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KNEEL FOR DADDY-2

Author: Dark Muse

publish date: 2026-09-15 20:07:25

TESSA

“Under the desk. Card stays in your mouth until I take it.”

He did not tell me to stand. I crawled the last three feet across the study rug with the thank-you card between my teeth and the tuition check still crumpled in my fist. My dress rode up. He watched it happen and did not look away.

I ducked under the desk.

The space smelled like his cologne and old paper. His knees opened. He took the card from my mouth, unfolded it, and read the back out loud in a voice low enough that Mom would

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Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) One Night With My Enemy-3
Sienna’s POV “Wear the dress,” I tell the mirror. It is yesterday’s dress. Wrinkled. Torn at the seam where Knox Hale put his hands. I wear it anyway because he told me to and because walking into my father’s boardroom looking ruined is the only honest thing I have left. The building smells like coffee and fear. Nine sharp. Glass. Oak. Men who have known me since I was twelve. Eliot stands when I enter. “Sienna. Baby. Let me explain.” “Sit down before I embarrass you in front of people who already know.” He sits. His mouth is a thin line. I do not look at him long enough to give him a face to use later. My father starts to rise. Then he stops. Knox is already in the chair at the head of the table. My father’s chair. Black suit. Same watch that ticked against my shoulder while he came in me. He looks at me like the room is empty. “Miss Vale,” he says. “Thank you for joining us.” I take the seat across from him. My thighs press together. I can still feel last night. I can
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) One Night With My Enemy-2
Sienna’s POV “Say that again.” Knox Hale does not move from the window. Morning light cuts across his chest. I am naked in his sheets with his cum still in me and my last name in his mouth. “Sienna Vale,” he repeats. “Vale Logistics. Your father. The company I am going to take apart by Friday. I knew in the bar.” I grab the sheet and stand. “You used me.” “You used me first. I just had better information.” I look for my dress. He steps in front of it. Close. I can smell last night on both of us. “Move.” “No.” His hand finds my jaw. Not gentle. I should bite him. I should leave. I stay because my body is a traitor and because his thumb is on my mouth and I can still feel how he fucked me. “You are going to listen,” he says. “Then you can run if you still want to.” “Talk.” “The board votes Friday. I have the shares. I can gut it or I can slow it. Slow costs you a week.” “A week of what.” His eyes drop to my throat, my tits, the bruise he left on my hip. “Of this. You in
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Sienna.“Do not come back to the table.”That is what I tell Eliot when I find him in the coat room with a blonde on her knees and his ring still on his finger. My ring. The one he put there in front of my father six months ago.He starts the speech. I walk out before the first excuse lands.The gala keeps glittering upstairs. I go down. Hotel bar. Dark. Loud enough to drown a family. I order something that burns and sit like my life did not just split open.“You look like you want to do something stupid.”The voice is low. Expensive. I look up. Tall. Black suit. Mouth that does not smile. Eyes that do. I do not ask his name. I do not give mine.“Buy the next one and I might.”He buys it. His knee hits mine under the wood and stays there. Heat crawls up my thigh like I asked for it. I did. I want to feel anything that is not Eliot’s zipper in another woman’s lipstick.“Room or car?” he asks.“Room. I do not want to remember the car.”We do not talk in the elevator. He stands behind me
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) Stepdaddy Read My Filthy Journal-3
Ivy. “Under the desk,” I say. Cole pulls out of me. His cum slides down my thigh in a thick line and hits the blotter. He sits in his chair like this is any other Saturday and spreads his knees. “You wrote it. You clean it. Quiet.” I drop to the floor. The space under the desk is tight. His cock is wet with both of us, still thick, shining. I take him in my mouth and taste myself on him, salty and slick. I moan around it before I can stop. His hand fists my hair. “That is page three. Lick it off. Do not miss any.” I lick. I suck. I drag my tongue up the vein and take him to the back of my throat so I can swallow what is still leaking from the head. My own mess runs down my calves. I am naked from the waist down under his desk and Mom is plating sandwiches twenty feet away. Her steps hit the hall. “I am bringing it in. You two can eat in there if you are glued to that computer.” Cole’s thighs tense. He keeps my head down. “Leave it by the door, Linda. We are finis
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) Stepdaddy Read My Filthy Journal-2
Ivy. “Cole? Ivy? I brought lunch.” Mom’s voice is in the foyer. Cole is still inside me. His cum is already sliding down my thigh onto the blotter. My notebook is under my cheek, page two staring at me in my own ink. He covers my mouth and whispers against my hair. “Answer her.” He thrusts once, deep, so the words come out wrecked. “In the study,” I call. “We are busy.” “Five minutes,” Mom says. “Sandwiches. Do not work through food.” Her steps move toward the kitchen. Cole does not pull out. He picks up the notebook and reads page two like a threat. “If he ever finds this, I want him to keep me full after he comes. I want him to make me read the next page out loud with his cock still in me. I want it messy. I want it dripping down the desk while I say the words.” “Read,” he says. “I cannot.” He slams in. The desk hits the wall. I gasp. “Read, Ivy.” I read. My voice is shot. I can feel him twitching inside me, half hard already, using his own mess as lube.
Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection) Stepdaddy Read My Filthy Journal.
Ivy.“This is yours, Ivy.”Cole is in the doorway of his study with my notebook open in one hand. The red one. The one I shove under the mattress and still somehow left on the kitchen chair like a stupid girl who wanted to get caught.I freeze in the hall. “Give it back.”“Come in and close the door.”I do it. My face is already hot. He sets the notebook on the desk blotter and taps page one with two fingers.“Sit up here.”“Cole.”“On the desk. Now.”I boost myself onto the wood. The desk is cold through my shorts. He steps between my knees and opens the book like a sermon.He reads.“I keep thinking about Daddy finding this. I keep thinking about him making me get on his desk and listen to every filthy thing I wrote about his cock.”My stomach drops. I wrote that at two in the morning with my hand in my panties. I never put his name. I did not have to. He looks at me over the page.“Keep going,” I whisper, and I hate that I say it.He keeps going.“I want him to read it out loud so

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