All Chapters of Daddy's Dirty Pet ( Erotica collection): Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

ELIAS' POVI have wanted him ever since the first day I stepped foot in this mansion. My employer's husband.Damien.Something deep inside of me had shifted, on fire, the moment I saw him.How could it not?He was a tall handsome man.Damien carried himself elegantly as if the entire world belonged to him. Once I had caught him half naked while he was relaxing in the pool area and saw that his entire body was covered in tattoos.It had been so hard to look away.And I mightn't have if he had not turned and caught me staring at him.An apology had rolled off my lips before I turned and hurried away.Cheeks flushed.Cock hard.I knew it was dangerous.Staring at him.Wanting him.But I could not bring myself to stop thinking about what it would feel like to have those strong hands wrapped around me.And those thoughts had plagued me for the several weeks I've been working here.I couldn't leave.This was my dream job.I've always wanted to be in fancy kitchens cooking private dinners

ELIAS' POV What woke me up the next morning was the sharp sting in my ass when I rolled over. I winced because my body was still sore in places I did not want to think about. And the memory of Damien’s hands landing hard on my ass time and time again with his deep voice talking me through everything would not even leave my head. So I just lay in bed for a long time with my face up, staring at the white ceiling. A part of me instantly began to feel every guilt for letting it happen so fast. Another part of me felt excited in a way that scared me because I knew this was wrongBut I could not stop wanting more.When I tried to get out of bed, my ass burned every time I moved.I just gave up and fell back in bed with a deep sigh from the back of my throat.Let's not even talk about my throat.The rest of it felt too raw from taking all of his long, hard length down there.My knees were not an exception.Both of them still hurt from being in my knees while he fucked my throat raw.A

ELIAS’ POVMoving felt like torture as the space between my ass hurt like hell, but I couldn't deny that I would let him do it again. I would let him gag me. I would allow him fuck the senses of my head. Fuck the living day lights out of my soul. All these filled my head as I moved around the kitchen with a limpBut then, guilt started to seep into my soul. I couldn't help it. My thoughts were instantly filled with how I had gotten this job in the first place. I wouldn't have had the chance to cook in such a fancy place if it were not for Damien's wife. If she hadn't given me a chance to do so. I owed it to her.And she was a sweet woman as well. One who never made my life a living hell since I worked here. And here I was, repaying her kindness with my detestable actions. Shame engulfed me. As it should. Anytime I thought of how I let him cheat on her with me. This was so wrong. On so many levels. But why on earth did it feel right in a way that made my body light up with a warmth

Elias' POV The first thing I heard was the sound of the car driving into the house and I froze. Every cell in my system was shocked because I knew it could only be one person. My heart began to thrum like someone who was about to face a battle they hadn’t prepared for. And I knew who it was immediately. Damien's wife. She was back. I sat up immediately. But Damien held his hand over my shoulder. He pushed me back down. I stared at him in confusion. "Stay out boy." My eyes widened. “I have to go," I stammered. My eye lids fluttered. "I think your wife is back.” I was whispering. My body moved hurriedly. I was trying to get up again. But he stopped me again. A wince left my lips. I almost let out a sound of frustration. What was his problem? Was he blind? And deaf? “So what if she's back?” He asked me. The words were followed by a nonchalant shrug. I gaped at him in disbelief. “Sir! If she finds us like this, it would be improper!” I said with wide eyes.