Chapter 1: Introduction
Beg For It
The air in the room was thick with tension, a slow-burning heat that had been building all day.
David stood tall, his deep green eyes dark with dominance as he looked down at the three women on all fours in front of him—completely naked, completely his.
Naomi, Izzy, and Emily trembled with anticipation, their bodies aching for him, their breathing shallow as they waited for his command.
David let the silence stretch, making them squirm. He could see it—the way their thighs pressed together, the way their fingers curled into the sheets, the way their bodies ached to be touched.
“You wanted to tease me?” His voice was deep, calm, but laced with something dangerous. “Wanted to make me look like a fool?”
Emily let out a quiet whimper, her big blue eyes looking up at him with desperation. “We’re sorry, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “We just—”
“You just what?” David interrupted, running his fingers through her hair before gripping it tightly, making her gasp. “You thought it was funny? Flaunting yourselves, making me flustered in public?”
Naomi swallowed hard, her confidence slipping as she lowered her head. “We were wrong,” she admitted, her voice softer than usual. “We need you to remind us who we belong to.”
David chuckled, low and dangerous. “You need me to remind you?”
“Yes,” Izzy breathed, her body practically vibrating with need. “Please, Papi. Show us.”
David stepped behind them, his hands trailing over their backs, skimming over their trembling bodies, teasing but not giving them what they so desperately wanted.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
“Yes!” Emily whimpered, arching her back, trying to press against him. “Please, Daddy, we need you.”
David smirked. “Need me for what, baby girl? Say it.”
Naomi exhaled sharply, her fingers curling against the bed. “We need you to fuck us. Use us. Own us.”
“Please, Papi,” Izzy moaned. “No matter how powerful we are out there, we’re nothing but your fucktoys in here.”
David’s breath hitched slightly at the way they were breaking for him.
“You love being my little pleasure holes, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Emily sobbed. “Please, use us—fill us up, ruin us.”
David ran his fingers along Naomi’s trembling thighs, feeling how soaked she was. “Look at you,” he murmured. “So desperate. So needy. What happened to my strong, confident fiancées?”
Naomi let out a soft whimper, pushing back against his touch. “We’re still strong,” she whispered, “but we’re yours.”
David chuckled darkly. “Damn right, you are.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Emily’s shoulder, his voice rough against her skin. “You love this, don’t you? No matter how much power you have in the world, in here, you’re just my little sluts. My pretty little cum dumps.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Emily moaned, practically vibrating. “Please, fuck us. Please, let us be your whores.”
David groaned, gripping her hips. “You begged for it, baby girl.”
And then—he gave them exactly what they wanted.
David's hand cracked against Emily's ass, the sound sharp and sudden, echoing through the room. She cried out, her body jerking forward, hips pushing back for more. Naomi and Izzy both moaned, their own bodies tensing, wanting their turn.
He spanked them again, this time alternating, smacking each one in turn, the rhythm steady and rough. The room filled with their cries, their pleas, their begging. The scent of their arousal hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of his cologne.
David's heart pounded in his chest as he watched their bodies sway with each strike. He could see the welts forming on their skin, the imprint of his hand, and it made his cock twitch with need.
"You love this, don't you?" he growled, his voice ragged with desire. "Love being marked by me."
"Yes, Daddy," Emily whimpered, her voice breathless. "We love it."
David chuckled darkly, his hand soothing one of the red marks on Emily's ass before smacking it again. "Such good girls.
Taking their punishment so beautifully," David praised, his voice heavy with lust. He could feel the heat radiating off their skin, could see the sweat glistening on their bodies. They were perfect, absolutely perfect.
He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand, pouring some onto his fingers. "Now, let's get you ready," he murmured, spreading the lube over Emily's puckered hole. She moaned, pushing back against his touch, eager for him to fill her.
David smirked, knowing just how to tease her. He rubbed circles around her entrance, not giving her what she wanted just yet. "Not so fast, baby girl.