All Chapters of Daddies In My Holes: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Him I

DANIELI’d waited so long for this.Every fucking night in that hospital bed, burns screaming across my skin, morphine barely dulling the edges, I’d close my eyes and see her face. Every morning I’d wake up hard as stone, cock aching for her, and have to wrap my hand around myself and pretend it was her tight little cunt squeezing me. Memories were never enough. My own fist was never enough. Nothing was enough except her.And now she was here. In my arms. Where she belonged.My fingers traced the line of her jaw, feeling the soft give of her skin beneath my touch. She’d been so frantic in the car—screaming, clawing, fighting me with everything she had like the feral little wildcat I’d trained her to be. I’d had to sedate her. The needle slid into her neck so easily, and within seconds all that fire extinguished into quiet breathing and slack limbs.I preferred her fighting. The scratch of her nails and the sting of her teeth. The way her body bucked against mine when she tried to esca

Him II

DANIEL I fucked my cum deeper into her, watching her body twitch and respond even in her drugged sleep. Added more. Pushed it as deep as it would go. I wanted her filled with me when she woke up. Soon it would be inside her properly. I’d be pumping her full of cum from my cock instead of my fist. But for now, this would do. I grimaced at my own impatience, then dressed her in one of my shirts. I walked to the drawer to grab the first aid kit, although the bullet had grazed me, if I didn’t tend to it any sooner, I might have to meet Vincent in hell. I sat in the chair beside the bed and worked, half an hour had passed by the time I was done. So I just watched her breathe and remembered. The auction. The night everything went to shit. I’d been so fucking confident. So certain my plan was perfect. Angel displayed on the stage in her white dress and nothing else, the bidding climbing higher as the richest perverts in the underworld fought for the chance to own her. The whole thing

Don’t Forget Me

ANGELDaddy was dead.I’d watched him die. It was my fault he died. I’d seen him bleed out on that floor.But my brain wouldn’t accept any of it.I kept expecting the door to open and reveal his dark eyes, his arms ready to wrap around me and make everything safe again. Every time the door opened, I looked up expecting to see Daddy striding through.But it was always him.Daniel.The bedroom was large, modern and cold, nothing like Vincent’s warm bed. Dark silk sheets instead of white cotton. Large windows that sealed out the world.I wanted this to be a dream. To believe that somehow Daddy was still alive. I just wanted to wake from this nightmare and Daddy would be there to hold me, to stroke my hair, to tell me it wasn’t real.But it was real. And I couldn’t wake up.It was already night. The windows were dark, the room lit only by the bedside lamp. I jerked slightly when the door pushed open.Daniel strode into the room, and something was different about his energy now. He looked

Taste of shame I

ANGEL“I spent months in that hospital bed thinking about you.” His voice was darker now. A crazed glint flickered in his eyes, followed by a fury I’d never seen since I woke up in this hellhole. “Do you know what that’s like? To want someone so badly it feels like your skin is on fire? Like you’re burning from the inside out and the only thing that could put it out is a thousand miles away, fucking someone else? Letting him put his hands on what’s mine. Calling him Daddy like you’d forgotten I ever existed.”His grip on my hair tightened until I whimpered, my scalp screaming in protest and pained tears burning in my eyes.The mask of control he’d always worn was slipping now. “I would have died for you, Angel. And you repaid me by letting another man use this body. By giving him what belongs to me.”“FUCK YOU DANIEL!” The words exploded out of me. “You should have just fucking died! I wish you had burned! I wish they’d scraped whatever was left of you off that floor and thrown it in

Taste of Shame II

ANGELThe mention of Daddy’s name sent rage blazing through me—which was probably his intent. He was trying to provoke me, to use my grief as a weapon against me.To shame me.This was humiliation.And it was working.His hand shot between my thighs before I could respond, fingers sliding through my folds with obscene familiarity.“You were saying?” He held up glistening fingers, coated in my wetness. “Soaking wet, baby girl. Look at that. Your slutty little pussy gets nice and ready for anyone who bothers to touch it, doesn’t it? No standards at all. Just a warm, wet hole desperate to be filled.”“Don’t. DON’T,”“Don’t what? Does this cunt even know the difference anymore?” He pushed two fingers inside me without warning, making me gasp at the sudden intrusion. “Between my cock and Vincent’s? Or is any dick good enough for this greedy little fuckhole? Does it even matter whose cum is dripping out of it?”“Fuck you—”“That’s exactly what you’re gonna do. You will ride my cock like you

Mine or Vincent’s?

