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2026-01-16 04:25:10Giselle slipped into the room, her heart pounding as she twisted the lock with a soft click.
The door safely sealed her away from the emotional chaos outside, and she leaned against it, breathing hard. Richard's words echoed in her mind, especially when he said: 'Do what makes you happy, Giselle.' Nor was it that moment in the garden, his voice low and assuringly, when he told her: 'Call me Daddy.' Heat flushed her cheeks just thinking about it. She crossed to the full-length mirror, fingers trembling as she peeled off her clothes, letting it drop. 'I'm done waiting for permission to be happy,' she whispered to her reflection. 'Tonight, I make myself happy.' Her bra followed, then her lace panties, until she stood bare, skin prickling in the warm air. She closed her eyes, hands gliding up her sides, cupping her breasts. '... Daddy,' she murmured, thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened. In her mind, he materialized behind her, his massive frame pressing close, his rough hands replacing hers. 'That's it, baby girl, let daddy take care of you,' his imagined voice rumbled in her ear. 'Touch yourself for Daddy. Show me how wet you get thinking of me.' She sighed, one hand trailing down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs and exploring it all the way. Her pussy was already slick, and she circled her clit slowly, imagining his breath hot on her neck. He turned her in the fantasy, leading her by the hand to the bathroom. The door clicked shut, steam already rising from the tub she'd filled earlier. 'Get in, sweetheart,' he said, stripping off his shirt to reveal those bulging muscles. She stepped into the warm water, sinking down until it lapped at her breasts. Alone but not, she spread her legs, water sloshing as her fingers found her pussy again. 'Daddy's watching,' she whispered, plunging two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting slow at first. The sensation built, her free hand pinching a nipple. 'Feels so good... but I need your dick inside me, Daddy.' She pumped gently and slowly progressed to going faster, thumb on her clit, hips bucking against her hand. Her pussy juice flowed with the bathwater, her breaths coming in gasps. 'Oh fuck, yes... deeper.' She added a third finger, stretching herself, imagining his big dick instead. Her walls clenched, pleasure coiling tight. Flashes from that night came in handy. In her imagination, Richard shed his pants, his huge dick springing free, veined lines wrapping his dick as it throbbed. He stepped into the tub behind her, pulling her back against his chest. 'You want Daddy to fuck you here?' he growled, one hand guiding his tip to her entrance. She nodded frantically in her mind, moaning as he pushed in, inch by inch, filling her warm pussy completely. 'Fuck, you are so fucking tight, baby. Daddy's gonna tear this pussy apart.' Water splashed as he thrust up, hard and deep, her body bouncing on his lap. 'Yes! Fuck me, Daddy!' she cried out loud, fingers mimicking his rhythm, slamming into her cunt. She rode her hand, the fantasy blurring with reality—his arms around her, one hand rubbing her clit while he hammered away. He flipped her around suddenly, facing him, water cascading over the edges. 'Ride Daddy's dick,' he commanded, gripping her hips in a familiar pattern. She straddled him in the dream, sinking down, her pussy swallowing him whole. Up and down she bounced, tits jiggling, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard. 'Harder, baby girl. Milk my dick with that sweet hole.' Her moans echoed off the tiles—'Daddy, it's too big... but don't stop!' She ground against him, clit grinding on his base, orgasm crashing closer. He stood then, lifting her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall. Legs wrapped around his waist, he fucked her relentlessly, Dick dragging along her g-spot with every slam. 'Hope you don’t big daddy cumming inside you, filling your sweet tasty pussy.' She screamed in her imagination, pussy spasming as she came, but he kept going, turning her to brace against the sink. From behind, he reentered, one hand in her hair, pulling her head back. 'Look at yourself getting fucked by Daddy,' he said, and she did, in her mind's eye burned with lust, her face flushed, mouth open in ecstasy. His free hand slapped her ass, then reached around to finger her clit. 'I dare you to fucking cum again for me. Scream for daddy.'
