All Chapters of All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The doors stayed open longer than usual. People shoved past us, bags swinging, someone muttering about being late. I kept my eyes fixed on the scuffed floor, heart slamming so hard I was sure the whole car could hear it. His hand never left the crotch of my panties. He kept the soaked cotton pulled tight against my cunt, the fabric digging into my slit, holding me open and dripping while bodies moved around us. A woman brushed my shoulder. A guy’s backpack bumped my arm. None of it mattered. All I could feel was the thick heat of his cock still pressed against my ass and the way his fingers kept that steady, filthy pressure right where I was wettest. The last passengers stepped off. New ones pushed on. The car filled again, tighter than before. Shoulders pressed in. The air grew thicker. Then the warning chime sounded and the doors began to close. The second they sealed shut he moved. He yanked my panties down in one hard pull. The wet cotton scraped over my thighs and dropped

A week later the seminar room smelled like floor polish and old paper. Elena walked in five minutes early, notebook under one arm, the same thin blouse and short skirt she’d worn last time. No bra. No panties. She set the notebook on the table and waited. Harlan locked the door the second the last of them was inside. Crow was already rolling up his sleeves. Vance leaned against the whiteboard, eyes on her legs. Reyes shut the blinds. “Paper,” Harlan said. She handed it over. He flipped through the pages without reading a word, then dropped it on the floor. “Clothes off. All of them.” Elena stripped. Blouse first, then the skirt. She stood naked in the middle of the room while the four of them looked her over like they were grading her. Crow walked a slow circle around her, stopped behind, and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a print. She didn’t flinch. Harlan pointed at the table. “Face down. Ass up. Hands behind your back.” She climbed on, pressed her cheek to the wo

Elena wore the plug through the night like they told her. She woke up sore, the base still seated tight between her cheeks, a dull ache that made her shift under the sheets. She left it in while she showered, while she got dressed, while she sat through her morning classes. By the time the afternoon seminar rolled around she was already wet again just from the constant pressure. Harlan dismissed the class early. The other students filed out. Elena stayed in her seat. Vance closed the door. Crow and Reyes came in a minute later. No rope this time. Just the four of them and the same long table. Harlan looked at her. “Stand up. Everything off. Plug stays in until I say.” She stripped in the middle of the room. Blouse, skirt, nothing underneath. She turned and bent so they could see the black base still locked in her ass. Crow stepped forward, hooked two fingers under it, and tugged just enough to make her breath catch. He didn’t pull it out. He let it settle again and slapped her as

The first formal interview happened the next morning, and the house felt the difference even though none of them were in the room where it took place.Richard left early. He didn’t say much before he went — just told Grant and Cole to keep everything locked down and that he would handle the outside. The door shut behind him harder than usual. After that the place went quiet in a way that felt worse than noise.Eve stayed in her room longer than she meant to. She sat on the edge of the bed with her elbows on her knees and tried not to keep replaying how all of this had started. The original rejection. The first night with Richard. The job. The brothers. Bringing Sloane in. Every step that had felt necessary at the time had led straight here — to a house under lockdown while lawyers asked formal questions about the private mess inside it. She rubbed her face with both hands and forced herself to stand.Downstairs, Cole was already near the kitchen when she came in for coffee. He didn’t

I drove with the windows down even though the night air was thick and sticky. The lace set under my coat was already damp between my legs. Every red light made me squeeze my thighs together and feel how swollen I was. The wedding ring sat heavy on my finger. I kept glancing at it like it might burn through the skin. The Chain looked the same from the outside. Heavy door. No sign. Just a small brass knocker and a camera that tracked me the second I stepped out of the car. I knocked once. The door opened immediately. Vince stood there in black trousers and an open shirt, chest bare, that scar over his eyebrow catching the low light. He didn’t smile. He just looked me up and down, eyes lingering on the ring. “Inside.” I stepped past him. The door shut hard behind me. The hallway smelled like leather and sex and the faint metallic tang of the cleaning solution they used between sessions. Nico leaned against the wall farther down, arms crossed, already hard enough that the outline o