All Chapters of Maid For Daddies : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Law.The house was quiet when I returned, but something felt off.Molly’s door was open.I paused in the hallway, then stepped inside. There, in the center of the cage bed, was Billie.She was on her stomach, face buried in one of the pillows, slowly, desperately humping against another pillow below her stomach. The silky nightdress had ridden up her hips, exposing the bare curve of her ass and the slick shine between her thighs. Soft, needy little whimpers escaped her with every roll of her hips.The sight was both strangely funny and deeply sad at the same time.I walked into the cage, the barred door clicking shut behind me. She must have sensed me because she slowly turned her head, eyes glassy and unfocused. The scent of cinnamon and something sweeter, hit me immediately. She was drugged, badly.“Law…” she breathed, voice thick with arousal. “Please…”I sat on the edge of the bed and touched her arm gently. She moaned at the contact, arching into my hand like a cat in heat.“Fu

Billie.Still trembling from the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. My chest heaved as my mind felt beautifully hazy. Law straightened up between my legs, lips glistening with my come, smirking with satisfaction as he watched me try to catch my breath.Leon leaned back in his chair, sipping his pineapple. “What would you like for your reward?” he asked.I blinked, still dazed. “Reward?”“You obeyed my instruction at the church,” he said. “You didn’t react. So you get to choose something you want.”I slowly reached for my bra and slipped it back on, fingers still unsteady. My mind raced. They were actually offering me a reward. I cleared my throat. “Can I really ask for anything?”All three of them nodded.I took a deep breath, gulped air and breathed out. “I’d like one of you to finish what you started,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “Tonight. And… I’d like to guess who it was. If I guess wrong, I’m okay with whatever punishment you decide.”Sil

Billie.I couldn’t fucking sleep.All night I rolled around in that huge bed, pussy still throbbing from the memory of being used. I thought this nightdress would even make them want to tear it off and replay last night but nothing. How the hell was I still guessing them wrong? Three different ways they destroyed me. And my greedy body still couldn’t tell who owned it last night.By five a.m. I was up, grumpy and half-dead, shuffling into the kitchen in nothing but a tiny tank top and a short skirt with no panties. I’m not an early morning person. I set breakfast for the men ready to head back to sleep once done eating an Oreo. I’d just licked off the white cream when a hard, muscular body pressed right up against my back, pinning me to the counter. His thick cock nestled between my ass cheeks like it already belonged there.“Good morning, you filthy little wrong guesser,” Silas whispered hotly against my ear.I shivered hard. “M-morning…”He chuckled lowly and ground his massiv

Billie“Fuck… Law,” I moaned, eyes fluttering.“That’s it, beautiful,” he praised, starting a deep, rhythmic pace. “Look at me while I stretch you open. God, you feel incredible. So warm, so wet, gripping me like you were made for my cock.”He leaned down, kissing me deeply as he fucked me harder, the wet sounds of my pussy echoing with every thrust. His pelvis ground against my clit with every stroke, sending sparks through my entire body.“You’re so fucking pretty when you take me like this,” he whispered against my lips. “Eyes rolling back, lips parted, moaning my name. Good girl… such a good sexy baby.”I came again, clenching hard around him, crying out as pleasure flooded every nerve. He didn’t stop, just kept fucking me through it with deep, possessive strokes, praising me the whole time.He pulled out after my orgasm faded, flipped me over, and stood at the edge of the bed.“Bend over the end of the bed for me, baby. Ass up, spread those cheeks for me.”I obeyed eagerly, layi

Billie.I promised myself I wouldn’t go to any more events anytime soon. Not after that panic attack at Judy Sierra’s wake. The flames still felt too real.Leon had left hours ago for some business. The house was quiet. After a long nap that finally calmed my nerves, I threw myself into work — made dinner, folded laundry, anything to stay busy. When that wasn’t enough, I curled up with my phone and scrolled until I found a story titled Maid x mafia guy. The title alone made me smile. It instantly reminded me of that shy maid at the wake… and the way she looked at Baron.Later that night, I found myself drawn to the pool.It was my first time stepping near water since the lake accident. My chest felt tight as I stood at the edge, staring at the glowing blue surface. I needed this. I refused to let fear control me anymore. No more panic attacks and flashbacks ruling my life.I peeled off my maid uniform, then my pants and bra, leaving only my black lace panties. The cool night air ki