All Chapters of On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

 Chapter One: Monthly flow   Akane’s POV   The grand hall smelled of old stone, beeswax candles, and the faint metallic edge that always clung to the air when the lords were near. Tonight the long oak table was set for three.   Crystal goblets caught the firelight. Velvet drapes swallowed the sound. I sat between them—Lord Cassian on my left, Lord Darius on my right—like a fragile ornament placed between two blades.   Cassian’s fingers rested lightly on the arm of my chair. Darius’s knee brushed mine under the table. Both of them were unnaturally still, the way predators are still right before they move.   I had grown used to it over the months. The way conversations paused when I entered a room. The way their

Chapter One: My Sèx Slave   I sat cross-legged in the center of our king bed, the black leather folder open between us like a promise. A thin red ribbon tied it shut, the knot neat and deliberate. James watched me from the armchair across the room—shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, sleeves rolled to his elbows, eyes steady and patient. We had talked about this for months. Before the engagement ring. Before the wedding plans. Before the word “forever” started feeling so heavy and real. One last wild chapter. Roleplay with no limits we hadn’t already agreed to in careful, sober conversations. But tonight felt different. Tonight it felt real.   I picked up the pen, its gold tip catching the warm glow of the bedside lamp. I read the words out loud, voice steady even though my pulse hammered in my throat.   “Safe words: Green for go. Yellow fo

Chapter One - I have never sinned with my body   Angela’s POV   The church smelled of old wood polish and beeswax candles that had burned down to stubs. Afternoon light slanted through the stained-glass windows in thin red and blue beams that painted the stone floor like spilled wine. I walked down the center aisle with my hands clasped in front of me, rosary beads clicking softly against my wrist.   My skirt brushed my calves with every step. White blouse buttoned to the collar. Hair pinned back neatly. I looked the part. I always looked the part.   The confessional booth waited at the side like it had every Saturday for the last three years. Dark wood. Carved lattice screen. Familiar shadows. I slipped inside and knelt on the padded kneeler. The door closed behind me with a soft thud that e

  I have never sinned with my body (3)   Angela’s POV   The walk home felt endless. Streetlights flickered overhead and cast long shadows that followed me like silent witnesses.   My legs still trembled under my skirt. Every step reminded me of the corridor, of Father Michael’s hand between my thighs, of the way my body had betrayed me so completely in that narrow, dimly lit space.   My panties were soaked through. The damp fabric clung uncomfortably with every movement.   I kept my head down, rosary clutched so tightly the beads pressed marks into my palm. I told myself I should be ashamed.   I told myself I should run to Mother Superior or call my aunt or confess to another

Chapter One: Tempted vs Repelled   The masquerade ball throbbed with low, insistent bass that vibrated through the marble floors and up into my bones. Crystal chandeliers overhead scattered fractured gold across velvet masks, silk gowns, and bare shoulders.   My husband’s empire filled the grand hall—men in tailored black tuxedos, women dripping diamonds that caught the light like tiny blades. Laughter sliced through the air, sharp and calculated.   I wore crimson satin that clung to every curve like a second skin, the fabric cool and slippery against my body. Feathers framed my eyes in delicate black; my lips were painted blood red.   I moved through the crowd deliberately, owning every shadow, because in this room, I did.   Then I saw him