Dirty Daddies Underground
"Hold her mouth open, she's too polite to ask for it." A firm hand grips my jaw, keeping it rigid, as another man grabs above me, thick and palming, his cock sliding against my tongue with a parishing rhythm. She appeared to be a transaction. One night. A girl forced to sell herself for money, and three men could offer more than she'd ever dreamed, for a price. But Harper isn't like the others. When she steps into that hotel suite, fragile and broken all at once, she isn't just agreeing to pleasure. She's agreeing to surrender. And something about her, about the way she flinches, the way she weeps, the way she doesn't ask for more, makes them all pause. They own a club built on power, discipline, and unshakable rules. But she doesn't know any of that yet. All she knows is what it feels like to be touched, like she matters, just once. When they ask if she wants more, she says the wrong thing. "I'll have to ask Mark." "What should've been a second argument is a revelation. They know what Mark is. And now they know what he's been doing to her. Two days later, they offered her another night. Same price. Only this time... they don't plan on letting her go back.
"Good girl, take it. All of it. Even when it hurts." I scream into the pillow as one thrusts deeper, harder, the other presses his weight against my back, whispering filth into my ear, and slapping my thigh until I shake.