All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

TAIRA.His hands tighten on my hips immediately and he pulls me hard against him. I can feel how desperately hard he is through his trousers.“You’re going to pay for making me wait,” he says against my mouth.“I’m counting on it.”He stands with me wrapped around him and I lock my legs behind his back. He carries me to the bedroom without breaking the kiss and drops me on the bed.He strips fast. Shirt. Trousers. Underwear. All of it gone in seconds and then he’s standing over me looking down with those dark amber eyes and three years together hasn’t made this any less devastating.“You remembered everything,” he says. “The pole. The briefcase. Every detail.”“I remember everything about you.”He lowers himself over me. “Everything?”“The way you need it rough. The way you need to be told you’re good. The way you come hardest when I talk to you.” I wrap my hand around his cock and he groans. “I know your body better than you do.”“Arrogant.”“Accurate.” I stroke him firmly and his h

ANISSAThe flight is eleven hours and I spend most of it reviewing briefs and pretending I’m not thinking about the image he sent.About the caption underneath it.About the fact that I blocked four days in my calendar within thirty seconds of seeing both.I land at two in the afternoon local time, collect my luggage, and walk out into arrivals expecting a driver holding a sign.Instead I find Throthe Abernathy leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed.He's in a white linen shirt. The top two buttons undone. Sleeves rolled to his elbows. Adorned in dark trousers that are emphatically not a suit. His sunglasses pushed up into his hair like he forgot they were there.He looks nothing like himself.He looks completely devastating.I stop walking without meaning to.He sees me stop and his mouth curves. “You’re staring.”“I’m processing.” I start walking again. “You look different.”“Casual clothing. Most people wear it on weekends.”“You don’t have weekends. You have extended billi

ANISSAThe Delacroix meeting runs three hours.Throthe is sharp across the conference table in a way that reminds me exactly who he is outside of linen shirts and airport arrivals. Precise. Methodical. Watching opposing counsel the way you watch something you're about to take apart, waiting for the exact moment to move.I match him the whole way through.By the time we're done the sun has dropped behind the water and the hotel corridors are quiet with that specific evening quiet of places where everyone has somewhere better to be.Back in the suite the ocean sits dark through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the last light completely gone from it. The jacuzzi on the private terrace is already running, steam rising off the surface into the warm evening air.Throthe sets his jacket over the chair by the window and loosens his tie."The jacuzzi," he says."What about it.""Come in with me."I look at the terrace. At the water lit from underneath. At him standing there with his tie half undo

LILA.I’m still trembling against the wall, my leg draped over Damien’s shoulder, when he lowers it slowly and stands. My pussy throbs from the force of the orgasm, slick and oversensitive. He towers over me, his steel-gray eyes burning with controlled hunger. The taste of me still glistens on his lips.“Color?” he asks again, voice low but steady.“Green, Sir,” I breathe, even as my knees feel weak. I want more. I need to push him further.A ghost of a smirk touches his mouth. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near finished.”He steps back and gestures toward the center of the room. “Go to the St. Andrew’s cross. Face it. Arms up.”My pulse spikes. The large wooden X stands waiting, cuffs dangling from the top and bottom. I walk on shaky legs, the silk slip still bunched around my waist, my red heels clicking against the floor. I can feel his eyes on my marked ass with every step. The sting from the crop flares hotter as I move.I press my front against the smooth wood, raising my arms. D

EVELYNI wake slowly the next morning, sunlight filtering through the lace curtains of my new bedroom. My body feels heavy and deliciously used, a pleasant soreness between my thighs and across my breasts reminding me that last night wasn’t just a vivid dream. Elias is real. The ghost who haunts this house wants me, and I want him just as badly.I stretch languidly under the sheets, my nipples tightening at the memory of his invisible mouth sucking on them. A soft smile curves my lips. “Good morning, Elias,” I whisper into the quiet room. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains in response, and I feel a warm phantom touch brush across my cheek like a kiss.My bladder urges me up. I pad naked to the large en-suite bathroom, the old tiles cool beneath my feet. The shower is a beautiful claw-foot tub with a rainfall showerhead I’ve been excited to try. I turn the water on hot, letting the steam fill the room before stepping under the spray. The heat cascades over my skin, soothing my muscles