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Even If It Hurts, Daddy 45
Chase had surprisingly orchestrated a welcome charity fund raiser that Monday afternoon , he had done so with military precision—or so he thought. He had hand-picked the guest list to exclude anyone who might favor Giselle’s "new attitude," intending to use the luncheon to re-establish himself as the Hemingway heir-apparent.Richard sat at the head table of the conference, looking stoic and regal, though his eyes darted toward the entrance every few minutes. Chase sat to his left, with Monica—dressed in a sequins-gown that screamed too much for 1:00 PM—clinging to his arm.The Master of Ceremonies stepped up to the podium, tapping the microphone."Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests," the MC beamed. "We are gathered here to celebrate the return of a titan. Please, join me in welcoming the man of the hour, Mr. Richard Hemingway, and his beloved wife, the stunning Mrs. Hemingway!"The room erupted in applause. The MC gestured toward the grand double doors.Chase’s face turned
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Giselle went straight to the library to cool off. The library was bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long, skeletal shadows across the rows of leather-bound books. Giselle sat at the massive desk, several thick folders splayed open before her. She didn't look up when the doors creaked open. She didn't need to. The scent of sandalwood and tobacco announced him before he even stepped into the light. "It’s late, Giselle," Richard said, his voice a low velvet rasp that seemed to pull at the air in the room. "The clock just told me that, Richard. I can count," she replied, her eyes never leaving the page in front of her. Richard walked further into the room, his hands shoved into the pockets of his nightie. He stopped at the edge of the desk, looking down at her. "Why aren't you sleeping? I imagine it’s quite quiet in the master suite now that you’ve chased my son out of his own bed." Giselle finally looked up. The lamplight caught the gold in her eyes, making the
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After a time well spent in the garden, Giselle decided to go back to her room, she was walking toward her suite, her robe sweeping the floor, when a shadow detached itself from the alcove near the library. Monica stepped into the center of the way, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and her jaw was set in a jagged line of resentment. "We aren't finished," Monica hissed, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Giselle stopped. She didn't look startled; she looked inconvenienced obviously. She adjusted the cuff of her robe and met Monica’s gaze with a terrifyingly calm stare. "I’m fairly certain I finished with you earlier," Giselle said. "Unless you’ve come to ask for the Wi-Fi password? It’s 'Irrelevant,' with a capital I." "What was that back there?" Monica stepped closer, her heels clicking aggressively on the floor. "You think because you have a ring on your finger that you can talk to me like I’m some dirt stain? You think you can humi
Even If It Hurts, Daddy 42
The atmosphere had barely settled after the dining room skirmish before the large front doors groaned open again. Chase walks in with Monica. Richard was still in the hallway, a glass of usual drink in his hand, his mind still reeling from Giselle’s cold exit. He looked up, his eyes darkening as Chase marched in, softly dragging Monica by the arm. Monica was dressed in a cocktail dress exposing all her contours, her chin tilted up in a desperate attempt at a warm smile but failed woefully. "What is this?" Richard’s voice was a low rumble. "Chase, what on earth would possess you to bring this woman into this house? Have you lost every shred of your mind?" Chase stopped in the center of the floor, puffing out his chest. "It’s also my house, Dad. And I’m a man with desires and needs. Considering the fact that I have an estranged relationship with my soon to be Ex wife, Monica is exactly what I need to get by. She’s staying here." "You will not turn this house into a brothel," Ri
Even If It Hurts, Daddy 41
Giselle had taken extra care with her appearance, the idea of being beautiful for the evening made her excited for no reason. She looked forward to the drama on the dinner table. She descended slowly, her floral patterned dress rustling and sweeping against the steps. Her hair was swept into a high ponytail that accentuated the line of her jaw. There was no hesitation in her stride, no downward cast of her eyes. Richard was already standing near the sideboard, a glass of scotch in his hand. He froze as she entered the dining room. He was stunned to say the least. He had seen her beauty before, but this was different. This was regal. This was too much to take in. Giselle didn't wait for him to pull out a chair. She marched to the end of the long table—the seat traditionally reserved for Chase—and pulled it back with a decisive scrape sound. She sat down, spreading her gown with the calm elegance of a queen. "Good evening, Richard," she said, her voice smooth and cool. Before
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Two men in uniforms were carrying armloads of luxury shopping bags into the house when Chase finally lost it.He threw her fur coat to a corner not caring where it landed.“I am done tolerating this!! The nerve of this woman” Chase roared. His voice echoed up to the high ceilings. “Giselle! Get down here right now!” He roared even louder.Amelia appeared from the dining room looking terrified. “Sir? Did you call for me?”“Did you hear your name you dumb fuck!” Chase asked harshly. “Did you fucking hear me call your name?”“Chase, do not speak to her like that!” Richard condemned from where he was, “And stop yelling!”“At this point, you dont get to tell me what to do or how to react dad! It’s obvious you have picked sides with giselle” He headed for the stairs. He didn't care if Richard was watching. He didn't care if the staff was listening. He was going to reclaim his authority once and for all.“Chase… do I have to fucking teach you everything? Get back here!” Richard yelled, fo
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