All Chapters of Cheat On Him With Daddy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The basement door opened at seven-fifteen, the deadbolt turning with its usual final click. Emma was already on her back on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded cuffs that kept her knees bent and her hips tilted. The silver collar sat locked tight at her throat, the tag cool against her flushed skin. The thick silver plug Mark had inserted hours earlier still pressed heavy against the back wall of her pussy, the base shifted slightly from the way she had been lying. She had not been allowed to change it. She had not been allowed to touch it. The third baby had been born six weeks earlier, and now the body that had carried two others was ready to be used again immediately.Mark stepped in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He had been upstairs the entire time, working on the house while she recovered. Now the faint scent of the nursery paint still lingered in his clothes. He stripped without hurry, folding his shirt and slacks on the shelf, then crossed the room naked. Hi

The basement door opened at seven-forty, the deadbolt turning with its familiar finality. Emma was already on her back on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints that kept her knees bent and her ass lifted. The thick silver plug Mark had left in her the night before sat heavy and unremoved, the stainless base pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. The silver collar remained locked tight at her throat, the tag cool against her skin. She had not been allowed to touch it. She had not been allowed to change it. The third baby still sat soft and warm in her belly, making her body feel fuller, heavier than it had in weeks.Mark stepped in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He had been upstairs most of the day, gathering items for the family beach trip that would begin in three days. Now the faint scent of sunscreen and packed bags lingered on his clothes. He stripped without hurry, folding his shirt and shorts on the shelf, then crossed the room naked

The basement door opened at eight-thirty-two, the deadbolt turning with its usual final click. Emma was already on her back on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints that kept her knees bent and her hips tilted. The thick silver plug Mark had left in her the night before still sat heavy inside her, the stainless base pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. The silver collar remained locked tight at her throat, the tag cool against her skin. The third baby sat soft and warm in her belly, but tonight something felt different. Mark had come home early, eyes dark with news.He stepped in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He had been upstairs the entire time, waiting for the test results. Now the faint scent of coffee and printer paper still clung to his clothes. He stripped without hurry, folding his shirt and slacks on the shelf, then crossed the room naked. His cock was already thick and hard, the head glistening.He didn’t speak at first. He sim

The engine idled to a stop in the gym’s back lot, the engine ticking softly in the cool night air. Emma stepped out first, heels still on from the walk, the emerald dress now slightly wrinkled from the drive. The silver collar gleamed under the single security light, the tag cool against her throat. Mark followed, his hand at the small of her back guiding her toward the locked service door marked STAFF ONLY. The third baby kicked low in her belly, a soft reminder of the lives they were growing together, while the twins shifted higher, making her breasts feel heavier and fuller.Inside, the 24-hour gym was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the emergency exit sign above the pool. The mats gleamed under faint blue strips, the equipment still humming faintly from the day’s last users. Mark had called Jax and Marcus earlier texts about “gym play” that had them showing up within minutes. The three men waited in the reception area, already in their gym shorts, eyes darkening the mom

The basement door opened at ten-fifteen, the deadbolt turning with its familiar finality. Emma was already on her back on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints that kept her knees bent and her hips tilted. The thick silver plug Mark had left in her the night before still sat heavy inside her, the stainless base pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. The silver collar remained locked tight at her throat, the tag cool against her skin. The lower back still bore the faint glow of the temporary tattoo, the letters “Daddy’s Property” hidden just above the dimples, now warm and slightly raised from the intense session.Mark stepped in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He had been upstairs most of the day, clearing out the nursery closet for the third baby’s arrival. Now the faint scent of fresh paint and new sheets still clung to his clothes. He stripped without hurry, folding his shirt and slacks on the shelf, then crossed the room naked. His cock