MasukHe pulled out with a wet pop, hauling me up and bending me over the arm of the couch, spreading my legs wide. His fingers dove into my pussy first, three at once, pumping and scissoring while his thumb circled my asshole, teasing the tight ring.'Fuck, you're soaked,' he muttered, leaning down to lick a stripe from my clit to my ass, tongue flicking over that puckered hole before sucking my folds into his mouth. I moaned loud, the vibration of his hum shooting through me, my hands fisting the cushions as he ate me out like a starving man. 'Tastes so good, you nasty girl. Bet your dad's got no idea his precious princess is such a cock-hungry slut.' The degradation hit like a drug, my body responding with a fresh gush of wetness, clit throbbing under his assault.He rose then, cock nudging my entrance again, but this time he went slow, torturously so, inching in while his hand wrapped around my throat from behind, squeezing in time with his thrusts. 'Feel that? Every bit of me claimin
His words hung in the air, thick and charged, as his cock plunged deeper, stretching me to the brink with every brutal thrust. 'Cum for me, you filthy little whore,' Malcolm finished, his voice a guttural snarl that vibrated through my core. The shock of recognition still lingered in his eyes, but it only fueled the frenzy, turning confusion into raw, unbridled hunger. He didn't pull out... hell no, instead he rammed in harder, like the revelation had unlocked some primal beast inside him. My legs wrapped around his waist, heels of my thigh-high boots digging into his ass, urging him on as the glittering remnants of my bodysuit scratched against his skin. I slapped him again, my palm cracking across his cheek with a sharp sting that made his eyes flash with wicked delight. 'Harder, you bastard,' I gasped, my voice breaking on a moan as his hips snapped forward, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the VIP room like a filthy symphony. He growled low in his throat, one hand clampin
~Shelby's POV~ The bass thumped through my veins like a second heartbeat as I gripped the pole, my thigh-high boots clicking against the stage in the dim glow of the VIP room. Sweat glistened on my skin under the glittering bodysuit that hugged every curve... tiny silver sequins catching the neon lights, barely containing my tits or the swell of my ass. The mask covered half my face, a sleek black thing with feathered edges that turned me into a phantom seductress, hiding the girl who moonlighted here to pay the bills. I didn't know who the client was yet, just that he'd dropped big money for privacy, and my boss had shoved me toward the door with a wink. 'Make him beg, Shelby.'I spun around the pole, legs wrapping tight as I inverted, my pussy grinding against the cool metal through the thin fabric of my thong. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke, and there he sat in the shadows of the plush leather couch... broad shoulders, dark eyes locked on me
Dried and dressed... my torn panties discarded, replaced with a spare pair from his drawer that felt suspiciously like lingerie, he handed me a check. Fifty thousand, signed with a flourish. 'Deposit it tomorrow. And text me when you do. I want proof you're mine.'I nodded, legs wobbly as I gathered my things. The city outside seemed brighter, sharper, but inside, a storm brewed. As I rode the elevator down, the plug's absence echoed, my body marked inside and out. What had I done? Sold my soul for art supplies? But the ache between my legs whispered otherwise... the thrill, the release, the power in surrender.That night, in my dingy apartment, I lay awake, fingers tracing the bruises, replaying his commands. The money sat heavy in my purse, but so did the hunger for more. Ronald's daddy dom world had cracked me open, and I wasn't sure I wanted to seal it shut.The next weeks blurred into a haze of creation and craving. With the funds, I paid rent, bought fresh canvases, paints that
Ronald's voice broke into a guttural roar, his body tensing like a coiled spring behind me. His cock throbbed wildly in my ass, pulsing with the first hot jets of his cum flooding me, painting my insides with his release. The sensation was overwhelming... a sticky, searing warmth that pushed me over the edge again. My pussy clenched on nothing, another gush of my juices squirting out, splattering the desk and dripping down my thighs in shameful rivulets. I screamed, the sound raw and broken, my nails scraping furrows into the wood as waves of pleasure ripped through me, leaving me shuddering and spent.He didn't pull out right away. Instead, he ground deeper, milking every last drop into me, his hand still firm on my throat, holding me in place like a prized possession. 'That's my girl,' he panted, lips brushing my ear, nipping the lobe with his teeth. 'You took it all, didn't you? Daddy's perfect little cum-dump.' His other hand slid up my sweat-slicked back, fingers tangling in my
~Mina's POV~ His fingers dug into my hips like iron clamps, yanking me back against him as he thrust forward, burying his thick cock deep into my ass with a slick, relentless slide. The burn was exquisite, a white-hot stretch that made my toes curl and my breath hitch in ragged gasps. 'That's it, you little tease,' Ronald growled low in my ear, his hot breath fanning over my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. 'Take Daddy's cock like the desperate whore you are. Earn every fucking penny.'I was bent over his massive oak desk, the cool leather top pressing into my bare breasts, my skirt hiked up around my waist, panties ripped aside and dangling uselessly from one ankle. Papers scattered everywhere, important contracts, no doubt... crinkled under my palms as I clawed for purchase. The opulent study in his penthouse overlooking the glittering city skyline felt like a gilded cage, all dark wood paneling, crystal decanters, and the faint scent of aged scotch mingling with the mu
~Candice's POV~ The stale, popcorn scented air hit me the second we pushed through the thick velvet curtains and into Screen 7. It was aggressively cold...the kind of industrial AC blast that felt designed to keep you awake rather than comfortable. The hall was enormous, a black, cavernous void p
~Emily's POV~ The city lights blurred into streaks as I floored the gas pedal, my hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tight. It was past midnight, and the office Christmas party had gone longer than expected...way longer. I'd only had a couple of drinks, or three, whatever, just enough
~Jenna's POV~ I never thought I'd end up here, staring at my reflection in the dim glow of my bedroom lamp, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Mom's hospital bills were stacking up faster than I could count, each envelope a fresh stab of panic. The chemo sessions, the specialists....none o
“You’re a monster, Jamie. A fucking monster,” I whispered, collapsing into my own seat, trying to look casual as the trailers began to roll. The cold AC hit my sweat-dampened skin, making me shiver again.“I know. Now sit still and act like a good girl. We’re not done yet.” His voice was low, lace







