Semua Bab 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE : Bab 131 - Bab 140

By the third day of my new life, the old Riley felt like a distant memory. Dad—Daddy—had completely taken over. No phone. No friends. No leaving the house. I existed only for his rules, his hands, his thick cock, and the constant ache between my legs. I woke up on my knees beside his bed this time. He’d moved me into the master bedroom the night before, saying little girls who belonged to Daddy slept at his feet until they earned the right to share his bed properly. My collar was fastened tight around my neck, a short chain clipped to the bedpost. My ass and pussy were still tender and leaking from the brutal ass-fucking he’d given me before bed. “Wake up, babygirl,” Daddy’s deep voice rumbled above me. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, his massive morning cock already rock hard and resting against his abs. “Time for your morning worship.” I crawled between his thick thighs without hesitation, nuzzling my face against his heavy balls first. I licked and sucke

By the second week, Daddy had me fully reprogrammed. I no longer thought about sneaking out or my old friends. My world had shrunk to one man—his commands, his thick cock, his cum constantly leaking from my holes. I lived naked, collared, and ready. My body was no longer mine. It was Daddy’s property, trained to drip at the sound of his voice. This morning started darker. I woke up tied spread-eagle on Daddy’s bed, wrists and ankles secured to the four posts. A thick blindfold covered my eyes. The heavy plug in my ass vibrated on low, keeping me edged and desperate. My pussy was already soaked, clit throbbing painfully. I heard the bedroom door open. Heavy footsteps. Then Daddy’s gravel voice, low and commanding. “Time to push you further, babygirl. You’ve been such a good little cumslut, but Daddy needs to know you’re completely broken.” His big hands roamed my body—squeezing my tits hard, twisting my nipples until I whimpered, slapping my inner thighs to make me spread w

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as the Uber pulled away, leaving me standing alone on the cracked sidewalk outside an old warehouse in the industrial district. The building looked abandoned from the outside—faded brick, rusted metal doors, dim yellow security lights buzzing overhead. The address my friend had sent was deliberately vague: “Private gathering. Warehouse district. Come alone if you’re curious. Safe words respected. No pressure.” I’d stared at that text for hours before finally deciding to come. Now, here I was, dressed in a short black dress that clung to my curves, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh, lace panties already feeling damp against my skin from nothing but nerves and forbidden anticipation. I adjusted the thin straps on my shoulders, feeling the cool night air on my exposed cleavage. My nipples were already tight, brushing against the soft fabric with every breath. What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t the kind of woman who showed up

My body was still trembling from the aftershocks of the second orgasm when they lifted me gently and laid me fully back along the wide leather couch. The cool leather stuck to my flushed, sweaty skin. I was completely naked now, dress long discarded somewhere on the floor. My legs were spread wide, one draped over the back of the couch, the other held open by Derek’s strong hand on my inner thigh. Six pairs of eyes devoured every inch of me—my heaving breasts, my hard nipples, the glistening mess between my legs. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on I could barely think straight. My pussy throbbed visibly, swollen and dripping, clit peeking out from its hood. The men were still fully dressed, their cocks straining hard against their pants, but none of them had taken them out yet. The restraint was driving me insane. Marcus knelt between my spread thighs, his dark eyes locked on mine as he leaned down and kissed me deeply. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming

My lips were still tingling and swollen, coated in spit and precum, when Marcus and Ryan lifted me from the rug. My knees ached, but the ache between my legs was far worse—a deep, throbbing need that made my pussy clench around nothing. I was a wreck: hair messy, face flushed and streaked, tits shiny with drool, thighs slick with my own arousal. The six men stood around me, cocks hard and glistening from my mouth, breathing heavy with restrained hunger. “You’ve been such a good girl,” Marcus murmured, his voice rough as he cupped my chin and kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. “Now it’s time to fill you up.” They guided me back to the wide leather couch, laying me on my back. My legs were spread wide immediately, knees bent and pulled toward my chest by Derek and Alex. The position left me completely open, my dripping pussy on full display. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and so ready I was shaking. Marcus positioned himself between my thighs first. He rubbed the thick