All Chapters of Cry For Daddy My Forbidden Stepbrother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61: New City, New Rules

The move to the new city was strategic.After consolidating power following the Blackthorn war, Damien wanted a fresh stronghold a gleaming tower in the heart of a bustling metropolis where no one knew their full history. Their new home was a sprawling luxury penthouse on the 62nd floor, all glass walls, marble floors, and panoramic views of the glittering skyline. The fortress by the ocean had served its purpose, but here they could live openly again as the wealthy couple with the growing family.Raven was seven months pregnant with their third child, her belly even larger and heavier than the last time. The permanent black leather collar still sat locked around her neck, a constant reminder of her status.The first night in the penthouse, after the movers and staff had left, Damien didn’t even let her settle in.It was well past midnight. The city below sparkled like diamonds scattered across black velvet. Raven stood on the expansive private balcony wearing only the collar and a sh

Chapter 62: Empire Wife

The new city was beginning to feel the weight of Damien’s presence. In just three weeks since their arrival, he had already absorbed two smaller syndicates, bought out a chain of legitimate shipping companies to launder money through, and placed loyal men in key positions across the underworld. The penthouse wasn’t just their home anymore; it was the nerve center of a growing empire. Damien had converted the entire 61st floor into offices, meeting rooms, and secure vaults. From here, he planned to consolidate everything.Raven stood beside him during the important meetings now, playing the role of the perfect trophy wife. At seven months pregnant with their third child, her body was impossible to ignore. Her belly was massive, round, and heavy, stretching every designer dress he bought her. The permanent black leather collar around her neck was always visible, though most people assumed it was some edgy fashion statement from a rich, eccentric couple. Only those closest to Damien knew

Chapter 63: Mark’s Denial

Emma sat on the edge of the bathroom sink at 7:48 a.m., one leg hooked over the edge, the other planted firmly on the tiled floor. The thick black plug in her ass had been swapped for a fresh, heavier silicone one just before they left the bedroom Jax’s idea, left inside her the whole drive to the corner store and the short walk back. Her belly, now at twenty-four weeks, rested heavy against her inner thigh, the dark line of stretch marks catching the fluorescent light like a map of every change she’d chosen. The silver collar rested against her throat under the open collar of her robe, the tiny bell silent for now. Milk still leaked in slow, warm trails down her inner arms, the heavy training from yesterday making every small movement feel deliberate.She dialed the number from the bathroom extension, the phone propped on a rolled towel so the camera angled just right. Jax had left the laptop open on the kitchen counter downstairs, Marcus in the truck waiting at the curb. The call co

Chapter 64: Basement Living

The basement door clicked shut behind Mark with the finality of a vault sealing. Emma’s knees stayed locked in place for a full minute, the thin line of the plug still humming against her. The collar circled her throat like a second heartbeat. She stood, legs trembling, and walked down the four worn steps, each one deliberate. The concrete floor was cool against her bare soles. The air carried the faint, familiar scent of mildew and old cardboard boxes that had been here longer than either of them could remember.She moved to the far corner where the futon lay. The mattress was bare, sheets stripped weeks ago in preparation for this. She lowered herself onto it, felt the weight settle between her thighs, and reached back to grasp the base of the plug. The rubber gave a little under her grip. She tugged once, twice, then slid it free in one smooth motion. The emptiness that followed was immediate, sharp, and exactly as it should have been.Mark had texted at seven: *Sleep plugged unti

Chapter 65: Public Mall Risk

Mark’s key turned in the lock at seven sharp. The basement door swung inward, light spilling down the stairs in a soft golden rectangle. Emma was still on the futon, legs parted, the spot between her thighs glistening from the earlier hours of waiting. She didn’t move. She simply looked up at him, the collar tight against her throat, her hair loose and tangled from the pillow.He stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and locked it with the familiar click. The sound echoed once and then the basement felt smaller, sealed, theirs. Mark crossed the three steps in two strides and stopped in front of her. He didn’t speak right away. He simply reached down, hooked two fingers under the hem of her sweatpants, and tugged them slowly down her legs until they pooled around her knees.“Fresh,” he said, voice low. “Been wearing it all day?”Emma nodded once. The words *Emma is yours* were still fresh on her tongue from the night before, but she kept them inside. She didn’t need to say them out

