Daddies In My Holes のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

ANGELThe chance to escape didn’t come.This was because each time Daniel permitted me to leave the room, he always lurked like a shadow. Watching my every move.He prepared all the meals himself, never letting me near the stove or knives or anything that could be used as a weapon. There was simply no opportunity to reach those pills hidden in the couch. I also hadn’t even seen the housekeeper he once mentioned.I dismissed it as maybe she didn’t exist. Time kept ticking, I didn’t even know how much of the three weeks was left because the days blurred together in an endless cycle of his body on mine, his voice in my ear, his hands reshaping me into whatever he wanted me to be. All hope was starting to deflate from me like air from a punctured balloon.Until this afternoon.“I’m bored, can I watch a movie?” I tested my luck since he’d been more lenient lately. “I noticed the TV in the living room.”Daniel studied me. Those grey eyes searched my face, probably looking for the trick b

ANGEL“You can speak English?!”My mind was still trying to catch up, she’d understood everything I’d said, so why did she pretend not to?“Why didn’t you say anything?” I took a step back, my heart racing. Part of me wanted to bolt right back out that door.“Mija, I didn’t mean to keep it from you.” She smiled softly. “We just don’t see many foreigners around here and you appeared out of nowhere… You took me by surprise.”My heart was still pounding but it started to slow down a bit. She’d only been testing me because I was a stranger? Relief shot through me, I’d already started to imagine the worst. “Everyone calls me Nessa around here,” she continued, gesturing to the women still watching me from various corners of the room. “Let me introduce you to the others, Mija.” She pointed to each woman and my gaze followed, taking them in one by one.“Kayla.”Warm brown skin, bright eyes that looked at with curiosity. “Lona.”She was older than Kayla, possibly in her early twenties. Cop

ANGELIt was less than twenty-four hours since I escaped, but Daniel looked different. More strict. Cruel. He was dressed in all black—perfectly tailored pants, crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing those forearms I’d felt pinning me down more times than I could count.He didn’t look at all like a man who’d swallowed seven sleeping pills mixed with alcohol.He looked healthy. Strong. And terrifying as ever, easily towering over me. This had to be a nightmare. I wanted to wake up, but instead, my knees buckled.Daniel moved fast, one arm shot out to wrap around my waist before I hit the ground. He pulled me against that solid chest, holding me up when my legs wouldn’t work.His body was warm. Solid. Real. This wasn’t a dream like last night!“Careful now,” the devil murmured smoothly against my hair, his breath warm. “It’s me, not a ghost,”He let me go, and I staggered backwards. Daniel was watching me, a wicked amusement dancing in his eyes. Camila walked to perch

TW: You know the drill by now. ANGELPain woke me up, dragging me from whatever merciful darkness I’d fallen into. I was still in the red torture room, my wrists were still cuffed above my head, the metal biting into skin that was already raw and torn. My legs were still spread wide by chains attached to my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable.I felt him even before I saw him. Daniel was sitting beside the bed like he’d been watching me sleep. There was a large bowl on the nearby stand filled with water, and he held a cloth in his hand. Fresh tears leaked from my eyes before I could stop them. I was trapped here. Forever. There was no escape, no rescue coming. I really was his slave now. This was my reality from this moment forward until I was sold. When he shifted closer to reach my shoulder, I flinched involuntarily.His grey eyes snapped to mine immediately, and I nearly flinched again from the intensity of his stare. Was he still furious with me? Did this

ANGELHe slammed into me and I screamed. Then he started moving, each thrust deep, angling his hips so his cock dragged against that spot inside me that made my vision blur.He got his fingers between my legs. I sobbed when his touch found my clit. Everything there was so sensitive.“Mmmgh it hurts, Daddy!”The pain, at first, overshadowed everything. His fingers on my abused flesh felt like fire, like he was pressing into an open wound.But soon he touched me in a way that had me craving more of it. His fingers moved in circles, applying just the right pressure, like he’d memorized exactly how to make my body respond to him.Daniel pulled out again and I watched as he gripped his cock, stroking himself while looking down at my spread pussy. “Look at this pretty little cunt. All swollen and marked. All mine.”He rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, coating it with my wetness and his precum, the friction making me gasp. Then he slapped his cock against it and I jerked.“Daddy!”