Ruin Me, Daddy: 50 Shades Darker Compilation

Chapter One: Wild Orgasm

Catty's POV

"I'm Catty Drew and my fiance would rather fuck his sex doll than me!"

I gulp down the last drop of liquor and slam the glass on the table, shattering into irreconcilable pieces, but it still isn't as broken as my heart as I tremble in a jerky cry.

The club's security steps forward to haul me out but stops and disappears because a hand is simply lifted. This is the second time he's saved me. The first was when I wandered into the silent VIP lounge.

But in all of his kindness, he remains mute!

"The only reason he wants me to meet his family is to claim his shitty trust fund and inheritance." My lips quiver. Misery loves company, so I rant on.

"He thinks I'm too fat. I mean, I'm just okay..." I brush tears off my drunken lips.

Then I pause. Sitting calmly in his clean tuxedo and sipping from his glass makes me feel stupid. His hair is tousled in gentle waves with grey stripes in the middle. He's those old men who would beat a young man to the front of any magazine cover... one of those whose looks make being a sugar baby a good thing. He notices my sudden switch of emotions and simply rolls his eyes in my direction.

"You think he's right, yeah?"

Silent.

Somehow, this hurts more than everything I've heard.

I launch at him, charging for his glass, but he lifts it above me. Tall, he's at an advantage. I spin, not sure what the hell I'm doing. I get on his table with a bottle of obviously expensive liquor and other items. I raise the bottle of liquor.

"Tell me what you think or I'll break your baby." I pout.

"And I'd love to break you too." His cool baritone sweeps the place and echoes in my head.

My fuzzy brain tries not to replay his response. "So?" I ask, acting deviant.

He reaches for his glass but I'm swift to step my leg on his shoulder, planting him back on his seat. My red heel digs into the hollow of his collarbone and the hem of my skimpy dress jumps up, baring my thighs.

"Three seconds," I mumble. "One. Two..."

When he doesn't move, I look down to find his eyes up my thighs... right underneath my spread dress.

Fuck!

Jumping on my adrenaline pump, I attempt to remove my leg but his big hand lies on top of it, trapping me in a firm touch.

I'm bare... naked! Those tiny strings have a way of cutting through my pussy and gripping my clit, so I love to go about naked underneath. Having a hot stranger, one that I provoked, looking at my pussy sends mixed emotions down my spine.

I gulp dryly, not sure why I care about his reaction... His lips twitch. Even an old man finds me unattractive.

"I warned you, Catty."

Before I can make a sense of it, he settles me around his shoulders in a smooth motion, and dumps me on the couch, kneeling in between my spread thighs with his face barely an inch from my pussy. His breath is oddly cool on my body, and I just realized I'm wet... for a stranger!

"Beautiful." He hums, rolling up my dress. "Perfect." He opens my legs to fully fit in. "Wet." A nasty smirk displays on his face.

"Huh?" I mumble like a moron.

The light rays settle on his face, revealing a man fucking hot as god himself. His dragon-blue eyes are hypnotic. And damn, those lips...

"You want to know what I think of you, right?" Opening two fingers like scissors, he slices through my pussy, pressing my thick bud in his tight fingers. "And your boyfriend is an idiot."

I gasp, releasing my held breath in a shuddering moan.

"Catty, did just looking at your succulent pussy make you wet?" He chuckles and runs along my pink folds. "You're just a naughty girl."

My hands reach to push him off but when his thumb stop on my clit and teases, he shoots raw emotions through my body, awakening all the bad nerves James had buried from his nonchalance.

"Sucha perfect fucking pussy." He seals the gap, closing my thick bud in his mouth and sucking. It makes a sloppy sound.

FUCK!!!

My brain is fuzzy. My mouth opens but I only stifle a cry. One hand beats the table like a psycho and the other grabs his hair.

He slips in his tongue and when he releases my pussy from the prison of his coarse fingers, he pokes the start of my vagina with his tongue, pushing into my wetness.

HOLY FUCK!!!

My last shred of morality snaps. I dig into his hair, cup his head, and arch my waist forward as I aggresiveky fuck his face. If I'm going to sin, I might as well do it well.

