Indian Foot Worship Novels & Stories

"Does my son fuck you this good? No? Then take this dick like the good girl you are." My father-in-law had me bent over the kitchen counter, hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my moans, while his son—my husband—called my name from upstairs... *** You think you know what you're getting into? You don't have a fucking clue. This isn't some tasteful romance where the camera pans away. This is the raw, uncut, NC-17 version of your filthiest 3 AM fantasies—the ones you'd never admit to anyone, not even yourself. We're talking Daddies who don't ask permission because you already gave it with those desperate eyes. Men old enough to be completely off-limits but experienced enough to make you forget your own name. They'll bend you over their desk, fuck you silent at family dinner, and make you call them Daddy while reminding you how young, and tight you are. Trigger warnings? Everything here is designed to trigger you. Age gaps that'll get you disowned. Rough hands leaving fingerprint bruises on your hips. Choking that blurs your vision while he calls you his perfect little slut. Public sex in places you'll never see the same way. Getting passed around because one man isn't enough. These men don't make love—they fuck, claim, own. They'll use every hole like it belongs to them because it does. Degrade and worship you in the same breath. Call you their dirty girl while balls deep making you scream. Now be a good girl, turn the fucking page, and let Daddy show you what you've been missing.

Warning: Extremely steamy content ahead, proceed if you love your Daddies dominant and your boys beautifully broken. Surrender to the raw, intoxicating power of older men who know exactly how to break a willing boy… and make him crave every filthy second. This scorching collection of standalone MM short stories thrusts you into the world of commanding Daddies, ruthless CEOs, ex’s powerful fathers, dad’s dominant best friends—who take what they want without apology. These experienced alphas spot a hungry younger man and unleash relentless, possessive desire that leaves no hole untouched and no limit unbroken. Feel the heat as stern Daddies pin eager boys against penthouse windows, bend them over desks, and force them to their knees in corners. Deep-throating commands, rough bareback pounding, choking growls of good boy, and dripping, sweat-soaked submission turn forbidden tension into explosive, body-shaking ecstasy. Every story drips with primal age-gap lust—older men claiming, breeding, and owning younger bodies that beg for more. If you live for dominant Daddies who discipline, degrade, and devour… this collection will ruin you for anything less. A must-read obsession for every MM lover who needs their erotica raw, relentless, and drenched in Daddy dominance. MM erotica MM Romance Gay Romance LGBTQ+ short stories MM anthology Standalone short stories Age gap romance Blackmail romance Daddy kink Forbidden romance Steamy gay romance Daddy kink Age gap Taboo/forbidden Ex’s dad Dad’s best friend Power imbalance Dominant alpha Daddies Rough possession Oral worship Bareback breeding Dirty talk & praise Dub-con to desperate consent High-heat explicit sex Standalone shorts HEA/HFN 18+ only

💋 PURITY: "Purity," he says again, voice strained. "Go to your room." I lean closer, my lips almost brushing his long lashes. "Make me." His eyes darken. For one second, I think he might fall on his knees. Worship this cunt. Instead— "Get dressed," he says, the authority returning to his voice. Well, that's disappointing. But Citali didn't birth a quitter. "No." His brows draw tight. "What?" "No." I prop myself closer, brushing my sensitive little crowns against his face. "Ow-ff-k." "What are you doing!?" he thunders, making no move to pull away from the swell of my breasts. I push back, falling flat on my feet. "Seducing My Husband's Brother." •♥• •♥• •♥• ✍🏾 NARRATOR: Purity De la Cruz thought she had escaped heartbreak when she married Ryat Reigns—the dangerous, ruthless heir to a Mafia empire. But her perfect life is nothing but a gilded cage. Her husband cheats, her dreams are shattered, and her heart? It never truly belonged to him. Because before Ryat, there was Ryan. His older brother. The man who taught her what love felt like, before he disappeared without a word and left her to bleed. Now Ryan Reigns is back. Not just as the Don of the most feared crime syndicate, but as the one man she can't stop wanting, the one man who was always forbidden. And this time, she's not the naive girl he left behind. She's colder. Sharper. Ready to burn it all down for revenge... and for him. But their desire is a dangerous game. Each kiss is betrayal. Each touch is a war. And when the truth explodes, blood won't be the only thing on the line.

