The words swam before her eyes, blurring together. She blinked hard, trying to focus.
"Oh, fuck," Emily whispered, her voice cracking. "He says he loves me."
Sophia leaned in, eyes wide. "Whoa. That's... intense."
Emily laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. "Yeah, no shit. What am I supposed to do with that?"
She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. The tequila churned in her stomach, threatening to make a reappearance.
"I can't... I can't deal with this right now," she muttered, tossing the phone aside. It landed face-down on the couch cushion, the message still glowing accusingly.
Sophia wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to fig
Emily nodded, her jaw set with determination despite her wobbling legs. Sophia reluctantly handed over the phone, hovering nearby like a protective mother hen.Taking a deep breath, Emily pressed the phone to her ear. "Hey daddy," she managed, her voice cracking slightly."Fuck," Lucas swore, his deep voice rumbling through the line. "Emily, baby girl, are you okay?"Emily let out a strangled laugh, running her free hand through her tangled hair. "I'm in shock, if I'm being honest," she admitted. "This is some seriously messed up shit."Lucas chuckled, the sound both familiar and strange in this new context. "It sounds like you're a bit drunk too, baby girl.""Yeah, well, tequila seemed like a good idea at the time," Emily mu
The harsh glare of neon lights assaulted Emily's eyes as she sank into the worn leather chair, her fingers already wrapping around the cool glass of her first shot. The bar buzzed with the usual Saturday night crowd, a cacophony of laughter and clinking glasses mingling with the thrumming bass of some forgotten rock anthem."Fuck me, I needed this," Emily muttered, knocking back the shot in one swift motion. The tequila burned a fiery path down her throat, settling warm and heavy in her gut.Sophia raised an eyebrow, already lining up their next round. "Slow down, tiger. We've got all night to drown your sorrows."Emily snorted, reaching for a chicken wing. "Right, because pacing myself has worked out so well lately."As she tore into the spicy meat, her mind drifted bac
Emily's fingers trembled as she dialed Lucas' number, her breath catching in her throat. The bar's ambient noise faded away, leaving only the thundering of her heartbeat in her ears."Hey, baby girl," Lucas' deep voice answered, sending a shiver down her spine."I know what I want," Emily blurted out, her words slurring slightly. "I want you, I need you, and fuck this twat." She gestured wildly at Ryan, nearly knocking over her empty shot glass.There was a pause on the other end. "Emily, who's there with you?"She hiccuped, glancing around the dimly lit bar. "I'm with Soph at the bar near my flat. We, uh, ran into Ryan.""Shit," Lucas muttered. "Are you okay?"Emily's mind raced,
As Lucas helped her to her feet, Emily felt the room spin. She stumbled, but his strong arms caught her, steadying her against his chest. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her, and she found herself nuzzling into him, seeking comfort."You can't be serious," Ryan's voice cut through the moment, dripping with disgust. "Dad, she's half your age!"Emily felt Lucas tense, but his voice remained calm. "This isn't the time or place, Ryan."As they moved towards the exit, Emily's thoughts raced. What the fuck had her life become? How had she ended up in this absurd situation? But even as the questions swirled, one thing remained crystal clear - the feeling of rightness in Lucas' arms."Fuck off, Ryan," she mumbled as they passed him, her filter completely gone. "You l