He thrusts in a finger, right beneath his tongue, taking me to the wildest heavens and riding me till I go crazy. My hands find anything to hold onto. My nails dig into the couch, leaving costly damage.

"Oh, god!" I cry shamefully. "James is an idiot." I squirm, shaky, far gone.

All of me stiffens, suddenly jerking like I'm being tasered.

"Not now, sugar." He pulls out, driving me nuts.

I look down to see him grab the bottle of whipped cream. He chuckles and sprays a thick lump of the reddish-white substance on me on my quivering pussy. Oh, god! It's not just whipped cream, it's mixed with chilli.

My pussy is on fire!

"I want to have all flavors... but on you." He buries his face in the mess, tongue stroking to find the opening of my pussy. It soothes the burning sensation. "Cum."

The tip of his tongue strikes my sensitive spot, jerking me to his command. I squirm, letting orgasm shoot through me as I ooze out juice. Watching him suck every drop with the cream makes me cum again.

"Good girl." He grins, face messy as a clown as he licks me till my pussy is in the wild again.

He positions me on my side and spanks my ass like a little slut. "See you again, dripping doll. Hopefully." He picks up the disposable napkin and wipes his face.

Then he slips a few notes on the table. "Leave when you want to. No one will trouble you. I paid for the whole arena."

My body is still jerking from my sin and his absence makes me feel stupid. How the hell did that happen?

It's not a sin if we didn't fuck, right?

Letting out a soft sigh, I get down from the couch and walk over to the bathroom to fix myself. Returning to the spot, I stare at the bills and hesitantly take them. I feel cheap. Very cheap.

I walk out of the club, avoiding the eyes of everyone. As soon as I get to the road, I flag down a cab and head back home. Coming to the club was a bad idea that would never happen again. I pay him and drag my feet down the interlocked walkway to the front door. It opens before I reach for the knob.

James rushes out and shuts the door like he wants to gossip. His dark hair is messy. It makes me suspicious.

"Kate, not so fast." He whispers.

My guilt is driving thoughts through my head. Did he also cheat on me?

"I'll go first." My voice is shaky. "Would you kill me if I cheated on you?"

Oddly, he spins into laughter. "Dressing like some comical Cinderella won't have men flocking around you like bees." He pauses. "I mean, come on, why would you cheat on me?"

Tears sting my eyes. "I..."

The door opens, cutting my speech short. A man taller than James by a few inches shows up. He's as perfect as a walking god. Fire hair, broad shape, dragon-blue eyes...

"Babe, meet Mr. Alistair Sinclair, my dad."

What. The. FUCK?!

Catty's POV

My boyfriend's dad fucked me... no, ate my pussy!

I go numb, forgetting my burning cunt.

"Did you forget your manners, Kate?"

James's cold voice holds me back from posting further in his father's soothing gaze.

"I-I'm..." I stutter stupidly. "I'm sorry." I swallow, confused. "Good... uh..." I look outside, suddenly confused about the time of day.

The dark sky makes me remember it's evening. My gaze returns to the pair. While James fumes, his father keeps a calm demeanor, with a small knowing smile kissing his fine figure to perfection.

"Good evening, sir." I duck, ashamed.

The images from about an hour ago taunt me. His voice, touch, command... Damn! Sweat breaks out of my pores.

"This is the reason I can't take you seriously," James whispered in my ear. Next, he locks his arm with mine and pulls me along. "Act like a freaking human. You're not a zombie."

I nod, gulping dryly.

He shuts the door behind us as we walk into the small apartment. It's a three-bedroom duplex. We moved down here last month after James ran out of his bi-yearly allowance. Now, he claims he's ready to settle down. We both know the truth... better still, we all know, considering my big mouth spilled it to his father.

"I heard you make the best turkey sauce." Mr. Alistair mumbles behind us. "Is it sweeter than what I tasted?"

Oh, god. I freeze beside James so he pulls me along for the next two steps. What he tasted?! Is he going to tell?

I'm so doomed!

