The Library Dungeons And Daddies Novels & Stories

I should be at home, in my bedroom, on my bed. But instead, I’m back in that club room, but it’s darker, more intimate. Candlelight flickers across bare skin. My eyes widen when I notice that I’m naked and on my knees in the center of a massive bed, the air thick with the scent of musk, sweat, and raw male hunger. Oh No. No. No Way. No. I lift my gaze to see that the Dreadmoors have surrounded me, towering, their bodies carved from sin and shadow. Aeron’s grin is wicked as he steps close, his cock heavy and leaking, the thick head brushing my lips.

I might as well be on bedrest because that was how I felt for the next forty-eight hours until they gradually let me move around the house without feeling like a creep was constantly watching my back. "Argh!" I grumbled and turned around, walked to my new favorite room in the house and curled up under the throw blanket, and burritoed myself after grabbing my trustee Kindle. I swiped for my recent thriller smut book where the psycho romantic boyfriend was keeping the girl and she was falling and having the worst Stockholm syndrome ever until the time came when the guy falls for another woman and it was his turn to get kidnapped and chained to her bed. I was deep into the book, down spiraling

I dug my heels in but it made no difference. “Daddy!” The scream tore from my throat, “DADDY, PLEASE! HELP ME!” Daniel would hear me. I knew he’d come bursting through that door any second now, fury in his eyes, ready to take back what belonged to him. But the hallway was empty when Vincent dragged me through. No. It wasn’t empty at all. My screams died, strangled in my throat. The walls were painted in blood, so thickly that it looked like wallpaper. Bodies littered the floor—men in suits I’d seen at the auction, they’d been alive and breathing just minutes ago.

I got to the library, where the noise came from, and pressed a discreet button under one of the shelves. The shelves gave way in two, revealing the dark hallway that led to the dungeon. I was right. Dante Alvarez was right there on the floor, battered and bloodied, being kicked around and punched viciously, by the hefty, tattooed men that were in the dungeon with him. As I approached the dungeon doors, the men mounted there came towards me, brandishing the golf clubs in their hands menacingly, and I let out a dry scoff. It wasn’t like they stood a chance against me with those…

We had been stuck in the library for hours, roaming through the witches section, looking for spells and how to break or trap them. There was no use, but Dorcas and Lance did not seem like they were giving up so soon. The place was as usual, empty but with books neatly arranged. I remembered that Lance had brought in some new section of books, he called it the fiction section. It made children come here a lot but since we had gotten there a little too early, there was no one around. So we locked the doors behind us as we walked in.

’, I thought and rolled my eyes. . “Fine.”, Dada finally agreed after a lot of persuasion from me. . . Once I reached the library, I started looking for the book having details of all kinds of creatures in the world. And thankfully, my research ended after half an hour. This is a magical book that gets updated automatically along with time, just as Wikipedia in g****e terms. I quickly read all the pages of those creatures about whom I already knew like Nephilim, Demon, Angels, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Dragons, and Vampires.

like Dante might actually be working for. I slip away from the main floor, moving through the labyrinth of the penthouse until I find a darkened library. It’s a sharp contrast to the party. Quiet, smelling of leather and aged scotch. A few groups are huddled in the corners, speaking in the low, hushed tones of men making deals.

Aurora Brooks I was inside Alexander’s room. My eyes widened at the darkness filling it. Its style wasn’t like the other cheerful rooms. It looked like the room of a dangerous criminal who knew nothing about mercy. Black and gray colors, a bed covered in dark sheets. The moment I took my first step inside, his deep voice slipped into my ears and rooted me in place. He sounded so close I thought he had spoken from inside them. “Didn’t they teach you the manners of knocking on doors and waiting for permission?”

She's the dark-featured girl in the library who you know secretly wants to sneak you into the stacks and suck your cock while other people browse nearby for steamy entries from Kushner or Munro or the hideously delicious truths of David Foster Wallace. “Wanna watch some p**n?” she asks me through a strand of hair that falls lazily over her face. She blows it up playfully as she looks at me with a sudden pep in her energy. “Yes,” I say to her without having to think twice, and soon she has the TV remote opening up our internet browser HDMI input. Then we're scrolling through our favorite saved pornography websites, all of our various technological vices laid out for us in a half-crescent buff

DAISY I felt Daddy Luxuria's cock throb madly inside of me. "You want to take us both at the same time?" Grayson daddy asked, disbelief and horniness mixed up on his face. "Yes... Yes, daddy. I want to have your cock and daddy's cock inside of me at the same time"