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2026-04-19 07:02:23
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On My Daddy's Bed between us
I pulled back from him slowly, my forehead still against his.Richard's hand stayed at the back of my neck, his thumb moving gently across my skin. His eyes searched my face like he was trying to memorize something he was afraid he'd lose.I kissed him before I could overthink it.It was slow at first, my hands against his jaw, asking instead of taking. Everything about the kiss was different from every other time between us.There was no urgency,no power play….just me choosing him quietly and deliberately.Richard went still for a moment.Then he kissed me back and it was like nothing had ever existed before this moment. His mouth moved against mine with a patience that undid me completely.It felt like he was trying to pour everything he couldn't say into the space between us.When I finally pulled back, breathless, I whispered against his mouth."Make me forget everything, Richard. Just tonight,make me forget it all."He looked at me for a long moment. Then he lifted me onto the wo
On My Daddy's Bed do you understand me?
My phone pinged with another message.I didn't need to look to know who it was.Richard had been sending messages frequently these days and I had been ignoring every single one of them.It's not because he did something wrong. The only thing he did wrong was being Marcus's father. He sired that manipulating, soul sucking bastard and somehow I was holding that against him.I knew it wasn't fair and I knew I was projecting my resentment to him.I couldn't help it.Marcus had made me feel like a stranger in my own home.I was still carrying that dinner at my parents' house like a stone sitting in the middle of my chest.I turned my phone face down and focused on the canvas in front of me. Or tried to.The brush hadn't moved in twenty minutes and the paint on the palette was beginning to dry at the edges.I wasn't painting, I was sitting in front of a canvas pretending to paint while my mind ran in twelve directions at once.When the call came I watched the screen light up with his name a
On My Daddy's Bed you're insane
I took another swing of my alcohol and the thing burned as it went down my throat."Isadora, you should go easy on that drink. It's whiskey, not some low percentage wine." Benita reminded me, eyeing the glass with visible concern.I had managed to get Marcus to drop me at her house after everything became so overwhelming I couldn't handle it without risking combustion. He hadn't asked questions. Maybe he was relieved to be rid of me for the night."I'm fine," I muttered."You showed up at my door looking like someone ran over your dog and you've had three glasses of whiskey in twenty minutes." Benita shifted on the couch to face me properly. "So tell me what happened because you are clearly not fine."I stared into my glass.Where did I even begin?"We had dinner at my parents' house tonight," I said finally and Benita waited without interrupting."My mother didn't ask me a single thing about myself the entire evening.” I said , a scoff leaving my lips.*She asked Marcus if he was eat
On My Daddy's Bed my parent's house
The drive to my parents' house took forty minutes. Marcus drove. I didn't even know there was a family dinner until Marcus informed me this morning. Apparently, my family would rather call him and inform him about such than call me, the daughter. After two years, I was already used to it or at least that's what I convinced myself. They never called to check on me, maybe when asking for special favours that involved sending money. We didn't speak much throughout the drive. We hadn't for the past few days. The radio filled the silence between us, some jazz station he always switched on when he didn't want conversation. I watched the city fly away until we pulled over outside my family house. I helped Marcus carry the gifts he had somehow hauled in the trunk. He always did this…bringing expensive gifts whenever we visited. One would mistake it as appreciation. After two years, I finally realised that it was his way to keep an illusion of a caring and doting husband t
On My Daddy's Bed three days
" It's been three days since the confrontation between me and Marcus.Marcus has been avoiding me for three days. Maybe he isn't avoiding me, just busy and I am the one overthinking.Truth is, I prefer it this way.He can go do his shit and me? I can continue living my life and fucking Richard, his father.I haven't told Richard about Marcus's suspicions. Since he is convinced I am sleeping with some gym instructor, I see no need for that.Today, I have a client picking his paintings at my studio so I have to hurry and get everything packed and ready for when he arrives.I arrive at my studio just before ten.Minutes later, everything is already arranged the way I like it. The three paintings the client purchased are wrapped carefully and propped against the far wall, each one labeled. The space is clean, the lighting soft. I made sure of that yesterday.I don't know why the client insisted on picking them up personally. I have a delivery service I use for exactly this reason. Most bu
On My Daddy's Bed two years of neglect
The cab dropped me off at home just after midnight.Every step toward the front door felt heavy. My body ached in the best way…sore, used and completely satisfied.Richard's cum was still warm between my thighs, a reminder of what we had just done for the second time tonight.I expected the house to be dark with Marcus asleep or not home at all.But the living room lights were on.My stomach dropped.I opened the door quietly, hoping maybe he had just fallen asleep with the lights on.But Marcus was sitting on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand and still wearing his tuxedo from the gala.He seemed to be…waiting."You're home," he said when I entered, his voice calm."I…yes," I managed, closing the door behind me."Where were you really, Isadora?" Before I could say anything else, he asked.The question hung in the air between us."I told you I wasn't feeling well so I came home." I replied.I came home and I am just arriving now?Wow Isadora!What a foolish explanation.Marcu
On My Daddy's Bed text me tomorrow
Isadora pov "Holy shit," Benita whispered. "He's related to Marcus."My phone buzzed on the table between us, saving me from having to respond.I grabbed it, grateful for the distraction, then felt my breath catch when I saw the message.“My house. Tonight at 8 PM. Don't be late.”It was from Rich
On My Daddy's Bed please daddy
ISADORA POVThe dining room was elegant and well arranged.We settled in the sitting room as the servants arranged everything.Marcus' eyes remained on his phone and mine? They remained glued on the door where Richard would be making his entrance from.I didn't have to wait for long before he showe
On My Daddy's Bed No panties
Isadora pov I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly to examine myself from every angle.The dress was a deep crimson—the color of sin, of forbidden fruit and everything I was about to do. It hugged every curve like a second skin, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swel
On My Daddy's Bed stretched and wrecked
ISADORA POVThe canvas seemed like it was mocking me.I had been standing in front of it for an hour and all I'd managed to create was a mess of dark colors that looked like a bruise.My small art studio was supposed to be my sanctuary. The one place where I could lose myself in color and form.It
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