LOGINCan I Suck You, Please? (1)CATHERINE“Touch it, Catherine. It’s still the same big, thick cock you used to love.”****Three years ago, I worked as a maid for the Douglas family. Mr. Anthony Douglas was forty-one years old and had no wife. What started as secret flirting turned into something wild. We didn’t just have sex — we had hot, rough sex that left me screaming at the top of my lungs. I wasn’t just his maid. I was his personal slut.Then his mother caught us in bed one afternoon. She threw me out of the house the same day. Heartbroken, I left the city but a few months ago, I returned.During all that time away, Anthony never reached out. Not one call, not one message. I thought he had forgotten me. I was past tense to him.Until last night.I was lying in bed, legs wide open, fingers deep in my wet pussy while watching porn, when a letter slid under my door. Just three simple words in his bold handwriting:Find me, Catherine.My body reacted before my brain could. I jumped int
His Plaything (5) (Diana’s POV) It has been twenty days since Eric and I started having sex. Twenty days of him touching me, kissing me, and filling me every night. I never knew my body could feel like this. I have become completely addicted to my husband. Every time he leaves the room, I already miss him. At night, I have dirty dreams about us. In those dreams, he bends me over, fucks me hard, and calls me his good girl while I moan his name like a crazy woman. This morning, I woke up feeling hot and needy again. I went to Eric’s room with a smile, hoping we could have some morning fun but when I opened the door, the room was empty and the bed was made and his clothes were gone. I asked the maids, “Where is the King?” One of them bowed. “Your Majesty, the King left early this morning for urgent business in the city. He didn’t say when he would return.” He left without telling me anything. Anger boiled inside my chest. I stormed back to my room and locked the door. I sat by the
His Plaything (5) (Diana’s POV) It has been twenty days since Eric and I started having sex. Twenty days of him touching me, kissing me, and filling me every night. I never knew my body could feel like this. I have become completely addicted to my husband. Every time he leaves the room, I already miss him. At night, I have dirty dreams about us. In those dreams, he bends me over, fucks me hard, and calls me his good girl while I moan his name like a crazy woman. This morning, I woke up feeling hot and needy again. I went to Eric’s room with a smile, hoping we could have some morning fun but when I opened the door, the room was empty and the bed was made and his clothes were gone. I asked the maids, “Where is the King?” One of them bowed. “Your Majesty, the King left early this morning for urgent business in the city. He didn’t say when he would return.” He left without telling me anything. Anger boiled inside my chest. I stormed back to my room and locked the door. I sat by the
His Plaything (3) Eric’s POV I pushed slowly into Diana, trying to be gentle but even going slow, she was so tight. Her body tensed under me and she let out a sharp cry as tears filled her eyes immediately. “It hurts…” she sobbed, her small hands gripping my shoulders tightly. “Eric, it hurts so much…” I stopped moving and looked down at her face to see her eyes were squeezed shut and tears were rolling down her cheeks. My heart ached a little. I hated seeing her cry, but I also loved how innocent she was. “Shh, little star,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “Breathe for me.” I stayed still inside her for a moment, letting her get used to my size but when I moved again, she cried harder. A few drops of blood appeared where my cock connected with her pussy, I pulled out carefully and saw the red stain on my cock and on the white bedsheet. Diana’s eyes opened and when she looked down, her face turned pale. “Oh no… I stained the bedsheet. I’m so sorry…” I smiled softly and grab
His Plaything (2) Eric's POV The palace was too quiet and boring today. I had walked around the rooms, eaten some food, and drunk some wine, but nothing felt exciting. I sat in my favorite chair and called one of the servants. “Where is Diana?” I asked. “I’m bored. Bring her to me.” A short time later, the doors opened and Diana came in. She looked beautiful in the green silk robe I gifted her but she still moved carefully, like she was afraid of making a mistake. Her eyes stayed on the floor and her hands held the robe tightly. I sent the servants out so we could be alone. “Come closer, Diana,” I said softly. “You don’t have to be so far away. Be free with me when we are alone. I want you to feel comfortable.” She took a few small steps forward but still kept some space between us. The room became very quiet. We just stood there for a while without saying anything. I could see she was nervous. After some time, I broke the silence. “We haven’t even had our honeymoon yet.” D
His Plaything (1) Eric's POV I had rejected twenty-three girls before her. Everyone of them came to me dressed in fine clothes and carried painted smiles, hoping to catch the eye of the king. Some were even bold enough to seduce me, pressing their bodies against me but I sent them all away before the sun set because none of them stirred even the slightest hunger in me. They felt like pretty decorations that were empty and would easily be forgotten. That was all that happened until Diana came. The moment she stepped into the royal receiving hall on the second day, something shifted inside my chest. She had long, dark wavy hair that fell like midnight silk down her back. Her simple white dress hugged her sexy curves in the most innocent way, and those wide, nervous eyes held a quiet fire that made my blood run hotter. She wasn’t trying to seduce me and that alone made her different. I had the servants bring in the gifts I’d chosen for her that morning. A delicate diamond necklac
ELENA I was completely wrecked. My body felt used in the best and worst ways possible. My pussy was swollen and tender, still leaking Salvatore's thick cum from the night before and the quick morning fuck he’d given me in the shower. My neck and breasts were covered in dark hickeys and bite marks
4~♠ THIS PUSSY BELONGS TO ME, YOU BELONG TO ME ELENAI woke up feeling sore all over.My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache. My pussy felt swollen and tender, still sticky with Salvatore's cum. There were bruises on my hips shaped like his fingerprints and dark hickeys on my neck
2~♠ GOOD LITTLE WHORE, USE YOUR TONGUEELENA When we arrived, I couldn’t help but gasp. The penthouse was fucking insane with all the dark glass, black marble, and city lights sparkling like diamonds from far below. Salvatore didn’t say a word the whole ride up in the private elevator. He just ke
PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless







