Plunge In Deep Daddy; Filthy Age Gap Stories

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby. Daddy’s waiting. ~~~~~ 1~♠ BODY, p***y, MOUTH. ELENA “Turn around and let us see that fat ass!” My heart hammered in my chest as I danced on the private stage. Lust Underground club was one frequented by dangerous men ranging from politicians to hungry motherfuckers and mafia gangsters. Lewd and naked in two words. This was the only means of survival I had and I made sure to do my best at my work. I wore almost nothing but just a tiny black lace bra that barely held my t**s and a matching thong that rode up my ass as I moved. I twirled around the pole, my hips rolling slowly and dirty, just like they paid extra for. My long dark hair stuck to my sweaty skin as I danced. I could feel their hungry eyes on me, but I needed the money. Badly. That was when I saw him. He stood at the back like he owned the f*****g world. He was tall with broad shoulders, long silky black hair that was tied to the back. He had a sharp jaw and eyes so dark they looked black. His name was Salvatore Mirano. When anyone mentions his name, you must surely tremble with fear. He was 51 years old according to the news but that didn't stop any young lady from dripping and worshipping at his feet. He was very handsome for his age. I kept dancing, but my eyes kept sliding back to him. His eyes were intent on me and even though I forced my body not to react, it made my p***y throb. Like he was already imagining bending me over. When the music ended, I stepped off the stage, breathing hard, and moved into the back hallway to catch my breath. It wasn't even a minute I got there when I heard it—a muffled scream and the sound of a gunshot. I froze on the spot, unable to move. Peeking around the corner, I saw everything. Salvatore was standing over a man on his knees with blood already pooling on the floor. The man begged, but Salvatore didn’t even blink. He pressed the gun to the guy’s head and pulled the trigger. I gasped, my palm splayed across my mouth. Salvatore's head snapped toward me instantly and when those dark eyes locked on mine, my legs turned to jelly. “f**k,” I whispered, turning to run but immediately I felt strong hands grabbed me from behind before I could even take three steps. He slammed me against the wall, his chest pressing into my back as his big hand wrapped around my throat. My heart slammed with fear. f**k, his body was rock hard and burning hot. “You just saw something you shouldn’t have seen, little dancer,” he growled in my ear, his voice deep and somehow the roughness made my n*****s harden instantly. “I-I didn’t see anything,” I lied, my voice shaking. His hand slid down my body, gripping my waist. “Don’t lie to me.” His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered. “I should put a bullet in that pretty head of yours right now. You deserve it, don't you?” I whimpered but instead of fear, heat flooded between my legs and my p***y clenched. What the f**k was wrong with me? Salvatore spun me around and pinned me to the wall with his hips. God, he was huge. I could feel the thick bulge of his c**k pressing against my stomach through his pants. My breath hitched. “Please…” I whispered, begging. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. Up close he was even more terrifyingly beautiful with his sharp cheekbones, a scar on his jaw, and those eyes that looked like they could eat my soul. “You have two choices, baby girl,” he said quietly. “You either die tonight… or belong to me for one full year showing me total obedience. You’re mine, your body, your mouth and your p***y, everything.” My heart raced so fast I began to feel dizzy. His thumb stroked my bottom lip. “If you say yes now I’ll keep you alive. I’ll take care of your debts, your family and everything. But you’ll call me Daddy when my c**k is inside you.” I should’ve screamed. Oh good lord, I should’ve tried to run again, instead, my voice came out shaky. “Yes.” A dark smile curved at his lips. “Good girl.” Those two words sent a rush of wetness straight to my thong and he noticed it. His hand slid between my legs, his fingers pressing against my soaked laced pantie. “Don’t tell me you're dripping for me already,” he murmured, almost amused. “I haven't even touched you.” He rubbed his fingers in slow circles over my c**t through the fabric making me moan as my hips jerked against his hand. “Ah.” I cried when he dipped two of his fingers into my slippery folds. “f**k, you’re tight,” he groaned, removing his fingers before he pushed one finger inside me again, then two, making me stretch slowly. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He finger-f****d me right there, my back against the wall, while his thumb kept rubbing my swollen c**t, my legs shaking. “Look at me,” he ordered and I obeyed him. Those dark eyes locked on mine, burning with hunger as he worked my p***y faster. “You’re going to learn to take Daddy’s c**k like a good girl. I'm going to take you whenever I want. Do you understand? This is what you've caused for yourself.” “Yes… Daddy,” I whispered. He growled and kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth while his fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars. I came hard, moaning into his mouth, my p***y clenching hard around his fingers. When I finally stopped shaking, he pulled his fingers out and made me suck them until they were clean. I tasted my juice on him, my eyes locked on him the whole time. Salvatore watched me with pure hunger as his palm wrapped around my neck. “Tonight you're going to sleep in my bed,” he said, his voice rough. “And when it's tomorrow we will sign the contract and then I’m going to f**k this sweet little p***y until you forget your own name.” He grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me out through the private exit. I was scared and I was soaked. And I needed nobody to tell me I was completely f****d.