Chapter 7: Daddy's Midnight Demand

The text to Richard burned in my mind as I slipped into bed that night, the silk sheets cool against my heated skin. Ethan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky reminder of his claim, but the ache for more—for the contrast of Richard's experienced touch—pulled at me like a tide. I feigned sleep when Ethan crept into my room later, his arms wrapping around me from behind, his cock nestling against my arse as he murmured possessive nonsense into my hair. 'Mine,' he breathed, already half-hard again. But I kept still, letting him drift off, my thoughts on the clock ticking towards midnight.

When his snores filled the room, I eased away, heart pounding with the thrill of double deception. The manor was a labyrinth of shadows, creaking floorboards my only company as I padded down the hall in nothing but a thin nightie that barely skimmed my thighs. Richard's suite was at the far end, the door slightly ajar—his invitation, silent and commanding. I pushed it open, slipping inside, the scent of his aftershave and aged whiskey wrapping around me like a vice.

He was waiting in the low glow of a bedside lamp, propped against the headboard in boxers that did little to hide the bulge of his erection. At forty-eight, Richard was all honed muscle and silver-streaked hair, his green eyes locking onto me with that predatory hunger that made my knees weak. 'Princess,' he rumbled, voice thick with need. 'Knew you'd come. Lock the door.'

I did, the click echoing like a promise. My bare feet sank into the plush carpet as I approached, climbing onto the bed without a word. His hands were on me instantly, rough palms sliding up my legs, bunching the nightie to expose my bare pussy. 'No knickers? Such a naughty girl,' he growled, fingers tracing my slick folds. I was soaked, not just from earlier but from the anticipation, the risk of Ethan waking and finding me gone.

'For you, Daddy,' I whispered, straddling his lap, grinding down so his hardness pressed against my entrance through the thin fabric. His eyes darkened, one hand fisting the nightie to yank it over my head, leaving me naked and exposed. My tits bounced free, nipples hard peaks begging for his mouth.

He didn't disappoint. Leaning forward, he latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while his fingers plunged into me—two, then three—stretching my walls with practised ease. I moaned, loud enough that I bit my lip to stifle it, rocking against his hand. The squelch of my arousal filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. 'So wet already. Been thinking about my cock all day?'

'Yes,' I gasped, truth laced with lie. His thumb circled my clit, building that coiling tension fast. Ethan had fucked me raw, but Richard knew how to tease, to own every gasp. I reached down, shoving his boxers aside, freeing his thick shaft. It throbbed in my grip, veined and leaking, and I stroked him firmly, base to tip, feeling him twitch.

'Ride me, Delilah. Show Daddy how much you need it.' His command was gravelly, hands guiding my hips as I positioned myself. The head of his cock nudged my opening, and I sank down slowly, inch by inch, savouring the burn of his girth splitting me open. He was longer than Ethan, hitting that deep spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Fully seated, I paused, clenching around him, drawing a hiss from his lips.

'That's my girl. Fuck yourself on it.' I obeyed, lifting and dropping, my arse slapping against his thighs with each descent. His hands roamed—squeezing my tits, pinching nipples until I whimpered, then sliding down to spread my cheeks, a finger circling my tight rear entrance. The added pressure made me grind harder, chasing the fullness.

We moved like that, sweat-slick and urgent, my moans muffled against his shoulder as I bit down to stay quiet. But Richard wasn't content with restraint; he flipped us suddenly, pinning me beneath him, my legs hooked over his arms as he drove in deep. The bed creaked under his thrusts, powerful and unrelenting, his balls smacking my skin. 'Quiet, princess, or your brother might hear how much of a slut you are for me.'

The mention of Ethan sent a forbidden spark through me, my pussy fluttering around his cock. I imagined the discovery, the rage, the three of us tangled in this mess. 'Harder, Daddy. Fuck me like you own me.' He did, pounding faster, one hand clamping over my mouth as my cries built. His free hand dipped between us, rubbing my clit in tight circles, pushing me over the edge.

I came with a muffled scream, body arching, walls spasming as pleasure ripped through me. He followed, burying deep and flooding me with hot jets of cum, his groan low and satisfied. We stayed joined, panting, until he pulled out, his seed trickling from me onto the sheets.

But Richard wasn't done. He shifted, pulling me up to kneel, his softening cock inches from my face. 'Clean me up, baby. Taste us.' Obedient, I leaned in, tongue lapping at his length, sucking gently to draw out the last drops mixed with my juices. He hardened again under my mouth, hand in my hair guiding me deeper until I gagged softly, taking him to the back of my throat.

'Good girl. Such a perfect little cocksucker.' The praise made me hum around him, bobbing faster, saliva dripping down my chin. He fucked my mouth then, hips bucking shallowly, until he tensed and spilled a second load down my throat. I swallowed every bit, licking him clean, my eyes locked on his.

