Semua Bab Cheat On Him With Daddy: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Emma woke at 7:42AM with the familiar sticky warmth between her thighs and the heavy, aching pull in her chest. The baby monitor was quiet for once, no crying, no fussing. Mark was still asleep beside her, one arm slung over her waist, hand resting on the dark line of her belly like he always did when he thought she was just tired from the baby. She could feel the fresh plugs from last night still deep inside her, locked in place, keeping everything warm and full while the house smelled like sex and milk and the faint Thai takeout from the night before.She slipped out of bed without waking him, bare feet silent on the hardwood. The collar around her neck was cool now, the black silicone ring still on her finger like a promise. She didn’t bother with clothes just the robe and her leaking tits, already beading at the nipples through the thin fabric.The basement was waiting exactly as they’d left it last night. Marcus was sprawled on the couch with a fresh bottle of whiskey, Jax leani

Emma woke to the same heavy ache in her chest, but this time it wasn’t the cramp. It was something softer, like a slow drip of anticipation she couldn’t quite shake. The house was quiet upstairs Mark had already left for his early shift at the warehouse, the kind he always claimed was “just to keep the lights on.” She slipped out of bed without waking him, bare feet cold on the hardwood, and padded downstairs in nothing but the black collar and the thin silver chain that hung from it like a reminder. No ring today. She’d hidden that under the sink yesterday after the night at the park, when she’d decided the collar was enough for now.The kitchen smelled like coffee and the faint ghost of last night’s whiskey. She moved through her usual routine, but the plugs were already waiting on the counter two thick black ones, the same brand they’d used in the basement, still warm from her body. She’d left them in after the alley, hadn’t pulled them out, just let the silicone sit there while Ma

Emma felt the shift in the air the moment she stepped into the basement. The house was still, Mark long gone on another twelve-hour shift, the baby monitor silent upstairs. She didn’t knock just slipped through the door in the robe she’d worn to the corner store yesterday, the same one that had barely hidden the milk stains. The air smelled of fresh coffee and something sharper, like the tension that always preceded them.Marcus stood at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, laptop open. Two new laptops sat beside him, screens glowing. Kyle lounged on the couch, but he wasn’t alone. Three new names had been added since last week: Jax, Marcus’s cousin, and a quiet accountant they’d recruited from the warehouse payroll office. No big party. No flash. Just quiet, efficient control.“Sit,” Marcus said without looking up. His voice was calm, almost gentle. “We’re taking over the parts that matter.”Emma’s knees hit the rug. She dropped the robe. Her massive tits hung heavy, nipples alread

Emma woke at 3:07 a.m. to the sound of Mark’s breathing next to her, steady and exhausted, his hand still resting on the dark line of her belly like it could anchor her. The plugs were gone by now Marcus had pulled them out at 2:40 a.m. after the last drive home, leaving her aching and empty for the first time in weeks. She stared at the ceiling, chest tight, the familiar ache not from milk or stretch but from something heavier: the thought that had been circling her head for days. Leaving. Mark didn’t deserve this. The baby his son didn’t deserve the way she’d turned into a walking secret. But the thought that kept pulling her back was the one she hated most: maybe she didn’t deserve him anymore. Not after what she’d let Marcus and Jax do to her body, her mind, her money.She slipped out of bed without waking him, bare feet silent on the hardwood. The collar stayed on tonight, the silver chain cool against her throat. She went downstairs naked, the floor cold under her soles, and dro

Emma woke to the low rumble of Marcus’s truck outside the small apartment in the suburbs nothing fancy, just a two-bedroom they’d paid cash for after the auction on her old house. The baby monitor on the nightstand crackled softly with their son’s faint breathing, the same room Marcus had set up for the first child they’d conceived in the back of the truck. She was twenty-three weeks now, her belly round and heavy, the dark line of stretch marks still faint but proud under her skin. The silver collar rested against her throat like it had always belonged there, the chain ending in a tiny bell that jingled once when she rolled over.She slipped out of bed without waking them. Jax was sprawled on the other side, one arm thrown over her old sagging tits, while Marcus sat up against the headboard, laptop on his knees checking the new bank app. The balance was still hers technically but every deposit was a shared account now. No more hiding.“Morning, slut,” Marcus said, voice rough with sl