All Chapters of Daddy's Demands: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Devon walked confidently through the staffs’ entrance of the hotel. Turning right, she entered the employee locker room. Testing several lockers, she found one that was open. Grabbing the blazer inside, she shrugged it on and proceeded down the hall. The front desk was up two levels. It was one a.m., so only a skeleton crew was about. As she came through the back door, there was another employee on duty. She greeted her warmly.“Hi, I’m Carla,” said Devon, taking the identity of the name tag on the blazer.“Emily. Thank god you’re here. I’ve had to pee for the last hour. I have no idea where Jerome went. He was supposed to relieve me over an hour ago. Mind manning the front alone for a few minutes while I pee and try calling him?”“Not at all,” answered Devon. She had been prepared for two desk clerks and the possibility that she would have to work while being observed so this was working out better than she’d hoped.The moment the woman left, Devon logged into the front desk computer

I didn’t respond, but looked up into his eyes instead. I swallowed hard and struggled to breathe. For a moment, I wondered if I would die of a heart attack before the man had a chance to end my life on his own terms.“I’m not one to fuck around. So, let’s just get to the point. You know why you are here, yes?”I nodded and looked down at the floor. My nerves could no longer handle the severity that I saw in his eyes and on his face. I foolishly thought I could be brave and face my death head on, but the tears that began to fall and the need to beg for mercy almost erupted from the place I thought I had securely locked my fear away.“Oz is not a man to cross. Betrayal equals death. And in most cases, the most torturous, agonizing death you could imagine. He wants to make his enemies pay with far more than just their lives.” He took one step toward me, and I flinched as if he had just punched me in the face. “But you know that. You know what could happen to you right now.”My mind ran r

Oz was giving me mercy. My own monster.There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say. My cries grew louder and joined the screams from the other rooms. It was a symphony of misery. A chorus of terror. And as I looked at my new Daddy—my Monster of Mercy—I realized he would be the man orchestrating it all.Chapter Three“So now we begin,” Knox said, removing the knife from my panties.He raised the blade up to meet our eye level. Glancing at it, I could see it was coated with my signs of fucked-up lust and twisted sexual need. It glistened with sin. Knox was right. I was a dirty girl. Yes, filthy. So fucking wrong. I should be screaming. Demanding freedom. I should be fighting to escape, but instead I was nearly coming on a weapon used to kill.There was a sparkle in Knox’s eye and a smirk on his face as he put the blade back in its holder on his belt. “Oz likes to watch on occasion from afar. There are cameras everywhere in this manor. He wants to make sure that the women are grat

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered as Knox directed the stream of water between my legs.“Sit down and spread your legs wide. Lean back and stay very, very still.”I did as he asked while he reached for a razor and a bottle of body cleanser. Gage was repositioning the camera so he could get a better shot of my widespread pussy. And though maybe I should have been embarrassed that my sex was on full display for the camera, the main humiliation I felt was that I had disappointed Knox, and for some odd reason, I hated that fact. I was hairy and I wanted to be rid of it as quickly as possible.Knox squirted a generous amount of liquid soap between my legs and then with the utmost care, he swiped the razor in one long motion, leaving a trail of bare skin behind. I watched him as he expertly angled the razor, and as he used his fingers to open and hold back my folds so he could get every last hidden hair. In fascination, I watched as my pussy became free of the hair and I could actually see wh

“Do you have any questions?”For the first time since arriving and meeting Knox, he seemed to soften some. His eyes were less severe and his jaw was no longer firm. I believed he truly was giving me the opportunity to ask whatever I wanted without penalty.Drumming up some courage, I asked, “How many women are here?”“Depends. There are several Monsters of Mercy who reside here. Oz tends to keep us very busy,” he answered.I paused and wondered how far I could go with the questions. I didn’t want to push too far in fear of what the consequences would be. My hesitation must have been obvious on my face because Knox added, “Ask your questions now if you have them.”“What will you do to me? To earn these credits.”“Whatever I want.”“Will you fuck me?”Knox smiled, closed the distance between us, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. He took hold of my nipple and pinched. It hurt but not unbearably so. I gasped at the uninvited touch, but didn’t try to pull away.“Would you lik