All Chapters of Daddies Inferno: Tales of Dominance and Devotion: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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My step father is a masochist #5

The week dragged like a slow bleed.Every day after school, I went to the basement. Every day, he pushed me further. My jaw ached constantly, my throat raw from choking on his cock, but I'd learned to take him deeper without gagging. I'd learned to breathe through my nose, to relax my throat muscles, to swallow around him on command. He'd started blindfolding me during sessions, tying a black silk scarf over my eyes so I couldn't see his movements, couldn't anticipate his next command. The darkness heightened everything, the smell of sawdust and sweat, the sound of his breathing, the feel of his hands on my skin. I'd cum undone beneath his touch more times than I could count, my orgasms ripped from me like confessions under torture.On Thursday, my mom announced she was flying out Saturday morning to help her sister deal with a family emergency. She'd be gone until next Tuesday night.Diego didn't look at me when she said it. He just nodded, sipped his coffee, and said, "I'll take

My step father is a masochist #6

He made me crawl behind him to the kitchen, the leash dragging across the floor. Approaching the fridge, he opened it, pulled out a bottle of water and took a long sip, while I knelt at his feet... waiting like the obvious pet I was."You hungry?" he asked. His eyes beaming down at me. And I shook my head in response. "Good. Because I'm not done with you."Then he lifted me onto the kitchen counter, the marble cold against my hot skin. He spread my legs, lifted them over his shoulders, and pushed inside me again. This time, he was slower, deeper, each thrust a deliberate claim. He reached behind me, grabbed a jar of honey from the counter, and drizzled it over my nipples."Lick it off," he said.I arched my back, trying to reach my own breasts, but I couldn't. He laughed and leaned down, his tongue tracing a path through the honey, over my nipple, around my areola. He sucked hard, and I cried out from the sensation."Sweet and salty," he murmured. "Just like you."He fucked me on th

Professor Xander #1

~Zoey's POV~Professor Xander's lectures were the only thing I never skipped. Not because I cared about Milton’s 'Paradise Lost,' but because I wanted to see if he’d ever stop punishing me with those stern, soul-piercing glares every time I crossed my legs in the front row.I lived for those glares. Most girls in the lecture hall were intimidated by him, his voice was a deep, resonant baritone that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones, and his presence was like a physical weight in the room. He didn't just teach; he commanded. With his tailored charcoal suits, the sleeves always rolled up just enough to show the lean muscle of his forearms, and those silver-rimmed glasses that hid eyes the color of a winter storm. Xander was a masterpiece of academic restraint. And I wanted to be the one to break that restraint.My fascination hadn't started with the syllabus. It started three months ago, during his first week on campus. I had a reputation... a quiet one, but also a pote

Professor Xander #2

He reached under the hem of my dress, his hand sliding up my thigh. When he found that I was wearing nothing, a low primal groan escaped his throat. "You're soaking," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "You've been dreaming about this, haven't you? Dreaming about me finally breaking you."He didn't wait for an answer. He shoved three fingers deep into my pussy in one fluid motion. I arched my back, a loud, broken moan escaping me despite the rule."Wrong," he hissed.He withdrew his fingers and delivered a stinging slap to my thigh, then immediately dove back in, his fingers curling and hooking against my G-spot with a rhythmic, punishing intensity. He was finger-fucking me with a raw, aggressive energy, his other hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back so he could bite the sensitive skin of my shoulder."You want to be a little slut for your professor so bad, don't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with a delicious, dark cruelty. "You want me to fuck the arrogance ou

Professor Xander #3

He shifted again, sliding us both sideways across the desk. I felt the cool wood against my side, but the heat between us was incinerating. He gripped my thighs, hoisting them up onto his shoulders, opening me up completely. And began to pump into me with a ferocious speed, the sound of our colliding flesh filling the room."You're so tight," he groaned, his face contorting with pleasure. "Fuck, Zoey... you're trying to suck the soul right out of me.""Then give it to me!" I screamed, my voice echoing. "Give me everything! I want to feel you break!"I reached up, pulling his head down, my teeth grazing his earlobe. "I've wanted this since the first day I saw you. I've wanted to see you lose that fucking composure. To see you look at me like I'm the only thing in the world you want to destroy."Xander let out a primal roar, his pace becoming frantic. He was no longer the composed professor, he was a man possessed. He gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow, and he