James notices and stops. He looks at me with a slight irritation. He leans in to murmur in my ear. "For once Kate, can you not embarrass me?" Then looks at his dad. "How about you have a taste?" He grins.

From my side eye, I see Mr. Alistair shrug.

We go over to the set dining and I dish out their meals including mine. James puts my chair in the middle, oblivious of our affair. He sits, with his dad going next, acting all saintly.

"Let me officially introduce you to my... woman," James says after a brief hesitation. "She's hardworking and decent." He runs my hand. "Unlike the 21st-century ladies, she is homely."

His statement is a direct bullet to my head. I look away, shy, stupid, silly. Goosebumps crawl over me despite the place being fully cold.

"Uhm... I... I need to take a shower." I stutter and rush upstairs without his approval.

"And clean too." I hear James murmur after me.

"Hmm... Very clean." Mr. Alistair chuckles and bites down on his meal.

His words bring back memories I try to fight. Once I rush into the room, I slam the door shut and run to the bed. I dump my ass on it, with my back pressed to the bed frame.

'He thinks I'm clean.' I murmur in my head.

Instead of burning with rage and irritation, it somehow turns me on. My eyes snap shut, reliving the filthy memories in the club. His tongue teasing, thrusting, tasting me like I'm the sweetest cherry...

My legs involuntarily clasp.

'Beautiful. Perfect. Wet... And your boyfriend is an idiot.' His words are fresh in my head.

A soft moan escapes my throat. I press my legs firmly, putting pressure on my clit, and pleasure likewise. It bursts with excitement, lighting up my whole body.

I try not to remember his face and tongue fighting through the thick whipped cream to get to me like I'm some treasure...

Something streaks down my thighs, hot, and slick.

"No. No. No."

I jump up, still keeping my legs clapped.

On the spot I sat, right on the area my ass laid, a creamy white substance lay in a slimy lump. Here I am, coming to the mere thoughts of my soon-to-be father-in-law when I should be virtuous.

I swipe the area clean and fight the urge to the back of my mind. Bathing without touching myself is a miracle. My body still aches. Done, I change into a clean night robe and join them downstairs.

"Here she is," James announces like he means it. He stands up to help me down the last three steps and pulls out my seat. "Dad is arguing that he tasted the sweetest fruit today."

He ignorantly yaps.

"Just as spicy and yummy."

"Uh. Can we focus on the food?" I stuff my mouth with a slice of turkey, avoiding the angry stares of James and the seductive one of his father.

The rest of the dinner is James trying to lick his father's ass even though he doesn't give a fuck and focuses on me. I rush over the food on my plate, staying away from the discussion as opposed to the agreement. Low-key, it pisses James off. Immediately we finish and the gentleman starts sipping their wine, I pack up the plates.

"Let me help you."

Mr. Alistair reaches to take them from me, causing our skin to brush.

I gasp, jerking back, and letting go of the plates. He's quick to catch them, but the leftover on James's plate splashes on me. Can today get any worse?!

"I'm so sorry," he sighs, regret palpable in his tone. "I have a much fancier robe. Let me fix my mess." He insists that once I start arguing. "James, clean up this place, I raised you better."

I can feel James fuming, but Mr. Alistair doesn't let me spend one more second around the toxic energy as he holds my hand and leads me upstairs, to his room.

When we get in, he shuts the door. My senses jump to alert.

"Relax, dripping doll." He teases me. His charming smile and soothing gaze do the rest.

He's standing behind me and I'm facing the wall. I feel his hand on my shoulder, slowly slipping off the robe and daring me to pull away. Stupid, I don't. I let him work off my buttons, and tug my belt till the robe slips off. It stops around my waist, leaving my upper body naked.

"I'll quickly get mine." He murmurs.

It's clear that he's fighting the urge to touch me, just as I'm battling mine to be his real doll.

His footsteps sound as he walks to the wardrobe. Next is the rustling sound of his clothes. Then he approaches me again, holding a robe covered in rich black fur.

"Catty," he moans, leaning in so that our bodies brush. He slips the robe up my body, fingers slightly apart as they caress my bare skin. "You're now facing a mirror..." Our eyes lock in the full-length mirror.

