by Madison Faye
He pulled out of me and my ass clenched, feeling empty.
Alex took his place next. His cock slid right in my naughtiest hole, already well lubricated with the cum of two men. He gripped my hips, his fingers pressing roughly into my skin, but I welcomed the pain. My asshole still burned slightly from the foreign stretching sensation, but now, all I could really concentrate on was pleasure.
My need for release.
My need to orgasm and come all over my daddies’ cocks.
“Please,” I begged.
My pussy pleaded for attention, but still they wouldn’t allow me to touch myself, nor did they touch me either. Alex punished and used me just as hard as the other men did. By the time he was finished, I was feeling sorry for myself. Raw desire pulsed through me, each hit like a lightning bolt of pleasure that was so strong, it made me feel weak against it.
He pulled out and the cum from three men dripped out of my clenching asshole, my body used for their pleasure and not mine.
I moaned softly as the three of them lifted me and placed me on my back on the bed. Jayce took my wrists and held them above my head, tying them there with one of his ties. My pussy throbbed, still untouched. I felt truly and utterly punished.
“Please let me come,” I begged.
“Go to sleep. In the morning, you’ll shower and get ready to go to your first day of college classes,” Jayce responded, and they joined me in bed.
Not a single one of my daddies touched my pussy and I whined, eventually falling into a fitful sleep. My dreams were composed of visions of my daddies spanking me, fucking me, and making me come over and over again. I moaned for that again.
Chapter Ten
Dani
The next morning, my daddies woke me up early. Jayce untied me and all three of them massaged my sore shoulders. My cunt throbbed, still pulsing with desire. Once I had showered and was ready to go, Jayce took me into the bedroom, Alex and Seth by his side.
“Drop your jeans and bend over the bed. I’ve got something that will remind you to behave all day, that will make you remember that you will always obey your daddies or else you’ll be punished,” he murmured.
With a whimper, I submitted, pushing my pants past my hips and down to my thighs. I bent over the bed and pushed my panties down too, waiting for my next instructions.
“Am I getting a spanking?” I asked, my ass still sore from Daddy’s belt last night.
“No, baby girl,” he answered. “Spread your cheeks and show your daddies your naughty little hole. We have a plug with your name on it, that’s going to punish our bad girl all day, making her remember that she is a little girl, and not in charge.”
I whined, reaching back slowly and gripping my bottom cheeks. I spread my ass for them and whimpered, ashamed that three men were staring down at my forbidden channel, the place where all three of them had fucked me last night.
His thumb spread lubricant over my asshole and was quickly replaced by a hard plastic toy. He pushed the plug into my ass, slowly, stretching it painfully. I fought against it, only earning myself a quick spanking before I relaxed and took it all in. Once it popped into place, he pulled up my panties and jeans, effectively forcing the plug to stay in position.
“Now, you’ll remember what happens to naughty little girls who talk back to their daddies,” Seth said, patting my ass.
Alex cupped my pussy with his palm, slapping it softly and I moaned.
“If you’re very good and wear this plug all day, maybe we’ll let you come when you get back home,” Alex said, and I bit my lip.
“Will you be a good girl?” Jayce demanded, taking my chin in his fingers.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied pitifully. My pussy throbbed. I needed to come so bad.
I was made to wear that plug all day. Class after class, I squirmed in my seat, feeling the heavy weight of the plug deep in my asshole, my sopping wet pussy pulsing with unreleased passion. Luckily, no one paid much attention to me and I tried to keep quiet.
As much as I expected it to be terrible, it really wasn’t. My daddies had signed me up for a variety of classes, including creative writing, art, and English, all things I enjoyed. Much to my surprise, I didn’t have any science or math classes in my schedule and I adored them for it. I’d always hated those the most in high school.
College was different. It allowed me more freedom and much to my surprise, I was enjoying myself by the end of the day. When my daddies arrived to pick me up, I was overjoyed to see them and grinned with happiness.
I climbed in the car and kissed each one after the other.
“Thank you, Daddies. Thank you for making me go to college. It wasn’t as bad as I thought,” I said, and Jayce grinned in both pride and approval.
“Is the plug still in your bottom, Dani-girl?” he asked with a smirk.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“When we get home, I want you naked, in the bedroom. I want to see the pretty pink gem in your asshole and then, your daddies are going to fuck you, good and hard. You’re going to come all over our cocks. Understand, little girl?” Jayce continued and the ache in my pussy returned with sudden force.
“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” I replied, my smile growing even larger.
When we got home, I wasted no time in divesting myself of clothing. I threw my shirt off in the living room, kicked shoes off in the hallway, left jeans in the doorway and socks by the bed. I reached the side of the bed and unclasped my bra, pushing my panties down in a rush until I was entirely naked.
My pussy was soaked. I was so turned on.
Jayce forced me down on the bed, and I opened my legs for him.
“Look at this cunt, Dani-girl. So fucking wet for your daddies,” he growled, and I rolled my hips toward him. He undid his pants, releasing his massive cock and I licked my lips. He teased my entrance with it and I moaned, my clit demanding his attention. He grinned, and his dick slammed into my pussy, spearing me with one single motion. He fucked me hard, his cock owning my cunt. It hurt, but it felt so damn good that all I could do was moan in relief.
