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2026-05-12 04:35:23
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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 risk everything
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
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