“I’m wet for you, King Nightbane. I’m soaked.” I growled. Not from pain but from the effect of her words. Her touch. Her relentless stokes. She didn’t need to tell me. I could smell her. She filled the room with her intoxicating arousal. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked all night like a dirty slut.” “To have my hand wrapped around your phallus like a possession.” “To have it… buried in me.” “To have your tongue worship every inch of my body.” FELYNDRA She was a normal girl living in her small village pack. When she turned eighteen, she discovered a new side of herself: a beast who would roam every crescent moon to kill the unjust. When a bounty was placed on her, she was suddenly sold by her parents to be a breeder for the cruel alpha king. Why her? Why not her sister? They said she was wolfless. They look at her and see a wolfless girl but if only they knew she was no wolf. She was something more sinister: a Crescent Fox. She accepted her fate, hoping to leave after giving the king a son. NIGHTBANE VOIDHEART He is the infamous cruel alpha king. His reputation precedes him. He believes his mate doesn’t exist, as he has traveled every corner of the world in search of her. When the breeder showed up, everything changed. She was just a breeder, a secret to be kept from the woman he was engaged to. And yet , she consumed him. The ache in his teeth, the raw hunger in his veins - she drove him insane. He wanted her. To taste her blood but why did the shadows whisper that if he did, it would be the end of them?

"Sign the divorce papers, Nora." I didn't cry. I simply looked at the billionaire husband who had ignored me for three years and made one final demand. "One hundred days, Silas. Move back into my bedroom. Touch me like a man obsessed with his wife. On Day 101, I will sign the papers and walk away." Arrogant and certain, he agreed, assuming it was a desperate plea to use my body to win his heart back. He had no idea what he was walking into. By Day 20, the cold, untouchable CEO is rushing home just to pin me against our bedroom door. By Day 50, he’s pulling me into his lap, whispering breathless, desperate promises in the dark. He is addicted to the friction, using every searing kiss and heavy touch to forcefully brand me as his. He thinks the heated nights we share mean I am finally surrendering. He doesn't know the truth. I’m not using these 100 nights to fall back in love with him. I’m using his counterfeit passion to completely numb my heart. While my body responds to his fire, my soul is freezing over. On Day 100, Silas pours his soul into the most emotionally raw night of my life. He falls asleep holding me tight, entirely convinced his absolute worship has won me back forever. But on Day 101, he wakes up to cold sheets, an empty closet, and a signed contract. His money couldn't buy me. His touch couldn't keep me. Now, the billionaire who thought he was playing a game will burn his empire to the ground to find the wife who gave him her body, but vanished with her soul.

It was a season that felt like heaven was frowning at her, Tracy, trying to recover from an abusive relationship which eventually crashed while being pulled into the anguish of her dying sister which added a major weight on her life , facing a difficult financial challenge so her life can be saved. It could only get worse , serving as a maid under a rich boss lady, Mrs Ava who has a touch of fierce and unmerciful ideology. Things took a turn just overnight when Mark, the only son of Mrs Ava decided to bite his mom's foot by proclaiming a facade of affection for Tracy out of the blue at a dinner right in her presence and her guests , giving a deep romantic kiss. All this was due to his mom stomping his head by trying to merge him with Chloe in a marriage he doesn't have any interest in. Tracy shocked, the whole table burning in rage and sinking in disappointment, it was meant to be a night where Mark would meet his spouse to be and her family, but he used Tracy as a Decoy to burst the bile in the meat and the whole table was displeased For Tracy, she couldn't believe her eyes as the whole scenario led to further dismaying scenes in her life. Mark proposed a contract marriage with all of her needs being met at the expense of her signature after, and Tracy capitalized. It was a blessing at first, but she isn't prepared for what is coming. An endless warfare of which she was no match for, a marriage likened to a punishment, scandals, block sucking enemies who go all the way for their wants and a life full of discoveries

