All Chapters of Cheat On Him With Daddy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

While Emma flourished in her new life of complete submission and family, Mark’s world had quietly unraveled.He still lived in the original house, the same one where he had first claimed her in the basement. The rooms felt too large now, echoing with memories. The nursery he had built with such care for their first children stood mostly unused, filled with dust-covered toys and faded hopes. The basement, once the heart of their intense dynamic, was now locked and silent, a monument to what he had lost.Mark had tried to move on. He dated. He went to the gym religiously. He threw himself into work. But nothing filled the void. The women he met wanted normal dates, romance, equality. They recoiled from the intensity he craved. None of them could match the total, eager surrender Emma had given him. None of them called him Daddy with that perfect mix of fear and devotion. None of them leaked milk while begging to be bred and broken.He kept indirect tabs on her through mutual friends and

The final, irrevocable step in Emma’s journey came on a crisp autumn morning. The sky outside the lawyer’s private office was the deep blue of a clear October sky, the kind that promised frost on the grass and the faint scent of fallen leaves carried on the breeze. Inside, the room was quiet and professional, its walls lined with tall oak bookshelves that held leather-bound legal volumes and framed certificates of authority. Sunlight filtered through the half-closed blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the polished mahogany table where the documents lay spread out like sacred relics waiting to be claimed.Emma sat between Jax and Marcus, her posture straight but her body language one of complete surrender. She wore a modest, elegant dress of soft dove-gray wool that skimmed her curves without drawing attention to the heavy steel collar locked securely around her throat. The thick, rubber-plugged harness beneath it was designed to hide nothing; the plug, a realistic silicon toy

Emma’s first major international trip with Jax and Marcus was a month-long journey across Europe, a celebration of their growing family and her complete ownership. They traveled in luxury, with carefully planned private suites in the most beautiful cities. Emma’s pregnant belly was prominent now, her body soft, fertile, and constantly leaking. She wore the discreet day collar in public and the heavy steel one in private, along with her piercings that kept her in a state of low-level arousal.The flight from New York to Paris was the first of many long-haul journeys, but Emma barely noticed the miles. Jax and Marcus had secured the entire private jet, a custom Gulfstream G650ER branded in their signature black and gold. Emma sat between them, her swollen belly resting on her lap like a living trophy. The steel collar around her throat hummed faintly, a reminder that even at thirty thousand feet she belonged to them. She wore the heavy steel one, the one with the engraved “Property of J

Emma knew she had fucked up the moment the words left her mouth.It was a small rule, one of the foundational ones Jax and Marcus had drilled into her since the beginning of their ownership: she was never to touch her own pussy without explicit permission, especially not when she was alone with the children napping upstairs. The discreet vibrating plug they had inserted that morning was meant to keep her on edge, a constant reminder of her place. But the conversation with Leo earlier in the week had left her aching for days. The taboo thrill of explaining her submission to their innocent son had soaked her panties and left her clit throbbing behind the piercing. The memory of his wide eyes and the way he had asked about “Mommy’s special parts” had replayed in her mind like a filthy film, making her thighs clench every time she walked past the basement stairs.Alone in the kitchen while the twins napped and Leo played quietly in the playroom, Emma had given in. Just a few desperate cir

The camera was already set up on a tripod in the center of the basement playroom when Emma was led downstairs.She wore nothing but the heavy steel collar locked around her throat, the short chain leash trailing between her full, leaking breasts, and the thick plug seated deep in her ass. Her pregnant belly enormous now with the twins rested heavily against her thighs as she knelt on the padded mat Jax had placed for her. Milk beaded at her pierced nipples and occasionally dripped onto the floor. Her body still carried faint marks from the previous week’s gangbang session, soft bruises on her hips and the lingering tenderness in her well-used holes.Jax adjusted the camera angle one final time while Marcus stood behind her, one hand resting possessively on her shoulder. The red recording light blinked on.“Look at the lens,” Jax said quietly. “Speak clearly. This is permanent.”Emma lifted her gaze. Her voice, when it came, was steady and soft, stripped of any hesitation.“My name is