Is Kidoo Suitable For Children'S Entertainment?

"Good... I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't f*cking c*m" "Yes, Daddy" * MONALISA I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Lucius Devine, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and c*m. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive sl*t and I was going to break his boundaries until I become Daddy's Little Sub.

"Fuck, I am going to cum inside your tight pussy, Daisy" "I am close too. Want me to cum on your pretty face?" "Yes. Yes, daddies." * The Drakton brothers have never agreed on anything in years. Two rivals, deep hatred. They are hellbent on never agreeing on anything and sharing a woman? It was the last thing any of the brothers would have ever imagined. The last thing until I came through. I wanted them both. They both wanted me. None wanted to give me up and I didn't want to give any up. And for the first time since I knew my father's two friends, they both agreed on one thing. To fuck me. To share me. And I wanted it more than anything. It was wrong. Desiring, wanting or lusting after one of them was wrong but wanting both? Nothing could be more wrong, more forbidden and yet nothing could feel more right and hotter.

What happens when your secret crush is your Boss and surprisingly he asks you to become the substitute mother to his daughter? Stacy Hills is a timid girl with no rights of her own in the hands of her very own father who is more than willing to her off to get more money to spend on and in the nearby club because to him Stacy is nothing but an invaluable object used for his own advantage. She is forced by her father to sign marriage documents to her old college bully who wanted nothing more than to get between Stacy’s legs and dominate her by any means possible. Stacy for the first time refused to abide by her father's commands. In a fit of anger, her father raised his hand, poised to strike Stacy across the face. However, before he could act, a chilling threat filled the room, freezing him in place. "If you lay a hand on her, I will not hesitate to take every measure to ensure you are imprisoned for assaulting a woman, even if that woman happens to be your own daughter," a deep, menacing voice threatened, causing Ethan's hand to pause mid-air. "Yes! No one dares to hurt my substitute mummy!” A young girl's voice said, coming out from behind her Dad. "If anyone dares, then they'll face a cruel punishment from my daddy,” She had a serious look on her cute little face.

️ Content Warning ️ This novel contains explicit sexual content, BDSM, power imbalance, rough play, captivity, obsession, dub-con / non-con themes, violence, dark romance, and mature language. It is intended for adult readers (18+) only. If you are uncomfortable with dark erotic themes, morally grey characters, or scenes of control and possession, please do not proceed. * * I never thought I could live my life this way—on my knees, collar around my throat, begging for the touch of a man who should terrify me. Milo isn’t just any man. He’s the mafia king everyone fears, the devil in a tailored suit. One mistake put me in his path, and instead of killing me, he claimed me. Now I’m his dirty secret, his toy, his pleasure pet. His orders are law. His punishments leave me shaking. His mouth is my undoing. I should hate him for owning me. I should run, scream, fight for freedom. But when he looks at me with those hungry eyes, I crave the cage he’s locked me in. Because being Milo’s possession feels better than being anyone else’s free man.

(Completed) My panic grows and I begin to struggle with him, "Stop! William gets off me, you don't know what you are doing." He pushes me harder against the bed, "Would you feel better if it was your British boy doing this to you?" He slurs as his hands come to touch my face. I throw my face away from his touch and I see him clench his teeth from the corner of my eyes. "You don't want me anymore?" I glare at him, "Not like this I don't. Get off me!" I say, pushing him off but he traps my hands and holds them above my head. "Stop fighting me!" He snaps, "this, this is what you want!" "No, it's not!" I exclaim, kicking my legs which are slowly growing numb from his weight against him. He raises a brow, "You love me right?" I grit my teeth at his tricky question; if I say yes, then he'll want me to want this and if I say no, that would be a lie. "Yes, but not like this!" I answer in frustration. He moves to settle properly, on my legs, "Well I think you should get to know every side of me; including this side." He sneers into my ears left ear, licking my face. His hand unfastens his belt and unzips his trousers and shoves it down. ***Karen thought telling William how she felt about him would make things better between then, little did she know it would be the exact opposite.

As I was watching a movie in the cinema, a rude child kept kicking the back of my seat. He even took off his shoe and extended his foot next to my face. I turned around and chastised him to take his seat, but he stabbed me in my neck with a sharp needle. Feeling the pain, I reached out and wiped the blood from my neck. His mother chuckled. “It’s fine, he’s just fooling around with my sewing needle. It’s just a harmless jab. It’s not like it has poison on it. Be a good sport about it.” I threw the popcorn bucket onto the floor and aimed my phone’s flashlight at the rude child. I roared, “The child’s holding a discarded needle that was used on an AIDS patient in the hospital! There’s an AIDs patient’s blood on it!”