I'm small in front of him, but with overflowing breasts that make up for my size as they roll down, ripe and lush.

Deliciously full.

His eyes are on me, fierce, dangerous... and his fingers are this close to graze the start of my boobs on my small ribcage.

"What do you want from Daddy?"

Catty's POV

"I'll fuck you and make my son thank me for it."

He sneers, feral. His tone is laced with arousal. I shut my eyes, with my breath holding up in my throat when I feel his bulge poke through my robe. His nasty smirk broadens.

Gently, his fingers cup the side of my breasts and slowly move up to roll up the big watermelons in his palms.

I moan, enjoying the coarse feel on my soft skin, too weak to fight my feelings. He squeezes, and packs them upward, clapping them to my chest. I feel his hand seize my nipples and pinch, causing me to gasp.

"Uh..." I battle a cry, shaky in his grip.

The edges of his firm lips brush my neck, further crushing my defense. "I bet you're swollen and wet for daddy." He mocks me, gently stroking down my belly.

My breast settles on his hand, and my body goes rigid as he crawls down my belly button, beneath the robe, past the clean-shaven area, and...

"Babe?" James's voice sounds from the hallway.

Oh, my god!

I jolt out of his grip, breaking the forbidden spell. Without looking at his evil eyes, I grab his robe and wear it over mine before totally taking the old one off. Done, I run out of the room before James could get to us.

"Kate." He sighs. "You took so long."

I fake a smile. My shaky hands steady on the robe. "He had to look for it."

Without giving it much thought, he shrugs and takes my hand in his. "Relax, my dad isn't scary." He laughs. "Good night, Dad."

We walk to our room which is the last room. I love the view from this angle, plus it's the master bedroom. He shuts the door once we get in, and settles on the exact spot my cum had leaked on.

"Do you think he'd believe our shenanigans and give me my part of his property?"

I look away and itch my neck. "Is this just a show to you?" I try to focus on my hurt rather than my betrayal. I walk over to my side of the bed and lie still.

"Come on, babe." He crawls onto the bed, holding my hand in his. "You're the one. I'm just trying to settle other things."

I puff, blinking back tears. That's all he ever does, settle everything but us.

"If he falls for our little show and hands me my share, I'll treat you like the first queen."

I just smile, happy that he's happy.

He pushes closer and hugs me from behind, cuddling me to sleep.

Night slowly creeps by, the darkness evoking dark thoughts. It starts from the club... everything... I hear the door creak open but I don't look at it. Silent footsteps walk towards the bed, my end of it. The person crawls into the bed, and I see the silhouette cross my body as he settles right in our middle.

My body trembles at the nasty things I know he's about to do to me. I feel his touch creep up my knee, slip underneath the robe, and in between my thighs.

'We can't do this...'

'Shhh,' he holds my thigh and raises my leg, spreading me wide. 'He may be your boyfriend but your body belongs to me.'

I feel him stroking my body, sending ripples of pleasure through me.

'Scream it.'

"Yes, daddy!"

I jolt up in bed and turn to see if he's beside me. No, it's just a nasty dream. I'm sweaty, with my robe soaked, but it isn't the only thing that's soaked. I can feel something warm stream down my thighs, again!

James closes up, seeming a bit confused.

"Are you okay?"

I nod nonstop. "It was just a nightmare." I stammer.

"And you said yes Daddy?" His brows furrow.

The hairs on my skin spike. I'm certainly getting into trouble sooner than I thought.

"I was just taking orders... as an obedient girl," I murmur and crawl out of bed. "I need to get some water."

Without waiting for his permission, I get out of bed and leave the room. Cool breeze filters in through the open glass windows and blows me into the hallway. Down the lonely part, I start nursing ridiculous thoughts.

Someone has to put a stop to the madness before it consumes us both. James is not close to being perfect, but I love him still.

I linger in front of Mr. Alistair's door, tapping my feet and rubbing my hands, trying to set the record straight. Not thinking it too hard, I twist the knob and burst in.

My eyes fall on the most shocking revelation of my twenty-five years on earth.

My boyfriend's dad has his big cock out, and masturbates to my damn robe!