CHAPTER 0011- On the couch

Chloe left for a late shift at the restaurant and said she wouldn’t be back until after two.

The second her car disappeared down the street, Elias came out of his office. He didn’t say a word. Just looked at me sitting on the living room couch, then nodded once toward it.

“Clothes off. Now.”

My heart slammed. This was the couch she curled up on every night. The one we watched movies on. The one she’d sat on that morning drinking coffee and asking if I was okay.

I still stripped.

He watched me the whole time, eyes dark, already rubbing himself through his pants. When I was naked he pointed at the cushions.

“On your knees. Face the back.”

I climbed on. He stepped up behind me, shoved his pants down just enough, and dragged the head of his cock through the wetness already between my legs. No teasing. He pushed in deep in one thrust and the stretch punched a sound out of me.

His hand clamped over my mouth.

“Quiet,” he muttered against my ear. “Even if she’s not here, you stay quiet.”

He fucked me hard from the start. Deep, rough strokes that made the couch creak and my arms shake. One hand stayed over my mouth while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. Every thrust shoved me forward into the back cushions.

“Look at this,” he said, voice low and filthy. “My daughter’s best friend on her hands and knees on the same couch she sits on every day. Taking her dad’s cock like a desperate little slut.”

I moaned into his palm. He went harder for it, the wet sound of his cock driving into me loud in the empty house. I was dripping down my thighs onto the cushion. He reached under me and rubbed my clit in tight, mean circles while he pounded into me.

“You gonna come on this couch?” he asked. “Leave a mess she’ll sit in tomorrow without knowing?”

I nodded frantically under his hand.

He kept the same brutal pace until I came hard, shaking, sobbing against his palm while my pussy clenched around him in hard pulses. He didn’t stop. Just fucked me through it, chasing his own, until his hips stuttered and he buried himself deep.

He came with a low, broken sound against the back of my neck, grinding in as far as he could go. I felt every thick pulse of it filling me. When he finally pulled out, his cum leaked immediately, running down my inner thigh and dripping onto the cushion.

He stepped back and just looked for a second.

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

“Stay like that,” he said. “On your knees. Let it drip.”

I did. Legs shaking, chest heaving, his cum slowly leaking out of me onto Chloe’s couch. He walked around in front of me, still half-hard, and tilted my chin up with his wet fingers.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth. He pushed the same fingers inside and made me taste us.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now clean the cushion.”

My face burned but I leaned down and licked the small wet spot where I’d dripped. The taste of us mixed with the fabric. He watched the whole time, eyes heavy.

When I finished he pulled me up by the hair and kissed me hard — deep and claiming, like he was sealing something.

Then he stepped back and fixed his clothes.

“Same time tomorrow,” he said. “And Riley… next time she goes out, I’m taking you in the shower she uses. I want my cum going down the same drain she stands in every morning.”

He left me there naked on the couch, thighs sticky, the wrongness of what we’d just done sitting heavier than the ache between my legs.

I stayed on my knees a little longer, staring at the damp spot I’d cleaned, already knowing I would leave the door unlocked again.