All Chapters of Forbidden Daddy Desires: Steamy MM : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The world came back into focus in slow, blurry increments. The first thing I was aware of was the smell. Sex. Sharp, salty, and overwhelmingly male. It was the scent of me and him, of sweat and cum and submission, clinging to the expensive leather of the sofa. The second thing was the feeling. A deep, satisfying ache in my ass, a dull throb that was a physical reminder of what he’d done to me. I was still bent over the arm of the sofa, my body limp and spent, my face pressed against the sticky, ruined leather. I could hear him moving behind me, the calm, rustling sounds of a man getting dressed. The slide of a zipper, the quiet click of a belt buckle. He wasn’t rushing. He was savoring the aftermath, the quiet hum of his victory. I pushed myself up, my muscles screaming in protest. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. I felt raw, exposed, and more vulnerable than I had ever been in my life. The lingerie, once a symbol of my secret rebellion, was now a ruined, tattered

My alarm went off at 6:30 AM, and I thought I was going to die. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, a very large, very well-endowed truck driven by a man named Mr. Sterling. The first conscious thought I had wasn’t about coffee or the soul-crushing commute ahead. It was about the plug. I shifted in bed, and the cool, heavy weight of it inside me sent a sharp, electric jolt straight to my already half-hard cock. I groaned, the sound muffled by my pillow. It was a constant, intrusive presence. A reminder. A claim. The second conscious thought was about the lingerie. I could feel it. The rough lace of the crotchless panties chafing against my sensitive skin, the tight grip of the suspender belt on my waist, the silky whisper of the stockings against my legs. I was a prisoner in my own body, trapped in a cage of lace and leather and his commands. I stumbled into the shower, the hot water a welcome relief against my aching muscles. I washed

I worked his cock with my mouth, my head bobbing up and down, my movements slow and steady, just like he’d taught me. I could feel his thighs tensing, hear the slight hitch in his breath when I did something he particularly liked. It was a power trip, a silent, secret conversation in the middle of a very public, very corporate conversation. He finally hung up the phone, letting out a long, low groan. His hand tightened in my hair, his hips starting to move, fucking my mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Fuck, yes,” he breathed. “Just like that. You’re such a good little cocksucker.” The praise made my own cock ache. I reached down to touch myself, desperate for relief. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” he snarled, his hand shooting out and grabbing my wrist, his grip like iron. He pulled my hand away and pinned it behind my back. “That’s mine. You don’t get to come until I say so.” He continued to fuck my mouth, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. I could feel him getting

The vibration intensified, becoming a deep, powerful thrum. It was a direct, targeted assault on my prostate. Pleasure, sharp and intense, shot through me. My whole body tensed. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white. My breathing hitched. “Dave?” Henderson’s voice cut through the haze of lust. “Are you getting this? The projections for Q3?” I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. I had to pull myself together. I had to. “Yes,” I said, my voice a strangled croak. I cleared my throat. “Yes, I’m getting it. A twelve percent increase, year over year.” Sterling increased the intensity again. The vibration was now a relentless, pulsing wave of pleasure. It was too much. I was going to come. I could feel the coiling heat in my groin, the tightening of my balls. I was on the edge, a sheer, terrifying drop. I squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body trembling. I was fighting a losing battle. I was going to embarrass myself in front of everyone. I was going to ruin my life. Just as I w

I held my breath, my eyes pressed to the slats in the door. My cock was throbbing, a painful, insistent beat. This was it. The research. The raw, unfiltered data. I unbuckled my jeans, pulling my own aching cock out. I was so hard it was almost purple, the tip already leaking pre-cum. I started to stroke myself, slowly, matching the rhythm of his hips against hers. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his voice a low rumble I could feel through the floor. “Show me,” she breathed, her hands already fumbling with his belt. My mouth went dry. He scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress. She landed with a soft giggle that turned into a moan as he crawled over her, caging her in. He stood over her for a moment, a predator admiring his prey, and slowly, deliberately, pulled his shirt over his head. His body was even better than the rumors. Broad shoulders, a chest t