Moan For Daddy: Erotica Short Story Collection

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Claire felt the heavy beat of her heart inside her chest as Nuel’s fingers moved down her arm, sending strong shivers across her skin. His piercing green eyes held hers captive. For a moment, she could not even draw a breath. This was truly happening now.

“Are you certain?” he asked. His voice was low and smooth, like expensive fabric. Control was present in every word he spoke, in every slight movement he made. “The safe word is ‘boardroom.’ If you genuinely want to stop this, you must say the word. Do you understand this instruction?”

She nodded, her throat tight and dry. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her voice was trembling a little. Why am I not running away? she asked herself, but the answer was instantly clear. There was a powerful quality about him—his dominant bearing, his absolute confidence—that made her want to stay. It made her want to yield control.

“Good,” he said. The smirk returned to his lips. He took a single step back, never letting his eyes leave hers, and issued the next command. “Now, kneel down.”

Her breathing hitched. Kneel. The instruction was simple and direct, yet it sent a wave of instant heat sweeping through her body. She paused for less than a second before she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her skirt gathered around her thighs. The cold marble felt stark beneath her knees, but her skin was already burning with warmth.

“Look only at me,” he instructed, his tone firm. She obeyed immediately, locking her gaze onto his. He moved closer, his broad shoulders towering over her in the large office. His fingers went to the small buttons on her silk blouse, and she swallowed hard as he began to undo them, one after another.

The fabric fell open, revealing the delicate black lace of her bra beneath. His eyes noticeably darkened as he took in the sight of her, and she felt her cheeks flush deeply. He is seeing me. He was truly seeing her, and there was no way left to hide.

“Remarkable,” he murmured, his voice softening slightly. He reached out one hand, his fingers lightly brushing her collarbone, and she shivered again at the contact. “Such pleasing curves.”

Her breath quickened as his hands drifted lower, tracing the curve of her breasts over the lace material. He hooked one finger under the strap of her bra and slowly pulled it down her shoulder, leaving her exposed to his view. His eyes never left hers as he leaned in, his lips just brushing against her n****e.

She gasped, her body arching forward instantly, a reflex she could not stop. His tongue flicked lightly against her skin, a small, teasing touch, and she let out a low whimper. He knows exactly what he is doing. He took her into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with a steady, increasing intensity. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides as pleasure surged through her, making her legs feel weak and unsteady.

“Nuel,” she breathed out, her voice shaky. She did not even realize she had spoken his first name until he abruptly stopped, looking up at her with that knowing smirk.

“You enjoy that, do you?” he asked, his voice now laced with teasing. His fingers moved to pinch her other n****e, gently rolling it between the tips of his fingers. She bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out loud. “You are very responsive, Claire. That is truly… intoxicating.”

Her head tilted backward as he returned to her breast, his mouth and tongue working in ways that made her forget completely where she was or who she was supposed to be. All she could feel was the sensation of him—his mouth, his hands, his absolute control over her.

“Please,” she whispered. Her voice was barely audible, but she was not entirely sure what she was asking for. He, however, seemed to know. He always seemed to know.

He pulled back, his lips visibly glistening, and she almost whimpered aloud at the immediate loss of contact. “Please what?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk. “Use your specific words, Claire.”

She hesitated, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. “I—I need more from you,” she managed to say, her voice still trembling slightly.

His smirk widened once more. He leaned in, his lips brushing the edge of her ear. “Then you must earn the next step.”

Her breath caught as his hands went to her shoulders, pushing the open blouse completely off. It fell and pooled at her elbows, leaving her upper body completely exposed. His fingers trailed down her arms, and she shivered again as they reached her wrists. He grasped them firmly, pulling them behind her back, and she felt the sudden, cool metal of handcuffs clicking into place.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Nuel—”

“What is the safe word?” he interrupted. His voice was calm but left no room for any argument.

She swallowed hard, focusing her mind. “Boardroom.”

“Good,” he said, his smirk settling back into place. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was surprisingly soft but full of clear demand. “Remember this: you can stop this game any moment you choose. But I know you do not want to stop.”

He was absolutely correct. She did not want to stop. She craved this—the way he made her feel, the way he took charge of the situation. It was completely intoxicating.

His hands moved quickly to her skirt, smoothly undoing the clasp and then sliding the fabric down her legs until it rested around her ankles. She was now left wearing only her small panties, her entire body displayed fully for him. His eyes traveled slowly over her, and she felt a powerful surge of heat growing between her thighs.

“Indeed,” he murmured, his voice deeply resonant. He knelt down right in front of her, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the skin of her inner thigh. She gasped, her body trembling as his lips moved higher, drawing closer to the place she felt the most acute need for him.

“Nuel, please,” she whispered, her voice shaking badly.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with clear desire. “What is it you want, Claire?” he asked, his voice low and strongly teasing. “Tell me exactly.”

Her cheeks burned with color, yet she could not force herself to look away from his gaze. “I want you,” she breathed out. “I want you to— to—”

“To what?” he interrupted again, his lips brushing lightly against her inner thigh. “You must say the words.”

She took a deep, shaky breath, her body trembling intensely with need. “To taste me, please,” she whispered, her voice barely a suggestion of sound. “Lick me.”

His smirk widened into a satisfied grin. He leaned in immediately, his tongue flicking a light, warm stroke against her through the thin lace of her panties. She let out a sharp gasp, her hips arching forward without conscious thought. He pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers as he hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly dragged the lace panties down her legs and off.

She was now completely bare, her body open and vulnerable for him to see. His eyes darkened again as he took in the full sight, and the powerful heat between her thighs became an urgent throbbing. God, he is going to overwhelm me.

He leaned in low, his lips brushing her skin before his tongue flicked against her, and she let out a small, helpless whimper. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her steady in place as he teased her expertly. His tongue worked at her, creating sensations that made her forget her name.