All Chapters of Daddies Inferno: Tales of Dominance and Devotion: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

My legs moved before my brain could catch up. One second I was standing there, heart slamming against my ribs, and the next my knees were buckling, sinking down onto the cold, sticky tiles of the men’s bathroom floor. The filth registered somewhere in the back of my mind... God knows what was on these floors, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way he towered over me now, this massive stranger in his charcoal suit, trousers shoved down just enough to free that monstrous cock. It bobbed heavily right in front of my face, thick veins pulsing, the fat head already glistening with pre-cum.I gulped, hard. It was even bigger up close. Heavy. Intimidating. The kind of cock that made my virgin pussy clench in equal parts terror and desperate, aching need. How the hell is that supposed to fit in my mouth? My hands trembled as I stared at it, inches from my lips, breathing in that raw, masculine scent... musk and skin and something expensive underneath.He let out a low, almo

The banging on the door rattled through the tiny bathroom like thunder, each heavy fist making my heart slam against my ribs. “Open the fuck up! I know someone’s in there, you assholes!” The voice was pissed, male, slurred with whatever he’d been drinking all night. My pussy clenched hard around the thick cock still buried deep inside me, the sudden spike of fear twisting into something filthy and electric that made my walls flutter and drip even more.He didn’t stop. If anything, the stranger... my stranger, tightened his grip on my hip and drove into me harder, the wet slap of his hips meeting my ass cutting through the muffled bass from the club outside. His hand stayed clamped firmly over my mouth, fingers pressing just enough to muffle my whimpers while his other hand kept me pinned exactly where he wanted me, bent over the sink, dress rucked up, legs spread like a desperate slut who’d lost all sense of shame.“Shhh, baby girl,” he growled low and rough against my ear, his breat

The silence that followed our shared climax was heavier than the air itself, thick with the scent of sex, expensive cologne, and the crushing weight of a thousand secrets. I was still pinned against the glass, my legs trembling as they hooked around Miguel’s waist, the cold of the window a jarring contrast to the furnace of his body. He didn't pull out. He stayed deep, a permanent fixture inside me, pulsing with the aftershocks of a man who didn't just take what he wanted... he colonized it.“You’re shaking, little bird,” he murmured, his voice a dark, gravelly caress against my ear. His teeth grazed my lobe, a sharp nip that sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to my core. “Is it the cold? Or are you finally realizing that all the white lace in the world can’t hide the fact that you’re dripping with me?”“Miguel... the time...” I choked out, my hands clutching his shoulders. I could see the blurry reflection of my ruined hair in the glass. “The stylist will be here soon. Julia