I thought I'd inherited a quiet little farm. What I found was three mysterious men, a land bound by ancient magic, and a destiny I can't escape. From the moment I set foot on Hucow Hollow, nothing feels normal. The air hums with energy. The mist seems alive, whispering secrets and pulling me deeper into its fold. Something inside me changes. Power stirs in my blood, molding me in ways I can't explain—and the Hollow responds to my every heartbeat. Then they appear: Darius, the Herd King—commanding, magnetic, bound to the land by ancient right Vastian, his protector—strong, unyielding, with eyes that see straight through me Khael, his shadow—quiet, watchful, a mystery wrapped in darkness They tell me I was chosen. That the Hollow called me here. That its curse—and its awakening—are somehow tied to me. I didn't ask for this power, or for the bond that grows between us. But the deeper I fall into the Hollow's enchantment, the harder it becomes to deny what pulls us together. The Hollow doesn't just want balance—it wants its queen. And it won't rest until I claim my throne. * Belle’s books contain: reverse harem, bulls and hucow (human / cow play), high heat, milking, breeding, transformation, HEA / HFN, no cheating, primal / pet play, possessive dominant MMCs, submissive FMCs, NO noncon / dubcon The term hucow is a cross between human and cow involving elements related to lactation, breeding, bull and cow-like behavior, and incorporates domination (bull) and submission (cow) dynamics.

The first time Rafael betrayed me, he threw the woman from his club at my feet. His eyes were bloodshot as he told me to take my pick. My love for him was a sickness, so I forgave the transgression. For the second betrayal, I had the dancer sent out of New York, warning her never to set foot on the East Coast again. On the night of our engagement party, sealing the union of our two families, Rafael pinned me against the walnut desk in the study. His eyes burned with rage as he demanded: "Where is Nina? She's carrying a Mancini heir." "It was a mistake. You can take your anger out on me. Nina is naive; she doesn't deserve this. I'm begging you, just let the child be born safely. I swear I'll never see her again." "You're afraid of childbirth. This gives you an heir without the risk." "Listen, Alessia. You are the future Donna of the Mancini family. When that child is born, it will know only you as its mother. I swear on my life." He forced me backward until shards from the vase I'd knocked over cut into my skin, staining my silk dress with blood. I looked at him and smiled, then gave him the address of a safe house in Brooklyn. He slammed the heavy oak door behind him. Shaking, I pulled out my encrypted phone. "You were right about him. Is your offer still on the table?"

"Get your foot, out of my door!" I yelped as I tried heavily to shut the door on him. "Pet... No need to be shy, it's only me, besides it's not the first time I've seen you naked?" He grinned like he was enjoying toying with me. My temporary guardian easily pushed himself inside my bathroom making my heart pound. Who was I kidding, I was no use for his incredible power, nor was my I any match for his crazy fast speed. However, if I was out in the woods, I'd still have a chance to escape him, thanks to my powers. He locked the bathroom door once he was in. "I apologise Kavyaa, but I no longer can not let you go back with Mark." "What?! Are you insane? He's a cop! You can't legally do this!" He smirked sending a chill down my spine, and slowly started to make his way over to me. "I can do, whatever I want with you." -- Kavyaa is taken in by her cop cousin Ethan. Ethan is a werewolf, and he has been strictly told to keep his true identity a secret from her, since she's just going to be staying with him for a short while. However things start to get heated up with murders into town, and Kavyaa finds out about her guardian's canine secret. Will she be able to escape from him? Or will she end up being his next prey?

I have been dead for seven years. For seven years, a rare plague had ravaged the Silver Moon Kingdom. The new Luna, Lilith, wasn't immune either. She coughed up blood daily, her old wounds weeping anew with every full moon. Even in death, to the wolf packs, I was still the jinx. The false Luna who had beguiled the Alpha King. The cursed one destined to bring ruin to the kingdom. The entire kingdom begged Alpha King Kaelan to banish my vengeful spirit. My former mate was in the royal palace, softly consoling his current Luna, my sister. "Lilith, don't be afraid. If she insists on tormenting you with her curse even after death, then I will tear her inner wolf to shreds. You'll never be threatened by her again." But when they set foot in the Rogue Lands where I had been exiled, they found no wandering spirit of mine. Before them knelt the corpses of dozens of she-wolves, arranged neatly before my crude grave. They had all been exiled as "sinners", yet now, in death, they offered their final act of devotion. There was no trace of any spirit. There was only a small girl, about six years old, sitting beside the tombstone and clutching a photograph of me from when I was alive. Her ice-blue eyes were a perfect reflection of Kaelan's. "You're too late," she said. "Her inner wolf returned to the Moon Goddess long ago." "I've only been waiting here to get justice for my mother."