Emily's eyes fluttered open, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow across the room. Her head throbbed, a dull reminder of last night's tequila-fueled escapades. She found herself wrapped in one of Lucas' oversized t-shirts, the fabric soft against her skin and smelling faintly of his cologne."Shit," she muttered, trying to piece together the foggy memories of the previous night. Her gaze fell on Lucas, still fast asleep beside her, one muscular arm draped protectively over her waist.Emily's heart skipped a beat as she studied his face, relaxed in sleep. The lines of worry that often creased his forehead were smoothed away, making him look younger, almost vulnerable."How the fuck did I get so lucky?" she thought, a mix of awe and anxiety swirling in her gut. The reality of
His hands continued their exploration, mapping every inch of her body with reverent touches. Emily's breath caught in her throat as his fingers skimmed lower, teasing along her inner thighs."Daddy," she whimpered, her hips lifting involuntarily. "Don't make me beg."He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Oh baby girl," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "You know I enjoy having you beg."Emily gasped as Lucas' fingers slid inside her, her body arching instinctively. The sudden rush of pleasure made her head spin."Oh fuck," she breathed, barely able to form words.Lucas curled his fingers expertly, finding that perfect spot that made her see stars. Just as a cry of ecstasy was about to escape her lips,
His hand slid lower, teasing between her cheeks. Emily's breath caught, anticipation coiling hot in her belly. This was really happening. She trusted Lucas completely, and knew he'd make it good for her.As his finger circled her entrance, Emily let out a shaky exhale. "I'm ready, Daddy," she breathed. "Please..."Lucas' finger dipped inside her, just the tip, and Emily gasped at the new sensation. Her body tensed instinctively."Relax, baby girl," Lucas murmured, his other hand stroking her hair. "I've got you."Emily took a deep breath, willing herself to relax. As she did, Lucas' finger slid deeper."That's it," he praised. "You're doing so well."The praise sent a thrill
Lucas groaned, his fingers still working inside her. Emily's hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the sensation.Christ, she thought hazily. I've never wanted anything this badly in my life."You want it all, don't you?" Lucas growled. "Greedy little thing."Emily nodded frantically. "Yes, daddy. Please. I'm yours."She felt him shift, adjusting his position. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, teasing. Emily bit her lip, stifling a moan.Fuck, she needed him inside her now. The ache was unbearable."Remember," Lucas warned, "You have to stay quiet. Can you do that for daddy?"Emily nodded again, not trusting h
Freya's bedroom was dark and quiet, the blackout curtains doing their job to keep out the morning sun. She collapsed onto her bed, not even bothering to change out of her clothes. As she drifted off, her last coherent thought was of Dan's hand in hers as she'd examined his cuts.Seven hours later, Freya's eyes cracked open, her body protesting the meagre amount of sleep. She fumbled for her phone, squinting at the bright screen. 1:07 PM glared back at her, along with a string of notifications. One name jumped out: Emily.Freya swiped open the message, her heart rate picking up slightly.Emily: Heard through the grapevine (aka Lucas) that you played Florence Nightingale to our favorite ex-army medic last night. Spill the tea, darling! 🍵👀
Ten minutes later, Freya leaned back, surveying her handiwork. Dan's arm looked like a patchwork quilt of gauze and sutures, but the bleeding had stopped and the worst of the damage was dealt with."All done," she announced, peeling off her gloves with a satisfying snap. "Keep those dressings on for a couple days. The stitches will dissolve in about a week." She paused, a wry smile playing on her lips. "But I'm sure you know that already, Mr. Army Medic."Dan flexed his arm experimentally, wincing slightly. "It's been a while since I've been on this side of things," he admitted. "Forgot how much it sucks."Freya snorted, her eyes dancing with amusement. "What, getting sliced up by flying bottles isn't your idea of a good time? And here I thought you military types were all about the danger."
