CHAPTER 0010- Her bed

He made good on the threat two nights later.

Chloe had gone out with friends and texted she’d be back late — maybe not until morning. The second her car pulled away, Elias came into the guest room, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down the hall.

Straight into her bedroom.

I froze in the doorway. “We can’t—”

“We can.” His voice was low, already rough. He shut the door behind us and pushed me toward the bed. “Get on it.”

My heart was slamming so hard it hurt. This was her room. Her sheets. The same purple comforter she’d had since junior year. I hesitated and he slapped my ass hard enough to sting.

“I said get on it.”

I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees. He yanked my shorts and panties down in one pull, shoved them to my knees, and dragged two fingers through the mess already between my legs.

“Soaking,” he muttered. “The idea of getting fucked in her bed already has you dripping.”

I didn’t deny it. Couldn’t.

He freed his cock and rubbed the thick head through my folds, smearing my wetness around, then pushed in slow. The stretch made my arms shake. He didn’t give me time to adjust. Just gripped my hips and started fucking me deep and steady, the wet sound of it filthy in the quiet room.

“Look at you,” he said under his breath. “Bent over in my daughter’s bed, taking her dad’s cock like you belong here.”

I moaned into her pillow. He fucked me harder for it, one hand sliding up my back to fist in my hair. Every thrust shoved me forward. The bed creaked. I could smell her perfume on the sheets mixed with the thicker scent of sex.

He reached under me and rubbed my clit in tight, mean circles while he pounded into me. The dual pressure was too much. I came fast, shaking, biting down on her pillowcase so I wouldn’t cry out. My pussy clenched hard around him, pulsing, and he groaned like it hurt.

“That’s it. Come on Daddy’s cock in her bed. Make a mess for her to sleep in later.”

He didn’t slow down. Just kept thrusting through my orgasm until I was twitching and oversensitive. Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and shoved back inside in one hard stroke. This angle was deeper. I wrapped my legs around him and held on while he fucked me like he was trying to leave a permanent mark.

His hand came up and lightly wrapped around my throat — not squeezing, just holding. His eyes stayed locked on mine.

“Next time she sits on this bed,” he said, voice strained, “she’ll be sitting in the same place I filled you up. You like that?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He cursed and thrust harder. The headboard tapped the wall. I came again with his hand on my throat and his cock buried deep, whole body locking up under him. He followed right after, grinding in as far as he could go and coming with a low, broken sound against my mouth. I felt every thick pulse of it — hot, deep, flooding me while my pussy kept milking him.

We stayed like that for a long minute, both breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me.

Eventually he pulled out slow. I felt the immediate warm leak of his cum. He watched it drip onto her sheets, something dark and satisfied in his expression.

Then he dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed it back inside me.

“Leave it,” he said quietly. “I want her sheets stained with us.”

My face burned. I nodded.

He stood, fixed his clothes, and looked down at me still sprawled in the middle of her bed with his cum leaking out of me.

“Same time tomorrow,” he said. “And Riley… next time she goes out, I’m taking you in the living room. On the couch she sits on every day.”

Then he left.

I lay there in my best friend’s bed with her dad’s cum slowly soaking into her sheets, thighs sticky, the wrongness of it burning hotter than anything else.

I didn’t clean up.

I just pulled her comforter over me and stayed.