ANGEL“My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.”“Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning at the taste like he was savoring some expensive fucking delicacy.“Sweet as always,” he murmured, those crazed grey eyes rolling back slightly. “No matter how much venom comes out of your mouth, this pussy stays sweet for Daddy. It’s almost funny, really. Your tongue could cut glass but this cunt? Pure fucking honey. The sweetest thing Daddy’s ever tasted,”“Don’t call you

On The Edge

ANGEL“You don’t own shit,” I spat, even as my body betrayed me, my pussy clenching around his cock like it had a mind of its own and that mind was a desperate traitor.“Don’t I?” He slammed into me harder, hitting places that made stars burst behind my eyes. His hand came down on my pubis with a sharp crack, the sting radiating through my flesh like wildfire. “This pussy squeezes me like it’s trying to milk my cock dry. Like it’s starving for it. See how greedily it sucks me in, hm?”He slapped my mound again, harder this time, watching my face contort.“These nipples—” He pinched one brutally, twisting until I gasped, until tears pricked at my eyes, “—are hard as diamonds. Could cut glass with these pretty little things.”Another slap to my slit, making me clench around him so hard we both groaned.“And these hips?” He grabbed my hip with bruising force, fingers digging into flesh. “These hips are rocking back to meet me even while you’re telling me you hate me. Your body’s a traito

Taste of Us

ANGEL “You’re not my dadd—” “I’m the only Daddy you’ve got now.” His thumb pressed harder on my clit, rubbing viciously. “Might as well accept it. The sooner you do, the easier this becomes. Or harder. Depending on how you look at it.” One more flick of his thumb and I came. The euphoria rippled through my body without permission. Draining every ounce of strength from my body. “See how much pleasure you get when you listen?” Daniel groaned, fucking me through it with relentless thrusts that didn’t slow for a second. “I knew my good girl is still somewhere in there. Milking Daddy’s cock with that tight little cunt. Now say my name,” he demanded, still pounding into me with even strokes. “Say whose cock is making you come. I want to hear it from those pretty lips.” “N-no—” He slapped my clit directly—sharp—and a fresh gush of wetness flooded out of me, soaking his cock. The humiliation burned through me even as another wave of pleasure crested. “Wrong answer. Say it.” “No!” Slap

His Voice

ANGEL Daniel didn’t keep me in chains or tied to a bed like before. No locks. No chains. He didn’t bother with any of it because he knew I wasn’t going anywhere. The house was a fortress—modern and sleek with brooding colours that matched its owner. Surrounding it on every side was dense forest that stretched for miles, not to mention the guards stationed at every exit. Inside the house, it was just me and him. And Ines, who appeared and disappeared like a ghost. She was there one moment tending to all the domestic stuff, and gone the next without a sound. I’d completely lost track of the days. It was the same routine everyday. Wake up, get fucked, survive whatever he did to me, try to eat, sleep, repeat. The sun rose and set and rose again, and I stopped counting. Except something was different now. I’d been dizzy. Tired in a way that sleep couldn’t fix, and the nausea that had been lurking for days was getting worse. The smell of food made my stomach flip and clench. I’d thro

Poking The Beast I

ANGEL“Daddy,” I whispered urgently now, pressing the phone so hard against my ear, “Daddy, I’m—I don’t know where I am. Daniel has me. There’s a forest everywhere, and guards, and I can’t—I don’t know how to leave—”“Listen to me.” His voice cut through my panic, steady and commanding. “I’m going to find you. Do you hear me, Angel? I’m going to bring you home.”Home.The word wrapped around me like arms I couldn’t feel, then I heard him barking out commands to someone on the other end, his voice sharp with urgency. Then a curse, the sound of something crashing in the background. Two crashes. The second one was coming from outside the bathroom.“Angel, I know you have my phone.” Ines again, firmer now, the patience bleeding out of her voice. “If you give it back now, I won’t tell the Master what you’ve done.” I could hear the sound of keys jiggling against the lock.Shit. Shit shit shit.I didn’t think she had a spare set.My fingers fumbled across the screen, clumsy with adrenaline,

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