Semua Bab YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Bab 31 - Bab 40

ABIGAIL.“Wait,” I backed away, “Right now—”He didn’t pause a wink before he leaned in and kissed me.And the world exploded.His mouth was hot, demanding, claiming me with a possessiveness that should have terrified me. But God, it felt incredible. His tongue swept against mine, and I tasted something spicy and intoxicating that made my head spin. Heat flooded through me, and I found myself kissing him back, my hands fisting in his perfect suit jacket.Oberin made a pleased sound, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me flush against his body. He was hard everywhere I was soft, and I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against my hip.“You taste like desperation and anger,” he murmured against my lips. “Delicious. But let’s see what else you’re hiding.”His hand slid down, palming my breast through my thin t-shirt. I gasped, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss until I couldn’t think straight. His other hand gripped my hip, fingers digging in possessively.“I’

ABIGAIL.The gallery meeting was real.Medley Pierce, one of the most influential gallery owners in the city, called me personally. She wanted to see my portfolio, discuss representation, maybe even a solo show. I should have been elated.Instead, I was terrified that Oberin would appear in the middle of it.I dressed conservatively—tailored pants, a silk blouse, understated jewelry. Professional. Respectable.Not at all like someone who’d been fucked by a demon in her shower two days ago.The meeting started well. Medley loved my work, praised my technique, talked about how she’d always thought I was talented and was shocked by the plagiarism allegations.“Between you and me,” she said, leaning forward conspiratorially, “Tate Harrison’s work has always been derivative. But his family’s money bought him credibility. However, his recent… troubles… have made people look more closely at his pieces. And honey, they don’t hold up.”Relief flooded through me. “So you believe me?”“I do. Whic

TAIRA.In our world, men are commodities.Not slaves—let me be clear about that. The Harvest Laws are strict about consent and compensation. But in a woman ruled society where male ejaculate is the most valuable substance on the planet, men with premium genetics and high production capability are… well, they’re livestock. Pampered, worshipped, luxurious livestock.I’ve been a Certified Extractor for three years.It’s exactly what it sounds like—my job is to milk men for their cum. Hand jobs, mostly. Sometimes oral if the subject requires additional stimulation. The cum is refined into everything from beauty serums to nutritional supplements to the most potent aphrodisiacs money can buy.I’m good at my job.The best in my facility, actually. I can make a man come in under five minutes or edge him for three hours—whatever the extraction protocol requires.I’ve handled dozens of subjects, from nervous first-timers to seasoned Producers who’ve been in the program for years.But I’ve n

TAIRA. Planning an escape from a high-security extraction facility while also maintaining the appearance of normalcy turned out to be incredibly difficult. Especially when I also had to keep extracting Kade four times a day to avoid suspicion. Not that the extractions were a hardship anymore. We’d completely abandoned protocol. I still collected his cum for the facility, but now I did it while riding his cock, or while he bent me over the bed and fucked me from behind, or while I sucked him off and let him come down my throat before spitting into the collection vial. The sex was incredible. Urgent and desperate and raw. Every time felt like it could be the last before we were caught. “Touch yourself,” Kade demanded one afternoon, his cock buried deep in my pussy as he fucked me against the window. “Want to watch you make yourself come while I’m inside you.” I reached between us, finding my clit and rubbing frantically. The angle was perfect—he was hitting something deep i

NAYANA. Dimitri’s home was a penthouse that screamed old money and power just as aged. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, but they were heavily tinted. Antique furniture mixed with modern art. A library that could have belonged to a museum. And a bedroom that made my breath catch. Enormous bed with black silk sheets, another wall of windows, and an en-suite bathroom the size of my old apartment.“This is yours,” Dimitri said, setting my bag down. He’d had someone collect my things while we drove here. “You have full access to the entire penthouse, but this room is your sanctuary. I will never enter without permission.”“Even for… feeding?”“I can feed from you anywhere.” His smile was dark. “Your bedroom, my bedroom, the library, the kitchen counter. But this space remains yours. A place you can retreat if you need distance from me.”The consideration surprised me. “Thank you.”“Don’t thank me yet.” He moved closer, and I felt the weight of his presence—predatory and i