All Chapters of Wrong Desires: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nate froze.The word “Daddy” and my desperate unhinged plea hung heavy in the air between us. For a long moment, he just stared at me, his dark eyes wide with shock.“Aby…” he breathed, voice low and strained. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”I didn’t back down. The alcohol and months of hidden fantasies made me bold. I stepped closer, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat radiating from him.“I do,” I whispered, sliding my hand down his chest. He let out a slow, shaky breath, clearly fighting with himself.“There are other ways you can repay me if you really insist,” he said carefully, not making me feel ashamed. “But not like this. Not something illegal. You’re drunk, baby girl. You don’t know what you’re saying right now.”But I wasn’t listening to reason anymore.The alcohol, the pain, and years of hidden fantasies had stripped away all my shame. I stepped even closer, pressing my body flush against his. My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscl

My eyes fluttered open to the soft gray light of dawn slipping through the heavy hotel curtains. The first thing I felt was the sharp ache in my throat when I tried to yawn. It burned like fire, raw and swollen from the way Nate had used it last night. I winced, swallowing carefully as fragments of memory crashed over me—his thick cock stretching my lips, the relentless thrusts down my throat, the tears, the spit, the way I’d gagged and begged while he stayed so fucking calm.I shifted under the sheets, trying to push them off, and froze. My hands moved freely. The ropes were gone. I sat up slowly, my head pounding from the hangover, and looked down at myself. I was dressed. The same clothes from yesterday, neatly put back on, even my panties. The bed on the other side was empty, the pillow still slightly dented where his head had been. Nate was gone.“Fuck…” I whispered, my voice hoarse.The room smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with sex and dried cum. My thighs still stung where

I couldn’t think straight.Nate dropped to his knees on the cold kitchen tile like a man who’d been waiting his whole life for this exact moment. My gown was already shoved up around my waist, my bare ass on the edge of the marble counter, legs spread wide because he told me to. The stone was freezing against my skin, but my pussy felt swollen and hot, dripping steadily onto the edge. I could feel it running down the curve of my ass.He just… looked.Big hands wrapped around my thighs, thumbs digging in, spreading me even wider until I felt completely exposed. The air hit my wet folds and I shivered.“Look at her,” he said, his voice low and rough, almost gentle. “All puffy and shiny. My little girl’s cunt is crying for me already.” His eyes flicked up to mine. “You walked into this house thinking about Daddy’s tongue, didn't you?”I nodded fast, my throat too tight to speak.He didn’t rush. That was the cruelest part.He started with my left thigh. Pressed his mouth there, open and h

AbyHe didn’t say a word when he lifted me off that kitchen chair.One second I was a shaking, cum-drenched mess in his lap, the next his thick arms were under my thighs and back, hoisting me like I weighed nothing. My naked body pressed against his chest, legs dangling. My pussy was still pulsing, my thighs slick, mind foggy from how hard he’d just ruined me on his tongue. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in… sweat, sex, that rich cologne that made me stupid.I could feel his cock… still rock hard, pressing against my hip through his pants.“Where are we going, Daddy?” I whispered, my voice hoarse from all the screaming I’d done on his tongue.He didn’t answer. Just walked. Through the kitchen, down the hallway, straight into the master bedroom like he owned every inch of this house. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. But he didn’t stop at the bed.He carried me past it, to the far wall where a tall, dark wooden panel sat between two built-i

The Tongue That Never EndsMaeveThe sign on the heavy black door read: “Freak Fuck Auditions – Gifts In Men”I stood outside for almost ten minutes, my heart slamming against my ribs, before I finally pushed it open.Maeve Ryder. Twenty-four years old. The girl everyone called “Frog” growing up.Because of my tongue.Thirteen inches when fully extended. Prehensile. Thick, wet, and terrifyingly flexible. The doctors called it a “medical anomaly.” My classmates called it disgusting. Boys would dare each other to ask me out, only to back away laughing when I refused to speak. Girls whispered about what a freak I was behind their hands. I had spent twenty-four years learning to hide my mouth behind high collars, oversized scarves, and a shy, quiet stutter. I learned early to keep my mouth shut — literally.Until today.The pay for this movie was life-changing. Two hundred thousand dollars just for signing the contract, with massive bonuses depending on how far I was willing to go. Epst