Alle Kapitel von ALL YOURS, DADDY: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 6

CHAPTER 1**I masturbated to thoughts of my father in law**My husband, Ethan, was snoring beside me, dead to the world after our pathetic excuse for sex—if you could even call three minutes of him grunting on top of me "sex." He'd rolled over, muttered "love you," and passed out before I could even pretend I'd enjoyed it.I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, feeling that familiar ache between my thighs that my husband never seemed to satisfy anymore.My hand slipped beneath the covers.I wasn't thinking about Ethan. I hadn't thought about him during sex in months. No, the man who haunted my fantasies, who made my pussy clench with just a look, was someone I had no right to want.David.My father-in-law.God, even thinking his name made me wet.He was forty-eight, recently divorced, and every single thing Ethan wasn't. Commanding. Confident. The kind of man who looked at you like he could see straight through your clothes and knew exactly what you needed.Last week at his

David's bedroom was exactly what I'd imagined—dark wood furniture, king-sized bed with expensive sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the backyard. The same backyard where we'd had family barbecues. Where Ethan had proposed to me three years ago.I pushed the thought away.David closed the door behind us, and the click of the lock made my stomach flip."Take off the dress," he commanded, leaning against the door, arms crossed. "Slowly."My hands trembled as I reached for the hem. I'd never stripped for anyone before, not like this. Ethan had never asked. But something about the way David watched me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—made me want to put on a show.I pulled the dress up slowly, revealing my thighs, my hips, my stomach. His eyes tracked every inch of exposed skin. When I lifted it over my head and let it drop to the floor, I stood completely naked before him."Fuck," he breathed. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined.""You imagined me?""

Three weeks.It had been three weeks since I first went to David's house, and I hadn't gone a single day without him inside me.I was obsessed. Addicted. Completely and utterly ruined for anyone else.Ethan still had no idea. He went to work every morning at eight, came home at six, and never questioned why I seemed happier lately. Never wondered why I suddenly wanted to shower alone, or why I'd started doing my own laundry.If he'd bothered to look, he would've seen the bite marks on my thighs. The fingerprint bruises on my hips. The whisker burn between my breasts.But Ethan never looked.David did, though. David looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Like he wanted to devour me whole and savor every bite.My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter.David: Office. One hour. Wear that black skirt I like.My pulse quickened. It was Tuesday, which meant Ethan wouldn't be home until after seven. I had plenty of time.Me: Yes, Daddy.I changed quickly—black pencil skirt, white