Alle Kapitel von ALL YOURS, DADDY: Kapitel 311 – Kapitel 320

Ryker switched to the other breast, sucking harder. His free hand slid down my stomach, slow, teasing. Fingers dipped under the waistband of my panties. He groaned when he felt how wet I was.“Jesus, Madison. You’re dripping.” Two fingers slid through my folds, spreading the slickness, circling my clit without quite giving me what I needed. My hips jerked forward, chasing his touch.He pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to my mouth. “Taste how bad you want this.”I hesitated. He pushed them past my lips anyway. I sucked obediently, tasting myself on his skin. Salty-sweet. Humiliating. Hot.“Good girl,” he praised, and I felt it in my pussy like a pulse.The door opened behind us.Victor stepped in. He didn’t knock. He just walked in like he owned the air in the room. His eyes took in everything—me almost naked, wrists tied, Ryker’s fingers still wet from my mouth. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.“Starting without me, son?” His voice was calm, but there was hea

Ryker’s cock was still buried deep inside me, thick and pulsing. My pussy squeezed around him like it never wanted to let go. Victor’s hand stayed loose around my throat, his thumb stroking the side of my neck like he was calming a scared animal. But his eyes were anything but calm. They burned.“Good girl,” Ryker said, voice rough. He gave one slow thrust that made me whimper. “you're stuck with us now. No more distractions.”Victor nodded once. “Good. Because I want to hear every sound she makes tonight.” He leaned in and kissed me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth the same way his son was claiming my pussy. When he pulled back, his lips brushed my ear. “You’re going to call us both Daddy while we fuck you. Understand?”“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. The word felt dirty and right at the same time. My cheeks burned, but my hips rocked back against Ryker, begging for more.Victor smiled, dark and satisfied. “That’s my good girl.”He stood up, lifting me off his lap like I weighed nothing

Sunlight hit my face and I groaned, trying to roll over. Every muscle in my body ached in the best and worst ways. My pussy felt swollen. My ass throbbed. There was dried cum on my thighs and between my breasts. I smelled like sex and both of them.Strong arms pulled me back against a hard chest. Victor’s voice rumbled low in my ear. “Morning, baby girl.”Ryker’s hand slid up my leg from the other side, fingers tracing through the mess they left on me last night. “She’s still leaking. Good.”I blinked my eyes open. We were in Victor’s big bed. The sheets were wrecked. I didn’t even remember how we got here after the study. Just flashes of them carrying me, still hard, still touching me.My body reacted anyway. A fresh wave of heat pooled between my legs even though I was sore as hell.Victor kissed the back of my neck. “How do you feel?”“Used,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse from moaning and choking on them.Ryker chuckled and pushed two fingers into my pussy without warning. I gas

The black dress Victor picked out for me was sinful. Short, tight, silky. It hugged my tits and barely covered my ass. No bra. No panties. Just a small silver plug they pushed into my ass before we left, filled with their cum from earlier. Every step made it shift inside me and sent sparks up my spine.“You look like a rich man’s whore,” Ryker whispered in my ear as we walked into the fancy restaurant. His hand stayed on my lower back, possessive. “Our whore.”Victor walked on my other side, calm and powerful in his dark suit. “Be good tonight. Smile. Keep your legs open under the table. And don’t you dare come without permission.”My face burned but my pussy was already wet again. The plug made me feel so full. So dirty. Like I was carrying their claim with me in public.The host led us to a private dining room in the back. Dim lights. Heavy curtains. A long table with white cloth. One man already sat there. Older, maybe fifty, with cold eyes and a scar across his cheek. Marco. The g

Victor didn’t waste time. The next evening, we drove to Marco’s place — a big modern house on the edge of the city with heavy gates and too many guards. I sat in the back seat between Victor and Ryker again, wearing another tiny dress. This one was red. Short. Easy to pull up. No underwear. The plug was back in my ass, smaller this time, but still full of their cum from a quick fuck before we left.“You behave,” Victor said, hand on my thigh. “Marco gets a taste. Nothing more. We stay in the room the whole time. He touches what we say he can touch.”Ryker squeezed my other thigh. “And you keep your eyes on us when he’s inside you. Remember who you belong to.”My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my throat. Part of me was terrified. Marco looked like the kind of man who broke things. But another part — the dark, wet, aching part they’d woken up — was throbbing at the idea. Being watched. Being used to pay even more debt.Marco met us at the door with a drink in his hand and that scar