Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy's Demands: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Tears of shame and humiliation fell as my orgasm built inside of me. My body became more alive with every searing swat. Yes. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard. But not before he finished the discipline. The most twisted and sexual punishment one could imagine. My mind screamed no. My ass screamed for mercy. But my core, my inner being, my soul begged for more.Just as the most intense explosion was about to release, Knox ceased the spanking.I cried out even louder than I ever did during the spanking.“Yes, my shattered sparrow. I am going to enjoy this very much.”I heard the sound of his footsteps approach the door, and I turned my head to see him holding the door handle. My heart fell to my stomach as I still remained in position for more.“No,” I whispered so low that I was sure Knox couldn’t hear me. I didn’t want him to leave. No.“Tomorrow I’ll be back. You just earned yourself two credits.”Chapter SixAgain and again, I awoke with a lashing. I went to bed sore

There were still constant reminders of my reality, however. Oz had requested other enema sessions, which Gage always recorded for him. Oz also demanded often to have a close-up recording of many spankings where I had to hold my butt cheeks spread wide so he could see my anus as it too would be spanked and prodded for his viewing. Knox was always far harsher with me when the camera was rolling, and I knew that it was expected for me to have the tears flow. Even if I didn’t particularly feel like crying, I knew it would please Knox. I think he knew it was what Oz wanted to see—my pain, my suffering, my miserable penance. And whenever I performed for Oz as I knew Knox wanted, he would reward me with a caress, or a touch that made my heart soar. But Knox wanted Oz to see me as a captive hating every single minute of her stay in the manor, and I played the part perfectly.If Oz only knew.If he only knew just how much my body craved the penance. Knox wasn’t the monster. I was the fucking m

Dueling Daddies by Lee SavinoChapter OneTwo daddies are better than one…“And that is why I’m never, ever sleeping with a guy again,” I announce and set my glass very carefully back on the bar, which is blurry and not quite level. I frown. The bar was level when I came in.“Never?” The bartender leans close. He’s a surfer dude with tanned skin, shoulder-length blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes.Shame I’m no longer dating.“Never ever,” I confirm.“Too bad,” a voice rumbles high above my head.I look up. And up. And up some more. Towering over me is the biggest guy I’ve ever seen, complete with muscle shirt stretched over impressive pecs. I couldn’t fit both hands around one of his taut biceps.“Whoa,” I breathe. I look back and forth between him and the hot bartender. One looks like a swimsuit model and the other belongs on the cover of a weightlifting men’s magazine. Why the heck couldn’t they have shown up an hour earlier? Before I swore off men forever.“A bottle of water for t

“You free for lunch?”“Um, today?” I glance around. My feet have already taken me to the department store’s exit. “I could be. I took off work to run an errand.” I take a step and the sliding doors open. Above, a bird wheels lazily in the clear blue sky. Freedom.“Meet me at the bar at one. I’ll buy.”“What, like a date?” I cringe. Of course he didn’t mean it like that. “I mean, I’m super busy today. And you know I’ve sworn off men forever.” I try to joke, but it comes out serious.Bear is silent. He’s probably wishing he hadn’t called. Gah! Why did I say the ‘d’ word?“What’s the proposition?” I ask as casually as I can. “I’m curious.”“I’d rather tell you in person.” His voice is a low rumble.“Oh? Is it something illegal?”“No.”Damn, nothing I’m saying is coming out right. “What is it? Just tell me.”“We want to help you orgasm.”Apparently I died in the bar last night, because now I’m in heaven. Or hell. Either way, my head has exploded because it takes some time for me to choke

He gets quiet, but his voice, the mental picture of him waiting, watching, dictating my every move drives my pleasure. I touch myself by his leave. Each stroke brings me closer to him and the tipping point.“Okay. I’m close.” My fingers speed up, grasping for the orgasm hovering just out of reach.“Stop.”I make a sound like ‘nuh’ but he ignores it.“That was good, baby. You did good. Now go to sleep.”My pussy pulses in protest. “What? You don’t want me to come?”“Not tonight.”“Damn,” I say, and belatedly remember his earlier instruction. “I mean, darn.”“Will you be able to sleep?”“Eventually,” I manage, and he chuckles.“Text me in the morning.”“Okay.” It’s insane how he orders me about and I just… melt. Whatever game he’s playing, it’s working for me.* * *For the first time in my life, I start to have sex dreams. The competition officially begins in a week, but the guys don’t let up on seducing me. Bear orders me to message him each morning and he sends me off with a ‘good gi