All Chapters of ALL YOURS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mia;"I want more than to see it," I said boldly, reaching for him.He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head with one large hand. "What did I say about doing what I tell you?"The dominance in his voice made me throb. "Sorry, Daddy.""Good girl." He lined himself up at my entrance with his free hand. "Now stay quiet while I fuck this tight little pussy."He pushed inside in one slow, torturous thrust. The stretch was intense—he was bigger than anyone I'd been with—and I had to bite down on my lip hard to keep from screaming. My eyes rolled back as he filled me completely, deeper than I thought possible."Holy fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. "You feel incredible. So fucking tight around Daddy's cock.""Move," I begged. "Please, Daddy, I need—"He started thrusting, slow and deep at first, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in. Each stroke hit spots inside me that I didn't know existed, pleasure building with every movement."Look at you,

Mia;For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then he released my wrist and walked away without another word, disappearing into his office and closing the door firmly behind him.Round one to him.But I wasn't done. Not even close.---I spent the next hour being as distracting as possible. Walking past his office door multiple times. Bending over to "pick things up" right where he could see me if he looked out. Humming softly while I moved around the house.By ten AM, I decided to escalate.I knocked on his office door."I'm working," he called out."I know. I just need to grab something from the closet in here." A lie—there was nothing in his office closet I needed.He didn't respond, which I took as permission. I opened the door and walked in. He was at his desk, focused intently on his laptop screen, or pretending to be.I walked past him to the closet, making sure to brush against his chair. Then I opened the closet door and bent at the waist—legs straight, ass out—to "look" for s

Mia's POV; "Yes!" I gasped as he spanked me again, harder. "Please, Daddy, I need your cock inside me—" He spanked me five more times in quick succession, each strike harder than the last, until my ass was burning and I was whimpering into the counter. "Count the next ten," he ordered. "And thank me for each one." His hand came down hard. "One, thank you Daddy," I sobbed. Another strike. "Two, thank you Daddy." By the time we reached ten, I was a mess—tears streaming, ass on fire, pussy absolutely drenched and begging to be filled. "Good girl," he praised, soothing the abused skin with his palm. "You took your punishment so well. Now you get your reward." He lined himself up and slammed inside in one brutal thrust. I screamed into the counter, the stretch intense a

"Tell me what you want to do to me," I whispered, my hand working him from base to tip. "Tell me your fantasies. The things you've thought about late at night when Mom's asleep beside you."His eyes snapped open, blazing with desire. "You really want to know?""Every filthy detail."He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to look up at him. "I've thought about fucking this pretty mouth until you're gagging and crying. About bending you over every surface in this house and making you scream. About filling your pussy so many times you're overflowing with my cum. About making you call me Daddy while I wreck every hole you have."My pussy clenched at his words, wetness dripping down my thighs. "Then do it. Do all of it. We have all weekend."He pushed me back on the bed and climbed over me, settling between my spread thighs. But instead of entering me, he just rubbed his cock through my wetness, coating himself, teasing me."Please," I whimpered, trying to shift my hips to

Lily's POVI'm nineteen years old and still a virgin, and I'm so fucking tired of it.Not because I feel like I'm missing out on some magical experience, or because I'm embarrassed, or because of social pressure. I'm tired of it because every guy I've been with at college has been a complete disappointment. Fumbling hands, sloppy kisses, zero technique, and an alarming lack of understanding about female anatomy. The three times I'd let things progress past making out, the guys had lasted maybe two minutes before finishing and immediately falling asleep, leaving me frustrated and wondering what all the hype was about.I didn't want another disappointing experience with some boy who watched too much porn and thought jackhammering was good technique. I wanted someone who actually knew what they were doing. Someone experienced. Someone who could make my first time something worth remembering instead of something I'd rather forget.I wanted Cade.Cade Mercer. My older brother Tyler's best