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**** ~SELENA POV~~ I sat on my bed holding my phone, the book on the screen was tempting my stepbrother. I had never been into romance stories before, but these pas two weeks I had been reading more than usual. The first two chapters were really hot. The male lead and female lead where pinned on the bed fucking intensely. My body was already reacting to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Goodness, I miss Henry's cock so much. I was about to picture him while I touched myself when the door opened. Looking up, I froze to find Zane waking inside.

Crazy, isn't it? But I know why these books are pretty expensive. It's not just some normal book you can buy in bookstores worldwide. These are rare books you can only find in this shop. Some were ancient. The old grumpy man, Fernando, said, “It's a book about the annual coming of age.” My brows furrowed. “Coming of age? What's that?”

The gaps between entries got longer and longer, and he complained more and more about all the time he lost to his debilitating moods. The only thing that seemed to lift his spirits was finding a certain specialist bookseller. Matthew had continued to collect rare books on the occult, and he was always looking for book shops to sell the paper he wrote on the ancient forest. This bookseller not only took several copies of his paper, he also sold Matthew a unique grimoire by an unknown author. The grimoire fascinated Matthew, and he made notes on it in his journal. Sally couldn’t understand much of what he wrote, but she found one entry, towards the end of the journal, very interesting:

We spent the day upgrading. First, the cards. Mom had a design program on her laptop. We created elegant but filthy business cards—matte black with gold lettering. On the front: Ebony Elite Pleasures – Discreet & Unforgettable. A simple silhouette of two curvaceous women. On the back, our anonymous contact info, rates (high), and a tagline: Let us worship your success… and drain every drop. We printed a thick stack on premium cardstock at a local shop, giggling like schoolgirls in the car on the way home.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

He leaned back against the mini bar, one elbow resting lazily on the polished counter. “It’s called a drinking game.” “A drinking what?” I arched an eyebrow. “Never heard of it before.” A crooked smile tugged at his lips. “I’ll drink five shots of this”—he lifted his champagne glass slightly. “And if I’m not wasted by the end of it, you do whatever I want.” I blinked. Five drinks? My gaze dropped to the glass in his hand before flickering back to him. Even with his size, that sounded like a terrible idea.

A faint, knowing smile touched his lips before he turned to the board. “Today we will discuss power exchange in nineteenth-century literature,” he began, his voice smooth and authoritative. “Particularly how submission can function as both surrender and rebellion.” My cheeks burned. He was speaking directly to me. For the first thirty minutes, he lectured normally. I took notes with trembling hands, trying to focus on his words rather than the plug inside me. Then I felt it. A low, gentle vibration started deep within me.

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

Ria noticed and leaned down, sucking one into her mouth through the thin fabric, then pulling the top aside to lick and nibble directly on the stiff peak. She finger-fucked me harder and faster, her fingers plunging deep and curling with every deep stroke while her palm ground against my clit. Juices coated her hand and dripped down my ass as I writhed beneath her. In my mind, it wasn’t Ria’s fingers stretching me…it was Mr. Collins’ thick, experienced cock burying itself inside my virgin pussy for the first time, stretching me and claiming me.