Freya's eyes were starting to burn as she squinted at the chart in front of her, the fluorescent lights of the A&E seeming to grow brighter with each passing hour. The steady stream of drunken idiots with various self-inflicted injuries was becoming a blur."Alright, what've we got next?" she asked the nurse, stifling a yawn."Twenty-something male, cut his hand trying to open a beer bottle with his teeth."Freya snorted. "Brilliant. Send him in."As she waited for the next patient, Freya found herself longing for her bed. Or a stiff drink. Possibly both. The irony wasn't lost on her.A lanky guy with shaggy hair stumbled into the exam room, cradling his hand. The sharp tang of alcohol preceded him."Evening, champ," Freya said dryly. "Let's see the damage."The guy grinned sheepishly and held out his hand, revealing a nasty gash across his palm. "Looks like that bottle put up quite a fight," Freya observed, carefully examining the wound. "You know they make these nifty things called
Sophia sank deeper into the warm, fragrant bathwater, her muscles practically melting as Jake's strong arms enveloped her from behind. She let out a contented sigh, feeling utterly spent yet blissfully satisfied."Holy shit, that was intense," she murmured, her voice still a bit hoarse from screaming Jake's name. "I think you broke me in all the best possible ways."Jake chuckled, the rumble in his chest vibrating against her back. "You can take it, little one. I know how tough you are."Sophia smirked, though her eyes remained closed as she basked in the afterglow. "Tough, maybe. But if we did that too often, I might actually die. Death by mind-blowing orgasms - not a bad way to go, I suppose.""Nah, can't have that," Jake replied, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on
Sophia's breath caught, a delicious shiver running through her despite her exhaustion. God, she did love it. Her mind flashed to memories of Jake stretching her open, filling her completely."You're insatiable," she managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse from screaming.Jake chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "You love it." His calloused hands gripped her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. "Now be a good girl and arch that back for me."Sophia complied, pressing her face into the pillow as she lifted her ass. Her body ached in the best way, oversensitive and trembling."Fuck," Jake growled appreciatively. "Look at you, so eager for more."His fingers trailed down her spine, making her shudder. 
Sophia shivered in anticipation, wondering if she could handle what was to come. But the challenge in Jake's voice sparked her competitive spirit. Bring it on, surfer boy, she thought.Jake's fingers traced lightly over Sophia's flushed skin. "How do you feel, little one?" he asked, his voice low and husky.Sophia's body hummed with lingering pleasure. Every nerve ending felt electrified, oversensitive. She took a shaky breath before responding."Wrung out, sir," she murmured. A smile tugged at her lips. "But so good."Her muscles ached deliciously, reminding her of everywhere Jake had touched, everywhere he'd been. The soreness between her legs made her squirm.Jake chuckled, the sound sending a fresh shiver down her s
Sophia's body tensed as Jake removed the clamps from her tender nipples. A sharp whimper escaped her gagged mouth as sensation flooded back, the rush of blood both painful and exquisite."That's it, little one," Jake murmured. "Let me hear you."His warm breath ghosted over her sensitive skin before his tongue flicked out, circling one aching peak. Sophia's back arched involuntarily, pressing herself closer as waves of pleasure radiated through her.Jake's lips closed around her nipple, sucking firmly. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud and Sophia cried out, the sound muffled by her makeshift gag.‘Fuck, that feels so good,’ she thought hazily. Her mind swam with competing sensations - the full
Jake's fingers deftly tightened the clamps on Sophia's nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She let out a muffled whimper around the panties stuffed in her mouth, her back arching involuntarily off the bed."That's it, little one," Jake murmured, his voice low and husky. "Let me hear those pretty sounds."He lowered his head, teasing her sensitive nipples with his lips and tongue. The dual sensations of the tight clamps and his warm mouth had Sophia writhing beneath him, desperate whines escaping past her makeshift gag.‘Fuck, this is torture,’ Sophia thought hazily, her mind clouded with pleasure and need. ‘Delicious, perfect torture.’Jake flicked h
With a sudden motion, Jake flipped Sophia onto her back. Her bound hands dug into the mattress beneath her, and she let out a deep moan as the plug shifted inside her."Fuck," Sophia gasped, her body trembling. The new position sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her.Jake's eyes gleamed with mischief. "We're just getting started, little one."Before Sophia could respond, she felt the sharp pinch of clamps closing around both nipples. Her hips bucked involuntarily as the intense sensations coursed through her."Jesus Christ," she hissed through clenched teeth. Every nerve ending felt electrified.Jake chuckled, his fingers trailing along her flushed skin. "Too much?"