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

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

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

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

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

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