登入Chloe's POV. I stood in the middle of the penthouse living room the next evening, wearing nothing but the delicate black leather collar around my throat, the gold bracelet locked on my wrist, and a pair of sheer white thigh-high stockings Damien had chosen. The city lights sparkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me, but all I could focus on was him—my Daddy, my owner, my everything, watching me with those dark, possessive eyes as he slowly circled me.“You’re breathtaking, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. One large hand trailed down my spine, over the curve of my ass, then between my cheeks to tap the base of the silver plug still nestled inside me. “Completely marked. Completely mine.”I shivered, my nipples tight, my pussy already dripping down my thighs. “Yes, Daddy. I belong to you. Body, heart, soul… everything.”He pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth as thoroughly as he’d claimed every other part of me. When h
Chloe's POV. I woke slowly the next morning, the delicate black leather collar still snug around my throat. Damien’s fingers were already tracing the engraved initial on the silver ring as I stirred. His thick cock was buried deep inside me from behind, where he must have slipped back in while I slept, keeping me plugged and full all night.“Morning, my collared little princess,” he murmured, his voice rough with possession. He rocked his hips lazily, grinding deep as one hand slid down to rub my clit. “Feel that? Daddy’s cock has been keeping your womb warm. You’re going to stay full like this forever.”I moaned softly, pushing back against him, the collar a constant reminder of my surrender. “Yes, Daddy… I’m yours. Collared. Bred. Owned.”He fucked me like that for a long, luxurious time with slow, possessive strokes that built steadily until I was trembling and begging. When I came, clenching hard around him, he followed with a deep groan, flooding me once more. Only then did he p
Chloe's POV. The elevator ride up to the penthouse felt endless. My legs were still shaky from the orgasms at the restaurant and in the alcove, the silver plug shifting with every step and pressing against sensitive nerves. Damien’s cum leaked slowly down my inner thighs beneath the sundress, and I could feel the heat of his gaze on me the entire way. His hand stayed firmly on my ass, occasionally tapping the base of the plug through the fabric, making me bite back whimpers. As soon as the door closed behind us, he spun me around and pressed me against it, kissing me with raw hunger. His tongue claimed my mouth while his hands yanked the sundress up and off in one swift motion, leaving me naked except for the plug and the delicate chain around my neck. “Look at you,” he growled, stepping back to admire the mess. “Flushed, dripping Daddy’s cum, ass plugged like a proper little toy. You were so fucking perfect today, princess. Taking public ownership like my good girl.” I trembled u
Chloe's POV. I woke the next morning to the familiar feeling of Damien’s thick cock nestled between my thighs, the head nudging insistently against my still-slick entrance. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I barely noticed—my body was already humming, my pussy tender and puffy from yesterday’s relentless use, yet aching to be filled again.“Daddy…” I whimpered sleepily, pressing back against him. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush as he rocked slowly, coating his shaft in the mess of dried and fresh cum that had leaked out of me overnight.“Morning, my perfect little princess,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep and hunger. He reached down and guided himself inside me in one smooth thrust, burying deep until his hips met my ass. The stretch pulled a gasp from my throat. “That’s it. Wake up with Daddy’s cock where it belongs.”He fucked me lazily like that for long minutes with slow, deep rolls of his hips that ground against my cerv
Chloe's POV. I floated in the warm, scented water of the oversized tub, my back pressed against Damien’s broad chest, his strong arms wrapped around me like a living cage. The bathroom lights were dimmed low, casting soft golden glows across the marble. Bubbles clung to my skin, but most had popped from our earlier movements. His large hands roamed lazily over my body, cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my sensitive nipples, then sliding down to possessively cover my lower belly where he’d pumped so much of his cum earlier.“Feel how full you still are, princess?” he murmured against my ear, his voice husky. One hand dipped between my legs, thick fingers parting my swollen folds to wash me clean there, I shifted slightly causing his fingers to slide into my cum-filled pussy. I moaned out at the impact. Damien seized the chance to stir the mess inside me. “Daddy’s seed is deep where it belongs. Right against your womb.”I moaned softly, my head falling back on his shoulder, my thigh
Chloe's POV.I lay there in the hazy afterglow, Damien’s large hand cupping my freshly fucked pussy possessively, his thick fingers occasionally dipping shallowly into the mess he’d left inside me. Every subtle shift made more of his cum leak out, coating my thighs and the sheets. My body felt heavy, used in the best way, my ass still warm from his spanks, my walls fluttering around nothing now that he’d pulled out, aching for him again already.“Daddy…” I breathed, turning my face to kiss his chest. “I can still feel you inside me. All warm and full.”He hummed in approval, sliding two fingers deeper to push his release back in, scissoring them slowly as if to seal it there. “Good. That’s where Daddy’s cum belongs, princess. Deep in his little girl’s womb. I’m going to keep you leaking me all day so you never forget who owns this tight cunt.”The filthy promise made me clench around his fingers. He pumped them lazily for long minutes, curling against that sensitive spot until I was w
Mia’s POV.By the end of the first week, the house had become our private playground of sin. Every room carried the memory of Jax claiming me— the kitchen counter where he bent me over for a quick morning load, the living room couch that still had faint stains from when he’d made me ride him until
Mia’s POVThe following days blurred into a haze of stolen pleasure and mounting dread. By day four of our secret arrangement, my body had adjusted to Jax’s constant claiming, but my mind was a war zone. Every morning I woke up leaking his cum, every night I fell asleep with it still inside me, and
Mia’s POV.The next morning I woke up alone in Jax’s bed, the sheets twisted around my naked body and the unmistakable scent of sex clinging to everything. My cunt felt swollen and tender, a constant, throbbing reminder of how many times he’d claimed me. I stretched slowly, feeling another warm tri
Mia’s POV. Morning light filtered through the basement egress windows, soft and golden, painting Jax’s sleeping face in warm tones. I woke up tangled in his sheets, my body deliciously sore in ways I had only dreamed about. My cunt throbbed with a deep, satisfying ache. My thighs were sticky wit