Professor Xander #4

The thrill was intoxicating. It wasn't just about the heat of him in my mouth; it was the sheer, illicit power of the situation. Here was Professor Xander, the man who prided himself on his iron-clad composure, the man who had spent the last hour reminding me who was in charge, now reduced to a shaking mess because of a few flicks of my tongue. And Marcus... composed, senior faculty Marcus... was sitting right there, completely oblivious that his colleague was currently being dismantled by a twenty-year-old in a wrinkled dress. I decided to turn up the heat.I matched the rhythm of my suction to the cadence of Marcus’s voice. Every time Marcus emphasized a point, I clamped down harder, swirling my tongue around the sensitive ridge of Xander’s head. I could feel the muscles in Xander’s thighs twitching violently. He was fighting a losing battle. His hand, which had been trying to push my head away, suddenly changed its grip. His fingers tangled deep into my hair, not to push me away

Professor Xander #5

I woke up the next morning with a dull ache between my thighs and a lingering, salty taste on my tongue that no amount of coffee could wash away. Every time I shifted under my sheets, the friction of the fabric against my swollen clit reminded me of exactly how Xander had claimed me. He had been brutal, possessive, and utterly undone, and the memory of it made my core throb with a needy, insistent heat.I spent an hour in front of the mirror, choosing my outfit like I was preparing for a war. I settled on a tight, cream-colored knit dress that hugged every curve of my hips and a pair of sheer black tights that felt like a second skin. No underwear. I wanted him to know the moment he looked at me that I was open, wet, and waiting for him to ruin me again.Walking into the lecture hall felt like stepping into a lion's den. The room was packed, a sea of students chatting and scrolling through their phones, the air thick with the smell of old paper and cheap perfume. And there he was.P

Professor Xander #6

The grip on the back of my neck tightened, forcing my chin up, exposing the vulnerable line of my throat to him. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the clinical, air-conditioned chill of the lecture hall. The silence of the room felt heavy, almost liquid, pressing in on us as Xander’s eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of hesitation. He found none. I leaned into his touch, my breath hitching, my pussy pulsing with a rhythmic, desperate ache that felt like a physical heartbeat between my legs."You think you're so clever, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a dark, velvet caress that made my toes curl inside my heels. "Playing the intellectual in front of the class, tossing around words like 'submission' and 'breaking' while you're standing there dripping wet for me. You’re not a student right now, Zoey. You’re just a needy little thing who can't handle the tension."He didn't wait for an answer. His hand shifted from my neck to my waist, his fing

Professor Xander #7

The walk to Xander’s office felt like a march toward a gilded gallows. Every click of my heels against the polished linoleum of the humanities building echoed the frantic thrumming of my heart. I could still feel the ghost of him inside me from the classroom... the phantom sensation of his thick cock stretching me open, the sting of his palm on my ass, and the heavy, musk-scented weight of his seed leaking slowly down my inner thighs. I hadn't even showered. I had simply pulled my dress back down and walked through the campus, the dampness between my legs serving as a constant, throbbing reminder of who owned me.His challenge from the classroom still rang in my ears: “Do you think you can handle the workload I have planned for you?”I reached the heavy oak door of his private office. Through the frosted glass, I could see the blurred silhouettes of two other students waiting in the narrow hallway. My stomach did a slow, nauseating flip. The risk had just spiked. It wasn't just abo

Professor Xander #8

The silence that followed Xander’s response to the student outside was deafening, amplified by the frantic drumming of my heart against my ribs. I was frozen, my hand still clamped over my mouth, my eyes wide and shimmering with a cocktail of terror and raw, unadulterated lust. The student didn't leave; I could hear the faint shift of fabric, the impatient sigh of someone waiting in a hallway, completely unaware that I was currently being used as a living sex toy on the lap of the man they respected.Xander’s fingers didn't stop. If anything, the pressure increased. He found the exact center of my clit, pinning it against the rough fabric of his trousers and grinding in a slow, circular motion that made my entire world narrow down to a single point of searing heat."Mmmph!" I whimpered into my palm, my hips bucking instinctively."Quiet, Zoey," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous vibration against my ear. He didn't sound stressed. He didn't sound worried about being caught. Ra

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