All Chapters of On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Taboo Fantasy (5)The room was still. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting slow-moving shadows across the sheets. The air felt heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. You stayed still, barely breathing, letting the moment settle around you.Rhea was asleep beside you. Her cheek was pressed to your chest, one arm draped over your torso, the other resting loosely across her stomach. Her breathing was deep, peaceful. Her hair spilled over your skin in tangled waves, and her body looked completely spent. There was something different about her in the quiet morning light. Her limbs were relaxed in a way that felt raw and unguarded. Her thighs were parted slightly, and the sheet was twisted around her waist, barely covering her.Troy moved across the room behind you. You heard the soft rustle of clothing and the muted zip of a duffel bag. That was what had pulled you out of sleep, the subtle sound of him getting dressed, the faint creak of the floor beneath

Taboo Fantasy (7)Rhea's POV The cab dropped me off a little past five. I let myself in through the front door, tired but buzzing with anticipation. The place was quiet except for the low hum of the TV. The living room smelled faintly of something fried. I turned the corner and spotted Mike on the couch, legs wide, a soda can sweating on the coffee table in front of him.He looked up when he saw me and gave a lazy grin. “You’re back.”“Clearly.” I dropped my purse near the door and stepped out of my heels. “You make dinner?”“Chicken nuggets. Want some?”I rolled my eyes and walked toward the couch. “You’re worse than a teenager.”Mike shrugged and picked at a nugget with his fingers. He looked like he hadn’t moved all day. His shirt was wrinkled, socks mismatched, beard a little more grown than yesterday. But there was something about him—something that made me pay closer attention.“Where’s Davis?”Mike pointed upward with his thumb. “Upstairs. Said he had a headache.”I leaned on

Taboo Fantasy (9)Mike spits into his hand and strokes himself, working his palm down his length with a focused expression. His voice drops to something low, "Guess I’ll start easy.”He climbs onto the bed like he owns it. One knee slides between your thighs while his other foot stays grounded. His hand grabs your hip, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. They are rough, dry, and strong, and the way he grips you makes your breath catch in your chest. You flinch at the contact but you don’t pull away. You stay exactly where you are. Your body is tensed, and your heart is racing.Behind you, Rhea shifts. You don’t notice she has moved until you feel her breath against the back of your neck. It’s warm and close, and it makes your skin prickle. Her hand comes around and wraps around you again. Her touch is gentle but steady. She strokes you slow, coaxing you through the tension.“Relax, baby,” she murmurs, lips brushing against your skin. “Let him in.”Mike places one hand under y

Aubrey and I have been close since we were kids. Her family moved next door when we were ten, and from day one, we were practically glued at the hip. We were in each other’s houses so much our parents stopped asking questions. Sleepovers became the norm. My closet became hers. Her bed became mine. By the time we hit college, nobody really remembered a time when we weren’t a packaged deal.But somewhere along the way, the friendship shifted. The looks lasted longer. The touches started lingering. Her mouth would hover closer when she laughed at my jokes, and I stopped pulling away when her hand slid down my arm and stayed there. We didn’t need to spell it out. We both felt it.We were both bi. That came out during senior year in high school—quiet confessions after a party, still tipsy, both of us lying on my floor in underwear and oversized shirts. Neither of us made it a big deal. We never do. But it did open a door we never fully closed again.Sex? It wasn't something we avoided. We j

Fucking Aubrey (3)Aubrey lay sprawled across the couch, hair wild, shirt half-open, lips swollen from my kisses. She was grinning like she already knew she’d won, like she had me wrapped around her little finger.But she forgot something.I liked being in charge.I leaned over her, kissing down her collarbone, sucking marks into her pale skin until she squirmed. “You think you’re running this?” I asked, my voice low, dangerous.She arched her back, offering her tits to me, her nipples hard and begging for attention. “You love it when I tease you,” she moaned. “You love when I beg.”I bit her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, hard enough to make her yelp. “I love it more when you scream.”Her eyes lit up with fire. “Then make me.”I smirked and slid off the couch. My bag was still by the door where I’d dropped it. I crouched, unzipping it, and pulled out the black harness with its thick silicone cock already attached. I’d brought it earlier in the week after a late-night convers