All Chapters of Dirty Daddies Underground: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Nathan's POVHe watches me for a second, like he knows something’s bothering me but decides to let it go. Before he can ask, Theo walks in, and the tension spikes like a damn current running through the air. Neither of us looks at the other.Mason notices immediately. “What happened?” he asks. “You’re both acting like you’ve just come back from war.”I shrug one shoulder. “No reason.”Theo lingers near the doorway for a moment, then his voice comes low and rough. “I’m sorry. For what I said. It was fucked up. I didn’t mean it. I just... I don’t know how to handle any of this.”I nod. “Which is the only reason I didn’t drag you back into the room and beat the hell out of you until you took it back. I knew you didn’t mean it, Theo. But still, you weren’t wrong.”

Harper's POVThere’s a desk shoved against the far wall with open notebooks scattered across its surface, a few broken pens lying nearby. Shelves are stacked high with books, some neat, others shoved in sideways like they were thrown there in frustration. His chaos is everywhere. Not messy, exactly, just... unfiltered.I take a step further in, noticing the scarring on the wooden floor, gouges where furniture was dragged or something else happened entirely. The room doesn’t feel dangerous, but it feels unpredictable, like the space holds the same barely leashed energy that simmers beneath Theo’s skin. Passion and violence, restraint and recklessness, all tangled together.He leans against the doorframe behind me, arms crossed. “I get bored easily,” he says, voice low, almost distracted. “So I collect things that stop me from burning the world down.”It&rs

Theo's POVThe first outfit is leather, tight, intricate straps held by heavy buckles. Metal studs catch the overhead lighting, glinting dangerously along her curves. Her body is perfectly framed, each strap positioned to tease and promise more.“How would you fuck me in this, Theo?” she asks, her voice husky and edged with challenge. “Would you tie me up tight, bend me over your bed, and spank me until I beg? Or would you run a blade across my skin, slow and sharp, until I’m shivering?”My throat tightens, my grip on the phone intensifying until my knuckles whiten. But I don’t let her see it. I don’t react. Instead, I let my eyes dip dismissively back to the screen, murmuring flatly, “Looks good.”She huffs, clearly irritated at my lack of enthusiasm, before turning sharply on her heel and disappearing back into the changing room.

Nathan POVHarper and Theo strutted into our private room like they’d just stepped off the stage of some private debauchery. Theo had that wild glint back in his eyes, the kind that screamed he’d finally stopped pretending to be civilized. Whatever had happened between them on the ride over had dragged him straight back into the madness. And judging by the lazy smirk tugging at Harper’s lips, she’d enjoyed every second of it.Once she was changed, the three of us took her on a walkthrough of the building. She seemed genuinely invested, asking questions about the rooms, the layout, how each part of the business operated. There was a hunger in her curiosity, sharp and intentional, like she wasn’t just looking around, she was learning.Eventually, we made our way downstairs to the main area where the private event was already in full swing. It was small

Nathan's POVI keep her head pulled back by the braid wrapped tight in my fist, angling her face up, forcing her to feel every inch of control I have over her.“You want to act like a brat in front of a room full of Doms?” I murmur near her ear, letting the flogger trail across her inner thigh. “You think you can call me out like that and walk away smiling?”She doesn’t answer, so I bring the flogger down again, sharp across the curve of her ass. She jerks, gasps, tries to twist, but I’ve got her held tight, spread wide, and bound. She can’t escape this. She’s exactly where she begged to be.“Say it,” I growl, twisting her braid tighter in my hand. “Tell me what you are.”She whimpers, voice thin. “I’m your good girl—”I strike again, harder. “No, you&r