All Chapters of Forbidden Fairytales (A Short Story Collection): Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

I groaned and pushed against him, helping him go further. “Oh Jesus…” he groaned once he was all the way in my ass. “This feels…insane! So hot!” I moaned. “Now slowly start to fuck me,” I instructed, trying to be a good teacher but it felt so good all I wanted to do was rock against that solid hard cock buried so deep in my ass. I writhed, loving it. He started to move, thrusting against me, slapping my ass with his balls. I reached down to finger my clit as he fucked me. The lube made everything slippery and nice and within minutes, Daddy had found his rhythm. His little grunts matched my moans and soon the room was filled with the sounds of our fucking. “Slap my ass,” I gasped, begging. “Please, Daddy! Tell me I’m your little bitch!” “God yes!” He gave my ass a sharp whap, then rubbed the sting away like a pro. He hit it again and I shuddered at the zinging pain that was a perfect complement to the pleasure building deep inside me. “My little slut. My little cock tease,”

I followed him, my core clenching. Another wave of pleasure rolled through me. He sat in the chair and bent me over his knee, lifting my skirt. I pushed my knees together, feeling his hard cock pressed against my stomach and his hand caressing my bare ass. Greg grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped my ass hard, making it sting. “I don’t want to punish you, Tracy. But you’ve disappointed me.” “I’m sorry, sir.” Another slap. Harder this time. “Sorry for what?” he asked. My heart pounded against my chest, heat warmed my core. When I didn’t answer, he slapped my ass again, and I whimpered. “Sorry for what?” “For coming to your house last night.” “And?” “And?” I asked, brows furrowed. He slapped my ass again, his hand coming down closer and closer to my pussy. “For coming into work without a bra every fucking day,” he said in my ear. Slap. “For distracting me.” Slap. His hand in my hair tightened. “Do you know how fucking

MY Assassin's POV I came here with one goal—to kill this sweet little creature while she was sleeping. But I couldn’t contain my urge to play with my food for a bit. To torture her, to tease that sweet little body until she was begging to be exorcised from it. And now I was standing in front of a dilemma. Should I kill her, or should I fuck her first?I looked at her and saw a hopeful little puppy who was scared of dying. I saw someone who was brave enough to wish for sex in their last minutes, someone whose pulse was still beating hard, whose skin was flushed, and whose excitement was showing by the goosebumps on her skin.In all honesty, I had never in my entire career as a hitman let myself get close to a victim, and rarely were there words that could make me stop or slow down the killing process, but somehow her appeal stopped me in my tracks.This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking h

I nodded and did as he said.“Show me.”I opened my mouth and revealed my tongue to him when another spit landed on it.“Hold it in your mouth, and don’t swallow until I tell you.”I nodded, too scared to say something so I didn’t lose his spit.His mouth went to the other nipple, and his fingers and tongue started playing with it.He took his time teasing me, moving from one breast to the other, or to both simultaneously, until I thought I was going to come just from the nipple stimulation alone.“Don’t you dare come, doll,” he said as if reading my mind, and pulled back slightly. “I can feel how desperate are your legs to close, how needy is that cunt to have something relieve it.”“Please,” I begged, not even knowing if I begged for him to let me come, or for him to stop.“No.” His hand gripped my throat and started squeezing the sides. “Now swallow.”I obeyed once again, and while I let the saliva slide down my throat, I slowly started to get lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.Liar. He sai