All Chapters of Cheat On Him With Daddy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The ultrasound confirmed it on a quiet Tuesday morning.Four distinct heartbeats. Four growing bodies. Quadruplets.Emma sat on the examination table in the private clinic they always used, the heavy steel collar hidden beneath a soft scarf, her hands resting on the already dramatic curve of her abdomen. Jax stood on one side of her, Marcus on the other. Neither man spoke for a long moment after the technician left the room. They simply looked at the screen, then at her, then at each other.Marcus was the first to break the silence. His voice was low, almost reverent. “Four.”Emma’s breath caught. She had known her body was changing faster than with the twins. The nausea had been sharper. The pressure is lower. The constant, heavy ache in her pelvis had arrived weeks earlier than before. But hearing the number aloud still sent a deep, instinctive shiver through her.Jax’s hand settled over hers on her belly. “Can your body take this?”She met his eyes without flinching. “It belongs to

The final documents arrived by courier on a gray afternoon that matched the weight in Emma’s chest. The envelope was thick, official-looking, its seal unbroken until Marcus slit it with a letter opener on the kitchen island. Inside were the divorce papers thick legal sheets, signatures already prepared in the old name, the old marriage, the life she had already renounced on camera months earlier. Emma stood in the living room, the enormous curve of her quadruplets belly resting heavily against the table’s edge, the heavy steel collar locked at her throat catching the dim light. Jax stood to her left, Marcus to her right. Neither man rushed her. They simply watched as she placed her signature beside the places marked for the dissolution of everything that no longer mattered.When the final page was complete, Marcus gathered the papers, slid them into the prepared envelope, and set it aside for filing. The divorce was finished. On paper, the woman she had once been no longer existed as

It began as a low, constant ache.By the final weeks of the quadruplets pregnancy, Emma’s body had crossed an invisible threshold. The massive belly dominated every movement tight, restless, and so large she could no longer lie flat or walk more than a few careful steps without support. Her breasts remained heavy and leaky. The collar stayed locked. The domestic service continued in reduced form: she still cooked when she could stand long enough, still folded laundry while seated, still presented herself for use whenever Jax or Marcus indicated. But underneath the physical strain of carrying four, something sharper had taken root.She needed them inside her.Not simply wanted. Needed.The first clear sign came on a quiet mid-morning. Jax and Marcus had both been occupied with work calls for several hours. Emma had been resting on her side in the reinforced armchair, belly supported by pillows, attempting to focus on the soft tasks they had given her. Within ninety minutes the ache sta

The decision to go semi-public was made with the same deliberate care they applied to every permanent layer of Emma’s ownership.Jax and Marcus chose the circle carefully: a private, invitation-only network of experienced dominant couples and triads who already understood power exchange, breeding dynamics, and absolute discretion. These were not casual acquaintances or online strangers. They were people who had known Jax and Marcus for years, who had seen the evolution of their household from a distance, and who could be trusted to respect both the collar and the extreme pregnancy Emma currently carried.The first announcement took place at a closed dinner held in a private residence outside the city. No phones. No recordings. Strict confidentiality agreements already in place among the guests.Emma was prepared with precision.She wore a long, elegant maternity dress in deep black that draped over the massive curve of her quadruplets belly without attempting to hide it. The heavy ste

The house was locked down, the children asleep under the care of the overnight nanny they trusted for these rare full-length nights. Every light in the basement playroom had been set to a low, focused glow. The reinforced platform was layered with absorbent padding and the specialized wedges required to support Emma’s body at this stage of the quadruplets pregnancy. The massive belly dominated the space tight, restless, and so large that ordinary positions had long since become impossible. Milk already leaked in thin streams from her pierced nipples. The heavy steel collar sat locked at her throat, dual-name tag gleaming. She had been left empty for the maximum interval her addiction could tolerate. By the time Jax and Marcus led her downstairs on the short leash, she was trembling with need.They did not begin gently.Marcus clipped the leash to the overhead point and positioned her on her knees with the belly carefully cradled by a contoured support. Jax stepped in front of her and