All Chapters of Forbidden Daddy Desires: Steamy MM : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I adjusted the sleeves of my five thousand dollar blazer as I stepped out of the elevator and onto the penthouse floor of Vane Industries. The air was silent and heavy with the scent of ozone and expensive cologne. I was here to save my father's legacy and fix the mistake that had ruined our family name overnight. That was what I told myself until the heavy double doors of the boardroom swung open. Silas Vane did not look like a businessman. He looked like a predator who had decided to wear a suit for a laugh. He was forty years old and built like a heavyweight boxer with a gaze that felt like a physical weight on my skin. He was sitting at the head of a mahogany table that could seat fifty people but he was alone. The room was cold and the floor to ceiling windows showed the city skyline stretching out like a kingdom he already conquered. "Sit down Julian," he said. His voice was a low and gravelly rumble that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I did not sit. I marched

The boardroom was no longer empty. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the sharp tang of anxiety. Twelve men sat around the mahogany table and every single one of them had once called my father a friend. Now they sat in the presence of Silas Vane like subjects before a king. And I was the king's new pet. I stood exactly two steps behind Silas’s high back chair. I was stripped of my blazer and my pride. My white dress shirt felt thin and vulnerable without the protection of my suit jacket. The leather collar was a heavy weight around my neck and the silver ring caught the harsh light of the overhead LEDs. I could feel the eyes of the directors darting toward me and then away. They saw the red marks on my jaw where Silas had gripped me. They saw the way the leather bit into my throat. Silas did not acknowledge me. He sat with his legs crossed and his large hands resting on the table. He looked entirely satisfied. "Let us begin," Silas said and his voice carried a

Marcus did not hesitate anymore. The humiliation of the situation seemed to have snapped something inside him. He began to strip and his movements were frantic as he threw his jacket and tie onto the floor. Silas stood at the head of the table and his arms crossed as he watched us with the eyes of a man who had won everything. Marcus climbed onto the table and forcing my legs wide and pinning them against his shoulders. He looked down at me and his eyes were dark with a mixture of love and a newfound and jagged cruelty. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the mahogany until my ass was hanging off the side. "If this is the only way I get to have you Julian then I’m taking every second of it," Marcus growled. He didn't use any oil. He used his own spit and the slickness Silas had already forced out of me. He spit onto his palm and rubbed it over his thick and pulsing length before driving into me with a sudden and heavy thrust that made me scream into the empty boardroom.

Warning: Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, power exchange, physical punishment, and group sexual dynamics (MMeF). Reader discretion is strongly advised. The car ride to the Vane estate was a silent blur of city lights and the rhythmic clicking of the leash against my chest. Silas did not speak, and he did not touch me. He simply sat in the back of the darkened Maybach, his eyes fixed on the tablet in his lap while I knelt on the floor at his feet. The leather of the collar was starting to chafe, and the silver ring felt like a lead weight. Every time the car hit a bump, the ring jerked against my throat, a constant reminder that I was no longer a man but a transaction. I could feel the heat radiating from his polished shoes, a reminder of the power he held over my family's survival. When the car finally stopped, we were in front of a massive iron gate that opened into a sprawling fortress of glass and black stone. Silas stepped out and gave the leash a

He was thrusting with a force that made our bodies slide across the slick stone bench. Elena was a mess of sweat and tears, her juices flooding my face as I worked her, the heat of Silas's entry into her pulsing against my lips. Silas reached forward and grabbed my cock, jerking it with a rhythmic, punishing speed while he continued to ruin Elena. He squeezed the head of my cock until I saw stars, then forced me back into Elena's heat. "Look at him, Elena!" Silas roared, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look down at me. "Look at the boy you tried to steal while he tastes your failure! Look at how he serves me by servicing you!" Elena was nearing her peak, her body corded with muscle as she fought the overwhelming pleasure of the punishment. Silas didn't let her stop; he shoved himself deeper into her, his balls slapping against her while I sucked on her nipples, pulling at them until she shrieked. I was drowning in them, the taste of Elena and the musk of Silas taking over my sen