All Chapters of Cheat On Him With Daddy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The archive had been growing for years, its shelves of encrypted drives swelling like a second, darker family. Every major threshold of Emma’s ownership had been recorded and preserved with clinical precision: the original surrender testament, the night she burned the old wedding photographs while they fucked her on the altar platform, the private collaring wedding where she took their names aloud in a ceremony dripping with cum, the first formal public claim at the underground club, the monthly breeding rituals that had produced their first eight children, the installation of the permanent ownership tattoos, the formalization of the constant-use rule, and dozens of smaller, intimate degradations that Jax and Marcus had chosen to preserve for maximum psychological leverage. The files were encrypted with layered security, meticulously organized by date and psychological impact, and stored on a dedicated system accessible only to the two of them. No outsiders would ever see. Only them.

The heavy steel collar had been the foundation for years. It had locked at her throat through pregnancies, public claims, rituals, and the entire architecture of her slavery. But it was still, in the strictest sense, removable by the men who held the key. Jax and Marcus decided that the final form of the collar should remove even that theoretical gap.The new piece was commissioned in complete secrecy. The request had been made in a single whispered exchange in the dead of night, after a particularly tender aftercare scene in which Emma had cried herself to sleep between them, her body marked and claimed in every way that mattered. Jax had simply said, “No more keys. No more gaps.” Marcus had smiled against her shoulder and agreed without hesitation. The commissioning brief had been precise and merciless: seamless, high-polish band of pale gold-toned metal, slender enough to read as refined jewelry at a glance, yet substantial enough to carry unmistakable weight. The inner surface was

The confirmation came on a quiet mid-morning in the breeding room, the kind of hush that only ever settled when the most profound surrender of the marathon was imminent. Sunlight slanted through the high, narrow windows in golden bars, catching on the polished steel of the central cradle. Emma knelt inside it, her naked body the only thing that had been allowed in that space for months. The eternal gold-toned collar sat locked at her throat, its weight a constant reminder of ownership that could never be removed. The chastity belt thick, heavy, and sealed with the same matte finish as her nipple clamps held a heavy silicone plug deep inside her, stretching her in ways that had become routine yet never numb. The ownership tattoo *Property of Jax & Marcus* curved over her lower belly like a brand of pride and surrender, its letters still crisp and permanent.Milk beaded at her nipples, small silver droplets that trembled whenever her breath caught. Under the speech restriction she remai

The house was full and quiet in the particular way it only became after the older children were asleep and the youngest were settled under the night staff’s care in the far wing. The new property held them all without strain. Downstairs the dedicated rooms waited nursery alcoves already fitted with reinforced padding and monitoring cameras, playrooms stocked with toys that doubled as ritual tools, and a private medical suite where any sudden needs could be addressed without disturbing the main floor. Tonight, however, Jax and Marcus brought Emma to the massive custom bed in the master suite instead.She sat on the edge of the mattress, naked, the eternal gold-toned collar locked permanently at her throat. The ownership tattoo *Property of Jax & Marcus* stretched across the lower curve of her once-again swollen belly, the ink still fresh from the last branding session, raised slightly so it could never be hidden. Milk beaded at her pierced nipples, heavy and aching, leaking in steady l

The message arrived through the attorney precisely at noon, delivered by secure courier to the estate’s private gate. Mark had requested a single, supervised conversation. No lawyers present for the discussion itself, but the meeting would take place at the property under Jax and Marcus’s control, with clear boundaries and an absolute end time. He claimed he needed closure. The attorney’s note made it plain that Mark had deteriorated since the last contact erratic, obsessive, still unable to accept that the woman he had been married to no longer existed in any form he could reach. His voice on the phone had cracked when the attorney relayed the request; he had sounded older than his years, hollowed out by grief and the slow erosion of denial.Jax and Marcus considered it in silence for a long time. They stood in the formal sitting room at the front of the house, the space neutral ground, far from the dedicated rooms, the eternal collar that now bound Emma’s throat catching the afterno