Sated for now, he pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead. 'Stay the night. Let me hold what's mine.' I curled against him, feigning contentment, but my mind raced. Ethan's texts had gone unanswered; he'd wake soon, wondering where I was. The danger thrilled me, another thread in my web.

Morning light filtered through the curtains when I stirred, Richard's arm heavy across my waist. He was already awake, fingers idly tracing my hip. 'Morning, princess. Ready for more?' His cock pressed against my thigh, insistent.

I smiled, rolling to face him, hand wrapping around his shaft to stroke lazily. 'Always for you.' We kissed, slow and deep, tongues tangling as I pumped him harder. He groaned into my mouth, flipping me onto my stomach, lifting my hips. 'On your knees. I want that arse up.'

I complied, arse presented, pussy still tender but aching for him. He knelt behind, spitting into his palm to slick his cock before pressing against my folds. One thrust, and he was in, filling me completely. This angle let him go deeper, his hips snapping forward as he gripped my waist. 'Fuck, you're tight. Made for Daddy's dick.'

I pushed back, meeting each plunge, the slap of skin echoing softly. His hand snaked around to rub my clit again, building me fast. 'Cum for me, Delilah. Milk my cock.' The words tipped me over; I shattered, crying out into the pillow, my release soaking his balls. He chased his own, thrusting erratically before pulling out at the last second, hot cum splattering across my back and arse.

We collapsed, laughing breathlessly. 'Shower with me,' he said, pulling me up. In the en-suite, steam filled the air as water cascaded over us. He soaped my body, hands lingering on my tits and between my legs, fingers dipping inside to clean his mess—only to stir fresh arousal. I dropped to my knees under the spray, taking his cock in my mouth once more, sucking until he braced against the wall, flooding my mouth again.

Clean and sated, I dressed in one of his shirts, too big but sexy, and slipped back to my room before anyone stirred. Ethan was still asleep, sprawled across my bed, oblivious. I crawled in beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 'Missed you,' he mumbled, pulling me close, his hand sliding under the shirt to cup my breast.

Guilt flickered, but excitement drowned it. Two men, both convinced they owned me, and I revelled in the balance. Breakfast loomed, another round of pretence. As Ethan stirred fully, his eyes opening with a sleepy smile, I wondered how long I could juggle this before the crash.

Downstairs, the table was set, Mum still away. Richard entered first, nodding at me with a secret wink, pouring coffee. Ethan joined moments later, his arm brushing mine possessively as he sat. 'Slept like a rock,' he said, eyes on me. 'You?'

'Perfectly,' I replied, sipping my tea, feeling Richard's gaze and Ethan's touch like brands. Under the table, Ethan's foot nudged mine, while Richard's hand 'accidentally' grazed my knee. The air crackled with unspoken rivalry, and I basked in it, my body humming with fresh secrets.

That afternoon, with Richard at a meeting, Ethan cornered me in the library. 'Where were you last night?' he demanded, backing me against the bookshelves, his body pinning mine.

'Right here, in your arms,' I lied smoothly, hands on his chest, feeling his heart race. To distract, I kissed him, hard and demanding, my tongue invading his mouth. He groaned, hands yanking up my skirt, fingers finding me wet.

'Always ready for me,' he muttered, dropping to his knees. He shoved my thighs apart, mouth latching onto my pussy, tongue thrusting inside to taste me. I gripped the shelf, legs trembling as he sucked my clit, fingers joining to fuck me roughly.

'Yes, Ethan! Eat me out!' I panted, grinding against his face. He devoured me, relentless, until I came with a shudder, flooding his mouth. He stood, cock out and hard, spinning me to face the wall. 'Bend over. I need to fuck you now.'

I did, arse out, and he slammed in, no preamble, pounding me against the wood. Books rattled as he took me, hand over my mouth again. 'This pussy is mine. Say it.'

'Yours!' I moaned around his fingers, another orgasm building from the raw possession. He came hard, filling me yet again, collapsing against my back.

As he pulled out, cum dripping, I straightened my clothes, mind already on Richard's return. The day blurred into stolen moments—Ethan's quick fuck in the garden shed, bent over a potting bench, his cock ramming my arse for the first time, stretching me with burning pleasure until we both screamed our releases.

Evening brought Richard home, dinner a tense affair. After, he pulled me into the study, the same room where it all began. 'Missed you today,' he said, locking the door, pushing me onto the desk.

'Fuck me here, Daddy. Like before.' He did, spreading my legs wide, cock sliding into my cum-slick pussy—Ethan's gift unknowingly lubing the way. He thrust deep, desk shaking, my tits bouncing as I wrapped legs around him.

'You're dripping. Been a busy girl?' he teased, but didn't suspect. I came twice on his dick, once from his fingers in my arse, the double sensation overwhelming. He finished inside, kissing me possessively.

Slipping away, I returned to Ethan, who waited in my bed, ready for night three. As he fucked me slow and tender, whispering love, I smiled into the dark. The cravings grew, insatiable, and the betrayals? They were just beginning to unravel.