I quickly typed thanks, before sliding the phone into my breast pocket and taking a glance out the window. The car pulled into the driveway, and before the driver could get out to open my door, I was stepping out. The house staff warmly greeted me as I entered, and one informed me that Renee was in the backyard garden. Nodding gratefully, I made my way there. Sure enough, I spotted her. She stood near the daisies—her miracle flowers she called them. She once told me about a dream where she saw a whole field of daisies. And now she was determined to grow them everywhere in our garden. I smiled softly as I stood there, admiring and taking in every detail of her gorge
ROBERT I watched as the officers led Amanda out of the courtroom, her shackled hands clasped behind her back and her head hanging low. She looked broken. Defeated. And whereas she'd walked in confidently earlier, flashing a smug grin at me, now her feet dragged, and she didn't dare to look up. She couldn't, though, not after all that’d happened. Seeing her like this, knowing she finally got her karma, a bitter satisfaction curled in my chest. Finally, she got what she deserved. After the chaos, the wreck—the way she'd torn through my life, Renee's, and so many others—she would finally pay. This was her end. Her retribution. And it was brutal, yes, but it was also entirely fitting. "Yes," I breathed out, an invisible weight, one I'd carried for far too long, lifting from my chest. "Damn, I feel good," I murmured under my breath, and a smile formed on my lips. God! I couldn't wait to get home to Renee. I couldn't wait to tell her it was all over. That we’d won, and Aman
Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky. ~•~AMANDA TWO MONTHS LATER Typically, a day begins when the clock strikes midnight, and the seconds tick.For some, it begins at seven a.m. or earlier. But today, my day began when the courthouse doors swung open and the bailiff ushered me and my lawyer into the courtroom. As we walked in, a hushed murmur rippled through the room, and for a moment, my stomach clenched—not in nervousness, but in anticipation. Which was strange given my crimes.Any prisoner convicted of murder would probably feel fear. Fear of their impending punishment, fear of the unknown consequences of their actions, fear of being executed. They'd also feel guilty, combine that with a sense of helplessness, and voila!But see, I wasn't just any prisoner. I was Amanda Clarke, and I feared no one. I feared nothing. As a convict who'd hired the best defense attorney in the country—my lawyer's record was pristine wi