He lifted me off the bed and I felt Seth behind me. He gripped the plug in my asshole and pulled, slowly taking it out of me, only to replace it with his cock. He pressed into me, his dick stretching my tight rim until I was full.
Full of two cocks at once.
Seth leaned back on the bed, taking me with him, Jayce towering over top of me and then, Alex turned my head. I was staring at his cock. Opening my mouth, I sucked him obediently, my body set ablaze with desire.
Full of three cocks at once.
Filthy, dirty, and wonderful. Exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I needed.
Then they all began to move.
Delicious friction heated my entire body. Hot desire sliced through my veins like a knife to butter. I melted in their dominance, theirs, utterly and completely.
“You’re finally allowed to come, Dani-girl. Come all over your daddies’ cocks,” Jayce murmured, and I moaned around Alex’s dick.
Fuck, it felt so good.
They fucked me hard and I could feel my release simmering deep inside me, could feel my body rising higher and higher into the world of pleasure and then, Jayce’s hand slipped between us, his thumb pressing down on my vulnerable clit and my world shattered.
All I knew then was white-hot ecstasy, pleasure like I’d never known capturing me like a riptide. I shook, I keened, I trembled with it, but I was no match for its power. My release was all consuming and I couldn’t think of anything but my pleasure.
I came once, and then twice, my entire body tightening with passion when my daddies groaned all around me. I felt their cum coat my pussy and my ass, and when it hit the back of my throat, I did my best to swallow every drop.
I came for a third and final time, an orgasm that rocked my world so hard it left my entire body feeling like jelly. I moaned, I screamed, but when I finally calmed, I was there, safe in my daddies’ arms. All three of them.
“Good gir
l,” Jayce murmured, his cock twitching in my pussy. Alex pulled his cock from my mouth and I licked my lips.
“I love you, Daddies,” I whispered.
“Love you, Dani-girl,” Jayce replied.
“Love you more, baby girl,” Seth whispered.
“Not as much as we love you,” Alex said.
I had found love in a place I’d never expected to. I had found not one daddy, but three of them and I knew it was perfect. They were my daddies and I was their little girl.
The End
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Mafia Daddy by Renee Rose
Chapter One
Jenna
The pounding music might be the only thing keeping me on my feet at the moment. I bounce and spin on the dance floor to the beats of DJ Sunshine, the coolest female DJ on Ibiza. I may or may not have one too many cosmos in me. The room tilts and spins alarmingly every time I slow down.
I guess I ought to thank mobster Nico Tacone for footing the bill on this party lifestyle, but I spent my entire life hating him, so gratitude would be an adjustment. Still, he released me from our marriage contract and gave me the money to run away until he worked things out with our families, so I have nothing to complain about.
I turn and run into a wall of fine Italian suit. Pleasure overtakes me at a familiar masculine scent, and I throw my arms around the man’s neck before my brain registers what this means.
I’ve been found. Caught.
“Alex!” I breathe.
My father’s right-hand man. His soldier, bodyguard, protégé—whatever you want to call him.
I don’t mean to fling myself at him, but my body control isn’t the best. Oh, who am I kidding? I totally want to plaster myself all over this man.
He’s been the subject of my schoolgirl crushes since I was fifteen.
Strong, handsome, powerful, sexy. Italian. He’s everything I love in a man. And he’s off limits. Or rather, as a mafia princess with a marriage contract to another family, I’ve been off limits to him.
Which meant no matter how much I flirted or attempted to provoke him, he never showed any interest beyond the smolder of desire I swore burned in his gaze. But then, he might give every girl those sizzling looks, because I’m pretty sure he’s a huge player.
His iron arm bands around my waist, presumably to hold me up, since I’m not doing a great job of it myself, but I take it as an invitation and lift my legs to wrap around his waist.
“That’s it, bambina.” He’s never called me baby before and the pleasure of it ripples through me as he shifts his forearm under my ass, turns and walks swiftly toward the door.
By the time my brain catches on to what’s happening, we’re off the dance floor and almost out of the nightclub. “Wait!” I try to get down. I guess when I attached myself to him in greeting, I was angling for some sexy dancing out on the floor. But Alex is all business, and if he thinks he’s dragging me back to Chicago to face my father, he’s going to have a fight on his hands.
I kick and thrash and suddenly Yuri, the huge, tattooed Russian who sits and watches the DJ, Lucy, every night with a moon face, steps in front of us, blocking Alex.
“Put girl down.” His accent is as thick as his meaty arms.
You gotta love Yuri. I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure he’s ex-mafia, too. Or bratva—whatever they call Russian mafiya. His tattoos read like a rap sheet and when he’s not looking moony at Lucy, his expression promises death to anyone who gets in his way or looks too long at his girl.
Alex’s body, already rigid, goes even tighter. He lowers me slowly to my feet, I suppose so he has his hands free to fight.
I thrust my body between them, but Alex effortlessly pushes me behind him.
