All Chapters of Daddies Inferno: Tales of Dominance and Devotion: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My body was still humming from the orgasm he'd ripped from me, my pussy clenching around nothing, craving more. The air in the living room was thick with the scent of us... my arousal, his sweat, the whiskey on his breath. I lay there on the couch, naked from the waist up, my nipples hard and wet from his mouth, my yoga pants soaked through with my own juices.He stood up, looking down at me with those dark, hungry eyes. His white button-down was wrinkled now, the top few buttons undone, revealing a patch of dark chest hair. His jeans were strained against the massive bulge between his legs, and I could see the outline of his cock pressing against the denim, demanding release."On your knees," he said, his voice low and commanding.I didn't hesitate. I slid off the couch, my bare knees hitting the carpet, my hands resting on my thighs as I looked up at him. The position felt natural, right, like I was exactly where I was supposed to be."Good girl," he said, and the praise sent a shiv

The shower had done little to wash away the memory of his touch.I stood under the hot spray for what felt like forever, letting the water cascade over my skin, trying to cool the heat that still burned beneath the surface. His cum had dried on my face, my breasts, my belly... a sticky reminder of what we'd done, of what we'd almost been caught doing.I scrubbed myself clean, but I couldn't scrub away the feeling of his hands on my body, his mouth on my nipples, his cock buried deep inside me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, heard his voice, felt the phantom ache of being stretched and filled.Three hours. It had been three hours since we'd scrambled up the stairs like teenagers stealing a moment, three hours since mom had walked in and nearly caught us in the act. I'd spent that time lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second in my mind.He'd almost cum inside me. He'd been right there, on the edge, ready to fill me with his seed. And then...I shiv

Three hours later, the house was dark and silent.I slipped out of my room, wearing nothing but a thin robe. My pussy was already wet in anticipation, my nipples hard against the silk. I crept down the stairs, avoiding the creaky step, and eased open the door to the garage.The light was off, but the motion sensor kicked on as I stepped inside, illuminating the space. Marvin stood by his car, a Ford sedan, his hands in his pockets. He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that did nothing to hide the bulge straining against the fabric.“You came,” he said.“I always come,” I said, letting the robe fall open.His eyes roamed over my naked body, hungry and worshipful. “Jesus Christ, Samantha.”“Stop talking,” I said, crossing to him. “Just fuck me.”I turned around and bent over the hood of the car, the cold metal biting into my palms. I spread my legs, looking back at him over my shoulder. “Is this what you wanted, Daddy? A naughty girl bent over like a whore?”He groaned, his hands

I stepped closer, my legs moving without my permission. The images were printed on glossy paper, pinned to a corkboard like a detective's case file. Pictures of me in the backyard, laughing at something on my phone. Pictures of me in the kitchen, reaching for a glass on the top shelf, my shirt riding up to expose a strip of bare skin. Pictures of me sleeping, my lips parted, my hair fanned out on the pillow.He'd been watching me for years.My hands trembled as I reached for the notebook lying open on the workbench. It was leather-bound, well-worn, the pages yellowed with use. The handwriting inside was neat, precise. Diego's handwriting.Entry #47: Today Anita wore a red sundress. She didn't wear a bra... I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. I spent the whole dinner imagining what it would be like to bend her over the table, to take her from behind while her mother watched. She smiled at me when I said the potatoes were good. She has no idea.I flipped to anot

I gasped, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth wood."Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "You're so tight. So goddamn perfect."He started to move, a steady rhythm that built slowly, each thrust pushing deeper, harder. The workbench creaked beneath us, and I could smell sawdust, sweat and sex. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear."This is what I've been planning," he whispered, his voice ragged. "This is what I've been waiting for. You, bent over my bench, taking my cock like a good little slut."I moaned, incoherent, my mind a haze of pleasure and shame."I'm going to fuck you every day," he continued, his thrusts growing faster. "I'm going to train you to take me whenever I want, wherever I want. And you're going to thank me for it."His hand snaked around to my clit, rubbing in tight circles. The pressure built inside me, coiling like a spring, and I felt myself hurtling toward release."Cum for me Anita," he gro