All Chapters of Daddy's little agent: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I forgot one major factor in my self imposed side quest.To make someone a decent human, you have to first be decent. You know, lead by example?I’m just finding out now after years of believing myself to be somewhat decen– oh who am I kidding.I’m the last person who should be making anyone decent.I’m not even qualified to do so.Danny, Law and I had gone round the mall, getting things we need and things we didn’t. The guys were hesitant at first, picking the cheapest items off the shelves, even when they cost our trainee stipend and then an arm. They cast looks over their shoulder every time they found something they liked, because they were terrified my trainer would suddenly demand our heads in payment.He could.I don’t care though. I plucked the items from their fingers and put them in my swelling cart. Soon, they had carts of their own and the wary glances they threw behind them withered to nothing.I brought along things I’d send to the addiction help centers that helped or t

Remy stares at me unblinking for the longest time. No words get spoken between us. I hold my breath, because while I’m asking him to have my back against his friends. What I’m really asking goes deeper than that.More right than whatever it is we are.He breaks the eye contact first and shuffles into the kitchen. "Careful, he’s more dangerous than he looks.” he throws over his shoulder right before disappearing from view.My gaze falls back to the animal letting me run my hand through his surprisingly soft fur. It feels more baby fur than whatever age this is.More dangerous than he looks? I’d seen the death traps for teeth the last time I saw them, and even with the jaws snapped shut, he looks dangerous. But he’s not snapping his teeth at me, that’s a good sign right?The other one is still away from me, watching with those eyes, they have different eyes. “I’m assuming you’re Hell.” I tell the one that’s approached me. Fire’s eyes look like I’m staring right into an active volcano,

I bite down on my lip as my body welcomed the first intrusion. It’s nothing like I ever experienced or expected. I’m immediately uncomfortable, and I want to ask him to leave my body. Then his– finger? It feels significantly smaller than his dick, but it’s beefy as well.Has to be his finger.He breaches me with the finger, working me open with it, small beautiful sounds falling out of his lips is song to my ears. Pretty soon, it’s less intrusion and i‘m curious about it.“Relax,” he breathes through his teeth.Only when his orders come that my body realizes it’s been clenched up tight. My muscles do their best to relax and it must work because he lets out a long groan.His slips in a second finger and a short gasp leaves my mouth hanging.It feels… good.Goosebumps spread across my skin as his fingers work their way in and out of me. I had no idea how good this could feel.Fucking hell.I rock back against his fingers, fucking myself on them as he scissors me open.“Ugh fuck.” I groa

I learned I have some form of degrading kink. But there’s something to be said for the things that happen when I egg Remy on.He slammed into me with so much force that I rock forward with a stunned gasp, hands sliding across the wood as he pushed into my body.His hands hold my thighs in a bruising grip, and pulls me to himself. I’m a big man, Remy is a monster so we’re not going to compare him for size. However, at over six feet, just barely, you don’t expect me to be slammed around like a fucking rag doll.But Remy does.He pulls me to him until he’s buried to hilt inside my already sore ass. It felt like he was splitting me open from the behind but in the best way possible.My toes curls as he reaches around me, bring both my hands together, he slides his hand under it, locking them firmly."Augh..” I mutter as stars dance in my vision.Remy somehow still has space for reaching up and threading his fingers through my skull, jerking my head up, and making me admire the intricate de

CALEB DOHERTY POVI open my eyes to hot, sulphur breath in my face. The breath is so hot, I swear I see steam coming from the beast’s open jaw.The beast?I cock my head to find myself staring into the abyss of Hell’s eyes, and my heart immediately lodges itself in my throat. But it doesn’t bark or growl and I remember how he let me pet him yesterday. I do the same now, hesitantly.The animal purrs or groans, under my touch, I find myself smiling thinking how similar he is to his owner.At the single thought of his owner, memories rush at me the same time Hell decides to sit on his hind legs, forcing me on my back to make space for his large form.“Motherfucker,” I hiss through the pain that radiates from… everywhere.I roll on my side. Looking down at myself, i realize I’m in pajamas that is two sizes too large, shirtless. I smell… woodsy.I don’t remember getting up to clean myself.As a matter of fact, my memory ends right as I came, on the wooden f