All Chapters of Daddy's Dirty Collection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The sleek black limousines purred up the winding, tree-lined drive of the Montgomery Estate, one after another, their tinted windows reflecting the dying embers of the sunset. Inside the third car, Willow bit her glossed lower lip, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her tiny sequined clutch. The invitation had been vague yet enticing, a weekend at the legendary estate owned by Henry Montgomery, one of the city’s most elusive billionaires. The promise was simple: "An evening of nostalgia and games." The compensation, wired upfront, had been anything but simple. It was more than she made in six months at the gallery.“You look like you’re going to your execution,” Lola chuckled from beside her, adjusting the deep plunge of her blood-red silk dress. “Relax. It’s just some rich old guys wanting to feel young again. We smile, we laugh at their jokes, we play some silly game, and we leave with a life-changing check. Easy.”“Old?” Nora piped up from the opposite seat, her blonde c

The scent of sex now hung in the air, thick and musky, mingling with the woodsmoke and whiskey. Lola lay sprawled on the crimson cushion, her chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the firelight. She made no move to cover herself. The act of being so publicly consumed had shattered something in her, leaving behind a raw, pulsing vulnerability and a dark, unquenchable thirst for more. All eyes were fixed on Henry’s hand as the bottle slowed its frantic spinning. It wobbled, teasingly passing over Amelia’s tense form, before settling with a final, decisive click. The neck pointed at Ruby. A small, delicate woman with wide hazel eyes and a cascade of auburn hair, Ruby looked like she might faint. Her knuckles were white where she gripped her own knees. “Ruby,” Henry said, his stormy gaze softening almost imperceptibly. “Your choice. Truth or Dare?” She looked at Lola, at the evidence of the dare’s execution still glistening between her thighs. She looked at t

The "special vodka" hummed through Willow's veins like liquid electricity, melting her bones and painting the world in soft, forgiving strokes. The fear that had been a cold knot in her stomach was gone, replaced by a warm, heavy languor. She giggled again, the sound airy and disconnected, as she watched the room tilt on a gentle axis. The men were no longer predators; they were beautiful, powerful sculptures. The women were shimmering mirages. Everything was perfectly, beautifully alright. Henry watched her for a moment, a scientist observing a successful experiment. "The forfeit stands," he repeated, his voice cutting through Willow's haze with a pleasant, commanding rumble. "But a forfeit in this game doesn't mean you get to leave the table, little one. It means you lose the right to choose what happens next." He snapped his fingers, a crisp sound that made several of the women jump. On cue, Frederick and William rose. They moved with a coordinated, calculated silence that was mo