All Chapters of Daddies In My Holes: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Her Trainer

DANIELSweet angel.Spoiled rotten and made to shatter.And she was doing exactly that right now.I watched her from the large screen mounted on the wall of my study, her sobs echoing through the speakers, low but just enough to make my cock rigid and pulsating. She was curled on the bed, wrapped in a white towel she had gotten from the bathroom after I’d left. A towel I hadn’t given her.I noted it calmly. It was another punishment waiting to be earned. She just didn’t know it yet. Everything she owned had to pass through my hands first. Every comfort, her very breath, and each small mercy required permission from her owner. I already had the perfect punishment in mind, I’d spank that tight little ass of hers until she bled on my belt. She was cursing me between broken sobs, saying that I would pay, that I would regret what I’d done to her when she escaped.I nearly snorted at that, she had no clue how fucked she was. There was nothing outside for her apart from existing for my

Earning The Truth

ANGELI’d noticed the cameras at some point. He was somewhere watching, finding my fears and helplessness amusing. My whole life was pure fucking entertainment to him. He’d watched me crash out and didn’t make an appearance, not that I wanted him to. His presence only meant one thing as I’d learned, it was only to hurt and humiliate me.The silence gave me time to think, to understand my unfortunate situation. I finally accepted the truth, tantrums wouldn’t save me. Thinking about it, it was the only way I knew to react to situations I didn’t like; I’d break objects, ruin a few things, and earn everyone’s attention.This time, I had to be smarter. Daniel was definitely playing a game, and I wanted to survive. I needed to. To get the upper hand in this twisted sick game with that sick man as the creator, there must be something I could do. Submit. Totally. Or at least make Daniel believe so. Especially now that I had hope. There was someone else in this house, not just Daniel and

Earning The Truth II

ANGELShame brightened my skin chilly red, I slowly pushed a finger into my tight heat, my dry walls gripping me. I started pumping it, fucking myself as ordered. Daniel’s eyes drank in the vulgar sight of me finger fucking myself. “Fuck faster, show some damn enthusiasm, or maybe you'd prefer my cock instead? Will that wake you up?" he panted, he was rubbing himself faster too. In. Out. In. Out.I pumped, my pace rapid now. Against my will, my dry insides began to moisten. I could feel my fingers becoming slick, and I realize with revolting horror that I was preparing myself for Daniel to fuck me. The bastard was grinning. He watched me work my finger in and out, my wetness coating it with each stroke. Maybe it was the unbridled lust in his eyes, or me trying to make him need me more, I withdrew my finger, letting him see how shiny it was. He just need to want me enough to lose his mind, then I'll fucking escape from this horror. I could do this, behave like a total slut.Hold

Beg For It

ANGELHe didn’t push his cock into me. Not yet. Daniel remained threateningly close… just one thrust, one movement of his hip away from ruining me. He didn’t enter, but he ensured I felt him. All of him. The way his heavy cock rested against my slit. I could feel the warmth of his engorged flesh. His penis jerked, once, then twice, Daniel grunted, like he was fighting against the urge to ram into me. He could just fuck me, ended this if he wanted… but this was something else. The thick veiny length of his cock glided along my slit, slowly dividing my labia apart, he was drawing out my torture as long as possible. I choked on another sob, feeling his warm precum drizzle against my mound like drool. “Now that you know your fate, I believe it will be easier for you just to accept it.” He said, still rocking gently against me, “We have just three weeks, I need to teach you as much as possible.”Three weeks?I was to be trapped in his hell for a whole twenty-one days? And then… afte

Taking Angel

ANGEL“Well, since you begged for it so nicely, how can I say no?” Daniel said through clenched teeth, his eyes raw as he rubbed his cock through the milky mess of my pussy. Then he pushed. I felt him. The engorged head of his cock. His invasion. I could feel all of it slowly, like he wanted me to feel every act of it. My body was fully prepared, slippery and wet for him. It should have been easier. It wasn’t. My body was struggling to accommodate his size.The head of his cock managed to slip in. Stretching me uncomfortably. A half scream tore from me. The pleasure from my orgasm was ebbing away rapidly and pain overrode its place. This was completely unlike his fingers. It couldn’t even be compared. Not by a long shot. Another inch slipped in. I started to wiggle beneath him. He was just too big. My pussy was forced wider. Beyond limits, like I was splitting in half. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn't. I would tear, I could already feel my walls straining.Panic replaced my ear

