Rylee’s back arched, a high-pitched moan tearing from her throat as his tongue delved deep, lapping at her clit with a ruthless intensity. I watched, transfixed, as Mark worked Rylee into a frenzy, her hips bucking wildly against his mouth.…

He chuckled, low and dangerous, and I heard the sharp snap of the flogger being pulled from the rack. The first strike landed across my thighs, a stinging heat that made me scream, followed by another on my ass, the…

My pride screamed no, but my body was his, and the words spilled out, raw and desperate. “I want it. Fuck, Roman, I’m yours.” The confession was a release, a surrender, and he rewarded me by picking up speed, his…

Mark took advantage of the view, his free hand cupping her breasts, thumb teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her top. Rylee’s eyes fluttered closed, a look of pure bliss washing over her. “Oh, Dad,” she whispered, her…

Rylee skipped over to the speakers and hit play, a sultry beat pulsating through the room. I sauntered over to where Mark sat, perching on the edge of the bed, my skirt riding up to expose the smooth expanse of…