“It’s okay, Yuri.” Damn, I’m slurring a bit. I pat Alex’s well-dressed arm. “He’s mine. I mean—he’s with me. I’m with him. He can take me now.”
Yuri cracks his knuckles. “You know this guy? He’s not safe.”
I actually hear Alex growl beside me.
“He’s safe for me,” I say quickly. “Not for other people.” Definitely not for you. I take Alex’s arm, anxious to get out of there without any bloodshed. “Let us pass, Yuri.”
Yuri’s eyes narrow, but after two beats, he steps aside.
Alex doesn’t take his menacing glare off the guy until we’re long past, then he swoops me back up, carrying me toddler style on his hip.
“This is fun.” I sit even taller and kick my feet like a happy tot. It’s a ridiculous position, but I love it.
“I would throw you over my fucking shoulder, but I’m afraid you’d puke on my heels,” Alex grumbles.
I giggle and tangle my fingers in his thick, dark hair. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I already know I’m going to be embarrassed about my behavior tomorrow, but in this moment, it’s too pleasurable to be this close to Alex with my inhibitions down.
Apparently he’s cased me out, because he walks the block back to my hotel and goes straight to my suite, where he waits for me to fumble in the tiny cross-shoulder purse for the key. I accidentally drop it and only then does he put me down.
I’m drunk, so I’m probably making stuff up, but I like to think he enjoyed carrying me as much as I loved straddling his waist. Of course, I’d like to straddle his waist in a whole different configuration, but that probably won’t happen.
“Please tell me my dad isn’t here,” I slur as he unlocks the door to the luxury suite I’ve been staying in and pushes it open.
“Nope, just me.” His voice is tight. He takes off his suit jacket with an impatient jerk.
“Why are you pissed?”
He cocks a brow, which is an extremely sexy look on him. I definitely have a thing for pissed-off Italian hot shots. Casualty of living in La Cosa Nostra, I guess. His eyes rake over me, taking in my short mini-skirt and cropped spaghetti top.
Okay, I’m showing way more skin than I would back home, but I’m on a Spanish island.
“You were dancing at a nightclub, dressed like that—drunk. Anything could’ve happened to you, piccolina!”
I shake my head, which has the effect of making the room spin. “I was safe,” I slur. “You saw how Yuri act—”
I’m cut off when Alex grabs my forearm, spins me around, and pushes my torso down over the bed. I giggle when his hand smacks down on my ass, even though it smarts like hell.
“Don’t say that fucking name again.”
“What? Yuri—ow! Okay! Ouch.” I dance right and left as he smacks my ass five more times. “Jesus, Alex. What—are you jealous?” Again, it’s something I wouldn’t have said sober. But I’ve also never been bent over and spanked by my father’s soldier either.
And I have to say, it’s thrilling, albeit a bit stingy.
I’m not afraid of Alex. I meant what I said to Yuri—he’s safe for me. His loyalty to my father goes bone deep. Until this moment, I would’ve sworn he wouldn’t hurt a hair on my head, but the spanking doesn’t worry me. In fact, I take it as a sign that I might actually get somewhere with Alex for once.
“Jealous?” Alex is breathing hard, which doesn’t make sense because he’s in great shape. Unless… he’s as excited as I am. He yanks up my mini-skirt.
I squeal and reach back with both hands to hold it down, but he grabs my wrists and pins them behind my back. Then he lifts my skirt up to my waist and smacks my ass. I’m wearing a G-string, so his palm connects with bare skin and makes a crack that I’m sure the people in the room next door can hear. My pussy clenches at the intimacy of the act. His hand is so close to my t
ingling lady bits.
“Yeah, maybe.” He smacks me again. “Some stronzo Russian tries to stop me from leaving with you? He’s lucky I didn’t shove his balls down his throat.” He’s spanking me hard, first one cheek, then the other.
I choke on my breath. I didn’t expect Alex to put a claim on me. Of course, it might not mean anything. He probably thinks he owns me because he’s acting as my father’s agent. And Lord knows my father thinks he owns me.
He keeps spanking. “Tell me you haven’t been down there every fucking night like this.”
I don’t answer because I’m not going to lie, and the truth is going to make him more mad. And I’m not sure I can handle more spanking, even though my pussy is wet, clit throbbing.
He takes my silence as a yes and spanks harder, his hand falling in swift, punctuating movements. “Tell me—” His voice goes rough, almost broken. “Tell me you didn’t let those bastards take advantage of you. Tell me!” he roars.
Uh… what bastards?
He stops spanking me. “Jenna?” Yes, his voice sounds broken.
“No—never.”
I’m still a virgin, as ridiculous as that may sound. All those years, promised to Nico Tacone—I don’t know, I guess I was afraid he’d do something horrible to me if I wasn’t a virgin on our wedding night. And since he set me free a few months ago, well… no one here was Alex.
So that’s that.
Alex abruptly pulls me up and turns me to face him. “Never?” he croaks.
I shake my head. “Never, ever.”
His mouth descends on mine in a punishing kiss.
I swoon. All this time, I’ve been hoping I wasn’t reading an attraction that wasn’t there. Praying he wouldn’t reject me yet again. And now—praise the virgin Madonna—he’s kissing me!