All Chapters of Yes, Daddies: Submitting to the four brothers.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RILEY. I stare at him. I can’t do that. I know I can’t. But, my body is already shivering with pure, sick excitement. I want to tell him the money isn’t worth this, but the lie tastes like ash in my mouth because I want the money. And not just the money…. I want whatever the fuck he is about to do to me even more. He extends one hand, and a short black leather crop, a pair of heavy nipple clamps connected by a thin chain, a thick vibrating butt plug, and a small, powerful clit suction toy appear in his palm like he simply decided they should exist. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? In his other hand, there is a sturdy black collar and a matching leash. On his face, a smile that makes me feel as though I’m about to be reduced to something completely and utterly beneath me. “On all fours.” He orders, and I want to refuse, but my body drops to the carpet before the thought finishes. My tits hang heavy, my ass is in the air, and my cunt is so open and wet I can feel cool air kissing

The space fell so silent that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard, and just as suddenly, laughter and relieved chatter filled the air around the medical tent as the nurses clustered near Alex, their voices overlapping in a warm, grateful wave. One of the nurses couldn’t help but rush over to Alex, a bright smile on her face. It was the nurse who had wanted to pull the rod out before they started treatment. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and she grabbed his forearm gently, her eyes shining with tears she refused to let fall. “Doctor Alex, I… thank you…. I was going to… and…. Oh my god! You saved him. You really saved him.” Another nurse, younger with wide eyes still wide from the ordeal, stepped closer, wiping her bloody hands on her apron. “We all thought it was over.” The nurse said. “We were already thinking about how we’d tell his family, how we’d prepare the body. The bleeding, that pole sticking out… it looked impossible….” Her voice trailed off as she looke

ENZO DE-LUCA. “Fuckkk.” I growled, my left hand tightening around the steering wheeled as my head lulled forward until it was resting on the wheel. My right hand was still wrapped around my cock that was slowly going soft, and I let out another heavy sigh, my chest heaving with every breath I took. My vision was hazy, and my heart so full that I thought my ribcage was starting to get too small for it. A small smile tugged at the side of my lips as I stared at my phone screen. Maeve was lying completely spent on the bed, her legs spread widely, I could also hear her heavy breathing and with my gaze fixed on the wet bedsheets, it took every single thing I had in me to not drive back to her place. Smiling, I took a picture of the mess I made in my car and attached it to the next message I was going to send to her. My heart was racing, my breathing paced. Me: *attachment* Look what you did. I hit send as soon as I typed the message and seconds later, her typing bubble appeared befo

Pulling her closer to me, I pressed my mouth against her forehead as I responded to her that I loved her just as much as she loved me, if not more. The spell was effective and she didn’t seem like she knew about anything, nothing felt out of place to her and I couldn’t hold back my smile. I’d thought that things were going to at least seem so out of place to her that I was going to have to explain things to her but it wasn’t like that at all. My stomach growled and we both started laughing as I got out of bed with her, “I think we really need to take a shower before breakfast.” I said and she laughed before nodding. “We smell horrible,” she agreed with me as we both made our way into the bathroom, “who knows, maybe something interesting can happen in there.” She finished. I knew what she was talking about, from the little role playing session that we had yesterday, I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Hazel wanted more even after reaching orgasm this morning. “Maybe.” I smiled,

MARIAN.The silence that settles in the living room is eerie, I can practically feel my heart pounding so hard against my ribs as though it’s on the verge of ripping through it and abandoning me to my own problems.The loud ringing in my ears is incessant, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t hear anything else after what Tristan had just said—something that doesn’t seem to make much sense to me.I look at Malcolm on the floor, he’s not moving, and there’s no blood. That should be good, shouldn’t it? But for some reason, it doesn’t calm me as much as I expected.What if he suffers from internal head injury, what if the bleeding is internal. The last thing I want is to go to jail for a man I don’t care about, and most importantly, dragging four innocent men into my mess.What are they even doing here? They shouldn’t have come, I would have taken help from any other person.‘Get a grip on yourself!’ I mentally yell at myself, but no matter how hard I try, it’s almost as though my brain