تسجيل الدخول" 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
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
I obeyed with trembling hands, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor.My heels followed then my jewelry.Every piece left my body one after the other until I stood completely naked in front of him.Richard's gaze raked over me slowly and possessively."So fucking beautiful," he muttered. "And so fucking reckless." He added with a click, as if annoyed and pleased at the same time.He walked to his closet and returned with several of his ties."Lie down," he ordered, gesturing to the bed. "On your back with your arms above your head."I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself as instructed.Richard tied my wrists to the headboard.The knot was not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that I couldn't pull free.Then he stood back, studying me as if surveying a piece of art.I feel exposed yet fucking turned on at the same time."Open your legs." He proceeded to instruct.I obeyed immediately, spreading my thighs and exposing myself to him completely."Wider Isadora. I
I couldn't do this anymore.I stood next to Marcus at the gala, smiling politely at people whose names I'd already forgotten, and all I could think about was Richard.Richard's hands on me. Richard's cock inside me. Richard's cum still warm between my thighs.I shifted slightly, feeling another trickle slide down my inner thigh, and my pussy clenched.It had been less than an hour since he'd fucked me upstairs.Less than an hour, and I already needed him again.This was insane. Reckless.Dangerous.But I didn't care.I looked across the room and found Richard immediately.It's like my body had a radar for him. He was talking with a group of people who looked like investors, looking perfectly composed in his tuxedo.As if he could feel my gaze, his eyes flicked to mine.The heat in that look nearly made my knees buckle.I need you, I thought desperately.I fucking need you now.God! I was turning into a needy slut for Daddy.I watched as he excused himself, pulled a cigar and walked o
ISADORA POVI couldn't breathe.Richard's cock filled me completely, stretching me in ways I'd forgotten were possible after five days without him."Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You're so tight. Did your pussy miss Daddy's cock?" He asked, those crude words did nothing but turn me on even more."Yes," I gasped, my hands scrambling to grab something on the table. "Yes, Daddy, I missed you…"He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in.I screamed.Richard's hand immediately clamped over my mouth, muffling the sound."Quiet," he growled against my ear. "Do you want everyone downstairs to hear you getting fucked by your father-in-law?" He asked and I shook my head frantically. That would mean a scandal and I was bit ready for one.Richard set a brutal pace, pounding into me with a force that made the table creak beneath us."Five days of wanting this. Needing this. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Richard said between thrusts.His
Isadora pov I slipped my phone back into my clutch and tried to look casual as I made my way toward the hallway.My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear the music anymore.Five minutes felt like an eternity as I made my way through the crowd, smiling politely at people I didn't know and accepting a glass of champagne I didn't want.I found the staircase and climbed to the second floor, my heels clicking against the marble.The hallway was quieter up here.Room 202 was at the end and the door was slightly ajar.I paused outside, my hand on the handle and my whole body trembling.This was it.After five days of suffering and denial…Five days of aching for him, now he was on the other side of this door.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.The room was dark except for the city lights streaming through the windows. Then I saw him , standing against the glass window was Richard fucking Clarke.When did he get here?I swear I left him downstairs engaged in a talk.How