Under His Watch

DANIELDirty. Pretty. Angel.Three words that didn’t belong together, but fuck if they didn’t describe her perfectly now.Ruined by me. I owned every inch of her—body, mind, the spaces between her thoughts where fear lived. My back bore her nail scratches, perfect crescents dug deep enough to bleed. My bottom lip was still swollen where she’d bitten me earlier today, hard enough that I’d tasted copper. Just like she’d done the first time I took her.The sting radiated through my mouth with every breath.I fucking loved it.I didn’t want it to ever fade. I wanted the pain to linger, I wanted to feel her mark on me the way she felt mine on her. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying, I was always the one who gave pain—breaking bones, splitting skin, making grown men weep. But when Angel hurt me? When she clawed and bit and fought like a feral little thing? It made my cock harder than anything else in this world.She hated it when I kissed her. Despised it more than the fuckin

A Soft Spot

ANGELI thought an eternity might have passed while my life fell into the same routine. Sleep. Wake. Bathroom. Eat. Fuck.So much of the last part that I was fully convinced Daniel wasn’t human. No normal man could want it this much.I’d lost count of how many times we’d done it, the same way I’d lost track of time. He made me swallow his cum every time I sucked him off, and wouldn't let me spit. The first time I'd done that, he’d made me scrub the floor with my tongue and lick every last slimy drop from the floor. And I had had to repeat the act after that, because according to him, men didn’t like whores who spat. They prefer their sluts with a warm belly full of their goo. Since then, I’d learned my lesson, keep his load inside me. Even when he’d paint my face with his cum and make me sleep like that, I didn’t dare wipe it off. Or he would make me pay. There was no mercy in him, no gentleness, or moments where the beast pretended to be human.And the worst part? My body had le

A Ray Of Hope

ANGELI stayed quiet, not bothering to deny that the thought had crossed my mind. He nearly added something to the pot, then stopped and cursed under his breath. “Fuck. You’re allergic to shrimp.”I was surprised that he remembered something like that. I had only eaten a shrimp snack once in my life and my skin was spotted red for days, but this had occurred about five years ago, why did Daniel know about it?He dropped the ingredient, “Inés has a bad habit of mislabeling things,” he muttered, more to himself than me.My curiosity was piqued. “Who’s Inés?”“The housekeeper.” He gave me a look like I was dumb for asking something I obviously didn’t know. The food was placed in front of me nearly an hour later. The pasta looked perfect—almost exactly like the kind Martha used to make back home.My hands shook as I reached for the fork. My eyes started to water.It was stupid. I’d been through so much worse. Why was I crying over a plate of fucking pasta?“Why are you crying now?” Surp

Dessert On Your Knees!

ANGELI spun around.Daniel stood right behind me. His eyes were heavy with suspicion, sharp enough to crawl under my skin and make my whole body shiver.How long had he been standing there? Had he seen me hide the pills?Panic climbed my throat, sharp and sour, but I forced it back down. He’d been in a good mood today. Talking about rewards. Maybe I could twist that to my advantage.“Oh, I—I was just about to sit,” I stammered, my pulse pounding. “I finished eating and thought the couch would be more comfortable than the stool. I’m sorry.” I peered up at him and asked softly. “Should I go back to the kitchen?”Daniel said nothing.Seconds ticked.I fought the urge to squirm under his stare, struggled even harder not to glance back at the couch where the pills were hidden, to make sure none of them showed.Then he moved.One step.Two.He closed the distance between us.“I’ll tell you again,” He caught my chin, forcing my face up, his voice low and dark. “Don’t play any games. You won

Dessert On Your Knees! II

ANGELMy pulse spiked with panic. He was right, I’d always let him see my disgust when I take his cock in my mouth, and today I was sucking like a desperate hoe? Of course, he would be suspicious.“You are not actually hiding something are you?” Daniel’s fingers toyed with my hair as he pushed strands away from my face, before gathering it in a ponytail clenched around his fist. He pulled his cock from my mouth, the moist weight resting on my chin.“N-no!” I stammered. He slithered his cock back to my lips, I parted them, but he didn’t push in. He just smeared precum over my lips. Then my cheeks. “As I said, you’re free to lie, but me finding out is what you should fear,” his cock slapped my chin again.And again. “Or you could tell me what you were doing here, and I might just forgive you,” He murmured tauntingly. My throat went crusty dry, Daniel was watching me too closely, as though searching for cracks in my act. I was supposed to be the one tricking him and controlling the ga

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