Chapter 14: Pub Shadows and Daddy's Grip

Dinner dragged under the chandelier's glow, silverware clinking like accusations. I sat between Jake and Richard, my fork pushing peas around the plate, thighs still sticky from the laundry fuck. Jake's foot nudged mine under the table, a silent reminder of his cum drying inside me. Richard poured wine, his gaze lingering on the faint red marks peeking from my collar—Jake's handprints from earlier spanks, or maybe Marcus's grip. They didn't ask, but the air hummed with unspoken jealousy.

"Uni keeping you busy?" Richard probed, voice smooth as he refilled my glass.

"Exams looming," I lied, sipping deep, the alcohol warming my belly. My phone vibrated in my pocket—Ethan: Alley. Now. Can't wait to bury my cock in that tight throat. Heat flushed my cheeks. Jake noticed, eyebrow arching.

"Everything alright, princess?"

"Just a friend," I murmured, excusing myself to the powder room. In the mirror, I fixed my lipstick, smeared from Jake's rough kisses, and texted back: On my way. Bring friends? Risky, but the thrill gnawed at me.

The manor loomed as I slipped out, heels clicking on gravel. The pub was a ten-minute drive, neon sign flickering like a beacon. Inside, the crowd was thick—locals nursing pints, laughter drowning the jukebox. Ethan leaned at the bar, broad frame in a leather jacket, eyes lighting when he saw me. He pulled me into a hug that pressed his erection against my stomach.

"Missed this body," he growled into my ear, hand sliding down to squeeze my arse cheek through the skirt.

"Show me," I whispered, nipping his lobe. We weaved through the throng to the back door, spilling into the alley where bins shadowed the brick. The air was cool, damp, carrying faint piss and smoke.

He shoved me against the wall, mouth crashing on mine, tongue invading rough. His hands hiked my skirt, fingers finding my bare pussy—still slick from Jake. "No panties? Slutty girl." He plunged two digits in, curling to hit that spot, thumb grinding my clit.

I moaned into his kiss, hips bucking. "Fuck me with your fingers first. Make me wetter."

He added a third, stretching me, pumping fast while his other hand freed his cock—average length but thick, head already leaking. "On your knees. Suck it like you mean it."

I sank to the gritty pavement, knees scraping, and took him in hand. Tongue flat against the vein, I licked up, then engulfed the head, sucking hard. He fisted my hair, forcing deeper, gagging me as his tip bumped my tonsils. "Choke on it, Delilah. That's what you came for."

Tears streamed as I bobbed, saliva bubbling, his balls tightening against my chin. Voices drifted from the pub door—close, too close. The danger spiked my pulse. He thrust harder, fucking my face, until he yanked out, stroking furiously. "Open wide—catch it all."

Cum splattered my tongue, cheeks, dripping to my chin. I swallowed what landed inside, licking my lips clean. But he wasn't alone; two mates stumbled out, zipping flies, eyes widening at the sight.

"Bloody hell, Ethan—who's this?" The taller one, blond with a beard, grinned.

"Join in," Ethan said, wiping his cock on my cheek. "She's game."

I stood, skirt twisted, pussy aching. "All of you? Here?"

They circled, the bearded one—Tom—grabbing my tits through the blouse, pinching nipples. The other, short and stocky, call him Pete, yanked my skirt higher, exposing me. "Look at that dripping cunt. Bend her over the bin."

Tom pushed me forward, arse up, face near the stinking metal. Pete spat on my pussy, rubbing it in, then rammed his cock inside—no prep, just raw slide. "Tight as fuck," he grunted, pounding steady, balls smacking my thighs.

Ethan moved to my mouth, shoving back in, muffling my cries. Tom freed his dick, longer and curved, and pressed to my arse. "Gonna stuff this hole too. Relax."

He pushed in slow, the burn familiar from Marcus, but double the fullness with Pete below. I screamed around Ethan's shaft, body splitting, pleasure-pain exploding. They synced, thrusting opposite, cocks dragging against the thin wall inside me.

"Fuck her harder—make her squirt," Tom ordered. Pete's hand slapped my clit, rubbing frantic. Orgasm ripped through, pussy gushing around him, soaking his pubes. He followed, flooding me with hot spurts.

Tom sped up, pulling my hair to arch me. "My turn—take it deep in your arse." He buried balls-deep, cock pulsing, cum jetting inside as I clenched, another wave hitting.

Ethan pulled out, wanking over my face. "Paint her pretty." His load mixed with the first, streaking my skin.

They zipped up, laughing, tossing me tissues. "Come back anytime, love." I wiped cum from eyes and thighs, staggering to my car, body humming, fluids leaking everywhere.

The drive home blurred, adrenaline crashing. Manor lights glowed; I snuck in through the side door, tiptoeing to my room. But footsteps echoed—Richard, in his robe, blocking the hall.

"Late night study session?" His voice was ice, nostrils flaring at my scent—pub smoke, sweat, multiple men.

"Daddy, I—"

He grabbed my wrist, dragging me to his study. Door locked, he bent me over the desk, flipping my skirt. Cum smeared my thighs, arse gaping slightly. "You've been whoring again. Whose seed is this?"

"Does it matter?" I taunted, wiggling. "Punish me if you want."

His belt whipped out, cracking across my arse—sharp lines blooming red. I yelped, but pushed back for more. Five lashes, skin on fire, then he dropped the belt, cock out, hard and veined.

"This is what you need—Daddy's cock to remind you." He slammed into my pussy, the mix of cum lubing him, stretching wide. Thrusts brutal, desk creaking, papers scattering.

"Yes, fuck your little girl—harder!" I clawed the wood, tits bouncing free from my blouse.

He yanked my head back by hair, pounding deeper. "No more sneaking. You're mine to fill." His fingers found my arse, dipping in the leaking cum, then pushing alongside his thrusts below.

The fullness tipped me over, orgasm clenching, milking him. He roared, cock swelling, pumping fresh load into my depths. We slumped, his weight pinning me, breath ragged.

"Shower with me," he commanded, pulling out, cum dribbling. In his en-suite, steam rose as he soaped my body, hands gentle now, washing away evidence but stoking new fire. His cock hardened against my belly; I dropped, taking him in, sucking slow, tongue cleaning every inch.

He came quick, feeding me his essence, then tucked me into his bed. "Sleep here. No more games tonight."

I curled against him, mind whirling. Jake would notice my absence; Ethan might text again. The web tightened—pool tomorrow, bikini teasing both. Or the delivery boy idea, pizza as cover. Cravings insatiable, I'd push further, consequences be damned.