Daniel Webber The Dirt Novels & Stories

He traces his fingers over it which causes me to shudder, a mixture of pain and the tantalising feeling of his skin touching mine, his voice is low as he whispers “Who did this?” I had seen what he was capable of with Maddox, with my hesitation he grabs my good wrist “Ashley, I will not ask you again, who did this?” My lips barely move, but Daryl still registers the word “That fucking lowlife” I was shaking now, his grip was tight around my wrist, this was it, he was going to reject me because I was damaged goods.

I sink down onto Daniel’s cock for the first time. It’s... underwhelming. After Ryan and Tyler and Marcus and the others, Daniel feels small. Average at best. The cock I saved myself for, the cock I was supposed to lose my virginity to on my wedding night – it’s nothing compared to what I’ve had tonight. I start to move anyway. “How does it feel?” Ryan asks. “Finally getting what you waited for?” “Disappointing,” I admit, rolling my hips. “Like everything else about him.”

So he did. "One day I will make you moan my name Jack Charles. When I will fuck you harder than this bastard. And believe me princess you will have so much funnn. Gawdddd. You are soooo sexyyyyyyy. Ahhhh. Better than any p**n...." Wyatt screamed his name after a satisfying masturbating session that he did while watching the live show by Daniel. He saved the video in his mobile folder. "Daniel Stephen. You will have to pay for it, bitch. I am not spending 50000 dollars on you for nothing. I will get multiple times back from you. Including your bitch. And will make you my bitch too". He spat in anger before laughing like maniacs.

“Clay… if he’s been compromised this whole time—” “Then he’s had years to bury me and hasn’t,” I cut in, sharper than I intended. I exhaled, forcing calm. “Which means he’s either waiting for the perfect moment or he’s not the one in charge. Either way, I need the full shape before I move.” I stood and walked to the window. The city stretched out below, indifferent and glittering. Daniel had been more than an accountant to him. If Webb had Daniel, then Webb had a direct line into the parts of my life I’d worked hardest to keep separate. And that line led straight to Anyta and Teddy.

She's so fucked, but Daniel would even be more fucked when I'm done. Daniel was at the exact location I planned, a warehouse I had already set cameras all over the place. You see, Daniel wasn't just your average, clean business man. He had dabbled in dirt, the very dirt he always claimed to despise in all the interviews I've seen of him. I meant drugs. I knew everything about that man, down to his medical reports. He had me obsessed and he gave me purpose.

“Oh, you’re eager tonight, aren’t you, baby? What do you want to see?” Then, another ding. A bigger one. $100. The username makes my breath catch. DomTheBoss69. He’s been my white whale for two weeks. A top-tier tipper who never shows his face or uses his mic, only the chat. His words are always, always a command. DomTheBoss69: The red is a good color. But it’s still in the way. A thrill shoots straight to my core. My pussy clenches around nothing, already getting slick. This is the game. This is the real addiction.

“I’m Daddy’s filthy little whore.” “That’s better,” he says, standing slowly. He runs a hand over the curve of my ass, brushing lightly over the places he marked earlier. The contrast is maddening. I ache for both the sting and the softness, but he gives me neither. “You thought I’d be too soft to follow through. You thought I’d let you mouth off and embarrass me without consequences. But now look at you. Dripping, broken and completely fucking ruined.” I nod against the table, eyes squeezed shut, every part of me trembling.

But now… The tides were changing. Daniel's face turned mottled red, matching his bruise. “How dare you?!” he spat out, now aimed at Alexander. “Do you know who I am? I'm Daniel freaking Bennett. I could make things very difficult for your little hotel. Do you dare take the words of a mere employee over mine? A brawn himbo and a slut over a celebrity? A goddamn icon?” I turned to Alexander only to be stunned. His expression was unreadable, gaze fixed on Daniel but not saying a word. Despite Daniel's rambling, he didn't look the least bit fazed.

No matter how noble Daniel was, he was nothing in front of an ultra-wealthy family. Daniel was terrified. Once the Fawkes family got on their case, the huge Wilder family of Somerton could be destroyed in a short time. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I deserve to die! I’m an assh*le! I’m worse than a dog!” Daniel knelt on the floor as he kept apologizing to Dustin. When Dustin saw him like that, he felt a bit amused. Not long ago, Daniel had acted all high and mighty and schemed against him with ease, but he was currently begging at Dustin’s feet without caring for his pride.

“On your team’s most difficult players.” She handed it over and gave me a wink. “The Vipers are insane. This will help you handle all their issues.” I flipped open the file, and there he was. Noah Hudson. Hockey’s biggest bad boy, captured mid-glare, helmet under his arm, shirt half off, tattoos peeking through the edge of his shoulder pads. Even in a still image, he looked like he was seconds away from a fight. Or something worse. Lucia leaned over my shoulder. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. He’s hot.”