Novel & Cerita Forced Ageplay

He didn’t want to lose in this game of lust and desire we were playing, so he acted like he wasn’t affected at all, even though it was very obvious that he was. He gulped several times before he spoke in what I could tell was a fake bravado. “Fuck off, old man.” I raised one of my brows while continuing to stare at him in amusement. “It's kind of funny that you're calling me an old man when it was you who got tired first.” I clicked my tongue again. “Little slut, I don't think that title doesn't suit me at all. I am too energetic and much stronger to be called an old man.” I knew I was talking shit because I knew a lot of men in their old age that were still much stronger than the younger on

Lora fell on her knees beside me and hugged me. "Hey, didn't I tell you to calm down," she said rocking her body with my head in her lap. "Shh, everything is fine now I am here. Tell me who do I have to kill and consider it done." She said in her attempt to cheer me up. Indeed, a cheerful giggle escaped my mouth. I moved my head from her lap to look at her. "Apparently..." I started talking, "my dad decided that he wants to expand the company by signing a contract with his one and only rival."

The way he was toying with me made me feel more like squirming in a good way. “I told your mother that if you gave me too many more of those “fuck me” eyes that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself much longer, the roleplay wouldn’t be enough. She knows that you’ve been walking a thin line between being my innocent daughter and my bareback fuck toy ever since you turned eighteen.”

“Um….son, I’m in my 40s, what do you think?” Jax helped me sit up, and looked at me with a small, evil smile. I snickered, and nodded. It was time to remind dad what it meant to be a pup. “I already mind linked Colby, and Braxton. Put on the cute, begging daughter face.” Jax whispered to me. “Daddy, will you come play with us?” I whined, and pouted at dad, trying not to laugh. “Chastity, you’re 18. Aren’t you a little old to be rough housing, and playing games?” Dad asked while smiling.

“You're no fun, is that how you old people act all the time—” “Do you need me to bend you over my knees and spank you until you shut that bratty mouth of yours?” My stomach clenched at that. Oh, fuck, yes! “Whatever,” I waved him off dismissively, despite the warm heat I could feel pooling in my stomach. “These are the rules, either you're in or out?” He tried to dismiss the idea again. Very typical of him. “But isn't this game for young people?” A mischievous smile played on my lips. “Oh, so you agree that you're an old man then?”

I blurted, holding my forehead after he flicked it. "It's like you're saying I'm already old." I glanced at him, wondering if he was thinking about or feeling self-conscious about our age difference. "Even though there's a big age gap, you still don't look forty." "What?" he said in shock, making me smile and nod again. But then he flicked me on the forehead once more. "I won't ever look forty because I'm not even forty yet!" "So, how old are you, really?" I asked, rubbing my forehead. His flicks hurt. Annoying fingers—he should only use them to make me feel good by pleasuring me.

I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself, but it wasn't working. "Now you are putting your dumb head to work. The age of consent in California is 18. That means, since you are 18, you can be charged with statutory rape. If you don't follow my instructions, boy, I'll make this recording public. I can even claim that you were the one who filmed her in the first place. You'll go to jail, and you can kiss your career as a soccer player goodbye." His face was plastered with a sinister grin that matched his dead eyes.

"Let's play truth or dare with Astra." I blinked. "Too childish." She laughed. "How come? There is no age limit in playing truth or dare." "Yeah, she is right. Truth or dare is just for kids. Be matured enough, Faye." "You two were so killjoy. Just go with the flow," Faye rolled her eyes and even flipped her hair. I looked at Jinx and he did the same. Our eyes met and so I gulped hard. I immediately looked away before he see my face heating up.

A circular driveway curved around an ornate fountain. I headed to Dad's study – a room lined with books and business journals, where aged whiskey and expensive cigars remained permanently in the air. "Good morning, Dad," I said, stepping into his study. He didn't look up from his tablet, he just sat there, swiping through more damaging pictures. "How many more am I going to have to bury because of your reckless behavior, Ray?" "Tell me how many!" His voice thundered as he finally looked up. "If pictures keep surfacing like this, how do you expect the board to approve you as my successor? As the next CEO?" He leaned back, suddenly looking every one of his sixty-five years.

"Wren, I didn’t let you take the bracelet that night because I was trying to make you stay. I was terrified you'd leave me. "The truth is, I had no idea how to make you stay. I couldn't bring myself to bend, because I was afraid that if I showed weakness, you'd see me as lesser and walk away from me whenever you wanted. "So, I used arrogance to try to keep you in place. It took until now for me to realize how wrong I was. "I let Petra go a long time ago. She never mattered to me. I was only using her to get a reaction out of you.