Chapter 66: Third Baby Announcement

The basement door opened at 10:12, the soft click echoing across the concrete like a starting gun. Emma was already on the futon, legs folded beneath her, the thin blanket pulled over her lap. Mark stepped in, closed it behind him, and locked the deadbolt with the precise turn she knew so well. He didn’t speak at first. He simply walked straight to the futon, dropped to one knee, and looked up at her from that angle the one that always made her chest tighten.“Up,” he said.She unfolded herself and rose, the mattress springs creaking under her weight. Mark stood, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it aside. His shirt followed, buttons popping open one by one until his chest was bare and the faint scar on his collarbone caught the light. He reached for the hem of her tank top and tugged it upward. The fabric caught on her breasts; he had to peel it over her head. The collar stayed exactly where it had been the night before locked, heavy, permanent.“Lie back,” he ordered.Emma eas

Chapter 67: Cuckold Date Night

The basement door clicked open at seven-fifteen exactly. Emma was already dressed in the deep emerald-green dress Mark had chosen for her soft silk that skimmed her curves and stopped just above the knee, the neckline cut low enough to show the thin silver band of the collar. She had left her hair loose, the waves still damp from the quick shower he had ordered. Her feet were bare; the thick silver ankle bracelet he had locked on earlier clinked softly when she shifted her weight.Mark stood in the doorway, black suit jacket open, shirt unbuttoned at the collar to show the faint scar there. His eyes moved over her slowly, taking in every detail. The collar, the dress, the way her nipples had already tightened against the silk from the thought of what was coming. He didn’t speak. He simply crossed the room, cupped her chin, and tilted her face up.“Remote is in your purse,” he said. “Jax has it. You will stay exactly as you are until I tell you to move.”Emma’s pulse jumped. She had ex

Chapter 68: Home Birth Fantasy

The basement door opened at eight-forty-seven, the low hum of the upstairs lights spilling down the stairs like a faint promise. Emma was already on her back on the futon, knees drawn up and held open by the thick leather cuffs Mark had clipped to the four heavy eye bolts hidden in the frame. The thick silver plug he had used earlier that day still sat buried deep, the heavy base pressing firmly against her. She had not removed it. She had not been allowed to. The collar stayed locked tight, the tag cool against her throat.Mark stepped inside, closed the door, and turned the deadbolt with a single, deliberate click. His shirt was already open, sleeves rolled to the elbows. He crossed the room slowly, boots echoing on the concrete, and stopped at the foot of the futon. His eyes moved over her collar, cuffs, the way her breasts rose and fell with every controlled breath.“Tonight we’re home,” he said, voice low and even. “You’re delivering our baby on the marital bed. The real bed upst

Chapter 69: Neighbor Discovery

The basement door opened at eleven-seventeen, the single bulb above the stairs still burning low. Emma was on her back again, cuffs locked to the headboard, legs stretched wide by the leather straps. The thick silver plug Mark had left in her earlier that evening had been replaced by the new one an even heavier stainless base that pressed insistently against her. The collar stayed exactly where it always did, locked tight, the tag resting cool against her skin. She had not been allowed to remove it all night.Mark stepped in, closed the door, and turned the deadbolt with a single sharp click. He had been upstairs the whole time, working in his home office on a contract that had kept him away longer than usual. Now the house was silent except for the distant hum of the refrigerator. He crossed the room without a word, stripped out of his shirt and slacks, and stood naked at the foot of the futon. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed.He didn’t speak. He simply climbed onto the

Chapter 70: Full Submission Contract

The basement door opened at ten-oh-four, the deadbolt clicking into place with the same finality it always carried now. Emma was already on her knees in the center of the futon, the thick leather cuffs locked around her wrists and pulled tight to the eye bolts in the headboard. The silver collar sat heavy at her throat, the tag cool against her skin. She had arrived with the plug already inside her another new one, even heavier, the stainless base sitting deep and pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. Her legs were spread wide by the padded restraints that kept her knees bent and her ass lifted slightly off the mattress. She had not been allowed to remove anything. She had not been allowed to speak unless spoken to.Mark stepped in, closed the door, and turned the overhead light to its lowest setting. He stripped without hurry, folding his clothes neatly on the shelf beside the stairs before crossing the room naked. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed, the

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