All Chapters of Ruin Me, Daddy: 50 Shades Darker Compilation : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The kinky basement door opens, revealing the silhouette of my father’s best friend, with a buzzing object. I’m still naked under the lamp. “I see you’re warm now, little bird.” He murmurs as he walks down, with the door shutting behind himThe buzzing sound grows louder, and even though I know what it is, I try not to think about it. My body is still recovering from the hot candle wax.His footsteps get closer and seconds later, he shows up, with the instrument in hand, and a nasty smirk on his lips. ‘Oh, god.’My heart skips at the terrifying size of the vibrator! My legs involuntarily clasp, protecting my bruised cunt from my tormentor. I feel my clit squashed between my thighs, and feel wetness lubricate my thighs. “Lesson two,” he sets two lubes on the table, hand still on the buttons of the vibrator. “You never cum until I tell you to.”His firm hand grabs my leg and spreads me open. Wide enough for him to fit in and hump on me as he so pleases. I stiffen, slightly shaky o

My fiancé’s parents turn to face me, but I’ve long lost control of myself to give a damn.The balls pop out of my aching pussy and are trapped in my cotton pants, soaked, warm. My pussy hisses and closes around it. ‘Oh, fuck!’ My body vibrates, down to my small fingers that firmly grab the table from the intensity of the electricity that still runs through me and leaves me helpless. “Babe?” Blake calls, shocked by my reaction.I shut my eyes and ignore him. All I want to feel is my pussy sucking back the ball, my tight jeans sticking it back in my slutty cunt.“Hmm-hmm…” It’s not for my poor betrothed in the very least. Sadly, he knows it. The once warm stares from Blake’s parents are slowly turning cold. Too cold for me to even gulp without feeling guilty. “Time’s up, little girl.” My dad’s bestie’s deep baritone echoes, as he swings in like a protective uncle, when matter of fact he’s the monster.“How about she stays over?” Blake isn’t ready to let me go. Or maybe his hard co

One Week LaterMy wedding dress is white and overflowing, nothing like my dirty and used soul.The makeup artist finishes the touches on my already-made face. I look beautiful, stunning even. In an hour I’ll take my wedding vows to my betrothed before the world. Suddenly, the door opens without prior knocking, and the hard face of my dad’s best friend is staring right at me. Dark.That look of possession that I’m familiar with.He’s dressed in a bad-ass black blazer and tight-fitting navy-blue pants.“Out,” he orders the ladies in the room.‘Wait… no…’ I want to stop them, but I can’t. Not out of obedience, but because a part of me wants him to satisfy the unquenchable thirst he has awakened in me. One by one, they walk out, leaving me with my monstrous master.The door clicks shut, just as my heart leaps. God, no… not in my wedding dress.“Look at you,” he mocks me without reservation. “Dressed like a saint when you’re nothing but Daddy’s dirty toy.” He chuckles. His dark eyes

SELENAThere was a sharp rip, the sound of fabric giving way. My panties shredded with one impatient pull."Professor""Quiet," he said, his palm smoothing over my ass like he was memorizing it. "You’ve been walking around this campus without a bra, licking lollipops like you’re auditioning for a porno… and you think I’m just going to keep grading your papers like nothing’s happening?"I smirked over my shoulder. "Maybe I wanted to see how long it would take before you—"The words broke on a sharp inhale when his thumb pressed against the tight ring of muscle at my rear."God—"He chuckled darkly. "So sensitive.""You—" My voice caught again as his other hand slid between my thighs, fingers dipping into the wet heat there."Already soaked. You like being bent over my desk, Miss Vale?""Maybe," I said breathlessly."Maybe," he echoed, sliding two fingers inside me while circling my rim with his thumb. "We’ll see how much you like it when I’m done."I shuddered when his touch shifted —

SELENA The toy was still buzzing inside me when his weight pulled back.I collapsed forward onto my elbows, panting, every muscle in my thighs trembling.“Stay like that,” he murmured, voice rough from exertion.“Look at you,” he said, circling around me until he stood in front of the desk. “Wrecked… but still hungry.”“I” My voice cracked. “I can’t”“Oh, you can.” He leaned back against the edge of the desk, lazily stroking himself. “Get up.”My legs barely obeyed, but I pushed myself upright.“Good girl,” he said. “Now climb up.”Confusion flickered in my dazed brain. “Climb…?”He moved back, clearing space on the desk, and then sat down in his leather chair, dragging it closer. His eyes raked down my body. “On me.”I blinked. “You”“You’re going to ride me,” he said simply, “with my cock in your ass… and that toy still inside you.”Heat flooded my face. “You’re insane.”“You say that like it’s news,” he said, leaning back and patting his lap. “Come here.”My knees nearly buckled a