All Chapters of YOURS, DADDIES : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I walked toward him on trembling legs. When I was close enough, he reached out and ran one finger down the front of my dress, from my collarbone to the hem, his touch barely there but enough to make me shiver."You wore what I told you to wear.""Yes, Daddy.""And underneath?""Nothing."His smile was slow and dangerous. "Show us."My hands went to the hem of my dress. I pulled it up slowly, revealing my bare pussy to all four of them.Marcus groaned. "Fuck, look at her. Already wet.""Soaked," Eric agreed, his grin widening. "Our girl's been thinking about this all week, haven't you, baby?"I nodded, not trusting my voice."I want to hear you say it," David ordered. "Tell us what you've been thinking about.""I've been thinking about you," I whispered. "All of you. About what you'd do to me tonight.""And what did you imagine?" James asked quietly from his spot by the window."I imagined you using me. All of you at once. I imagined not being able to walk tomorrow because you fucked m

They're getting greedier.It's not enough anymore to take turns with me. To pass me between them like a toy they're sharing. They want more. Want me in ways I didn't even know were possible until they started whispering about it between thrusts—promises of what they'd do to me next time, threats of how thoroughly they planned to wreck me, descriptions of acts that should've terrified me but instead made me clench around whoever was inside me at that moment.And god help me, I wanted it too.I'd spent the entire week since last Friday in a haze of constant arousal. Monday morning I'd sat in my sociology lecture with Marcus's bruises still visible on my inner thighs, remembering how it felt to have all four of them inside me in various combinations throughout the night. Tuesday I'd touched myself in the bathroom between classes thinking about David's controlled thrusts and the way he'd called me a good girl when I begged. Wednesday I'd nearly come just from the memory of James's quiet i

My breath caught. "I—I don't know—""Yes, you do." David's hand cupped my face gently. "You can take it. We'll make sure of it. Trust us.""I trust you," I whispered."Good girl."I felt myself being moved—lifted slightly, positioned differently. Someone slid underneath me and I was lowered onto their cock. David, I thought, based on the size and the controlled way he guided me."That's it," he murmured. "Sit on Daddy's cock. Take it all."I sank down onto him, my pussy still sensitive from being edged for so long. He filled me completely and I thought that was it, that was all I could take.Then I felt hands on my ass, spreading me open. Felt something cool and slick—lube—being dripped onto my asshole. Felt a finger pressing against that tight ring of muscle."Wait—" Panic flared again. "I've never—""We know," Marcus said from behind me. "That's why we're going to go slow. Prepare you properly. Make sure you can take it."The finger pushed inside, just the tip at first. The sensatio

My hands shook as I pulled off my clothes again. When I was naked, David walked toward me slowly, like a predator approaching prey."You almost got us caught," he said quietly. "You almost destroyed everything because you can't control yourself. Can't wait for Daddy's cock without making noise, without being obvious.""I'm sorry—""Sorry isn't good enough." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the couch. "You're going to be punished. And you're going to take it. Understand?""Yes, Daddy."He sat down and pulled me over his lap in one smooth motion. Before I could process what was happening, his hand came down hard on my ass.I yelped."Count them," he ordered. "And thank me for each one."Another strike, harder than the first."One. Thank you, Daddy."Again. The sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoed through the room."Two. Thank you, Daddy."He spanked me twenty times. By the tenth strike I was crying. By the fifteenth I was begging. By the twentieth I was a sobbing mess dra

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine—not rough, but claiming. When he pulled back, Eric took his place, kissing me deeply while his hands tangled in my hair.Then James, his kiss slow and devastating. Then David, controlled but intense.They passed me between them, each kiss a promise, each touch a reminder of what we had."Strip her," David ordered, and multiple hands made quick work of my clothes until I stood naked in the center of the room."On the floor," Marcus said. "On your back."I lay down on the soft rug they'd apparently placed there specifically for this. For me.David knelt beside me, his hand stroking my face gently. "We're going to show you what you mean to us. Show you what it's like to be completely ours. And then you're going to decide."Before I could respond, Marcus was between my legs, his mouth on my pussy. I gasped, my back arching as his tongue found my clit.At the same time, Eric positioned himself by my head. "Open," he ordered, and I obeyed, takin