All Chapters of ALL YOURS, DADDY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lila’s POV;I spent the whole day pretending everything was normal. I woke up early—too early—skin still tingling from last night, ass tender when I rolled over onto my back. The sting had faded to a dull warmth overnight, but every time I shifted in bed I felt it: the memory of Connor’s palm cracking down, the way my thighs had trembled, the humiliating drip between my legs when he finally stopped. I showered longer than usual—hot water pounding my shoulders, steam filling the bathroom—trying to wash away the shame. It didn’t work. My clit stayed swollen, sensitive, brushing against the towel when I dried off. I dressed in cutoff denim shorts and a loose tank top, no bra because the fabric felt too good against my nipples. Downstairs Mom was already in the kitchen, humming while she sliced strawberries for breakfast. She smiled when I walked in—bright, oblivious. “Sleep okay, sweetie?” I nodded—forced a smile—grabbed a bowl of yogurt and sat at the island. Connor came in a mi

Lila’s POVI was a wreck all day. I woke up with my clit still swollen from the way he’d edged me the night before—every time I shifted in bed the sheet dragged across it and sent a fresh jolt through me. My ass carried the memory of the ruler too—faint red lines that stung when I sat down for breakfast. I kept my thighs pressed together under the table while Mom talked about her garden club plans. Connor sat across from me, drinking coffee, eyes on his phone like nothing had happened. But when he looked up—once, just once—our gazes locked and I felt the heat crawl up my neck and settle low in my belly. I spent the morning folding laundry in the living room—trying to keep my hands busy so I wouldn’t slide them between my legs. Every time I bent over the basket the sundress rode up and cool air brushed my bare cunt. No panties. I’d followed the rule. Mom left for her book club around noon. The house went quiet. Connor disappeared into the garage—said he had to fix something on

Lila’s POVI was addicted now. Every night Mom was away I slipped into Connor’s bedroom after the house went quiet. He’d be waiting—door cracked, lamp low—and I’d crawl into their marital bed like it belonged to me. He fucked me raw on Mom’s side of the sheets, deep and slow, whispering things that made my stomach twist and my cunt clench. I’d wake up the next morning with his cum still leaking out of me, warm and sticky between my thighs while I sat at breakfast smiling at Mom like nothing was wrong. I hated how much I craved it. I hated the way my body started anticipating him—the way my nipples tightened when I heard his footsteps in the hallway, the way my pussy got wet the second he looked at me across the dinner table. But I kept going back. Every single night.Tonight was different. Mom was gone for the whole weekend—some spa trip with her friends. Connor had told me at lunch that he was having a friend over for drinks. “Old army buddy,” he said, casual, like it

Lila’s POV I knew I was lost.  There was no more pretending I wanted to escape or win the game. I wanted to be his. Completely. The thought of going back to normal—sneaking touches in the hallway, quick fucks when Mom was out—didn’t feel like enough anymore. I wanted him to own me in the daylight too, even if we had to hide it. I wanted him to fill me up and leave me dripping for days. I wanted to carry the proof of what we were doing. Mom was coming home tomorrow.  Tonight was the last night she’d be gone. Connor didn’t say much at dinner. He just looked at me across the table while we ate takeout—his eyes dark, steady, like he already knew what was going to happen. After we cleared the plates he took my hand and led me upstairs without a word. The hallway felt longer than usual. My bare feet were quiet on the carpet. The white sundress I&rsqu

**Elena’s POV**I was obsessed. All day I moved through the world like a ghost—went to the grocery store, folded laundry, answered texts from friends—but my mind was stuck on the squat rack, on Marcus’s mouth between my legs, on the way he’d pulled back right when I was about to break. My clit stayed swollen and sensitive, rubbing against the seam of my shorts every time I sat down or crossed my legs. I caught myself squeezing my thighs together at stoplights, biting my lip hard enough to leave marks. I hated how much I wanted to go back. I told myself I wouldn’t. I told myself I’d cancel the membership, find another gym, pretend last night never happened. But at 8:45 I was in my car, driving toward the gym anyway, wearing the same leggings and cropped tank from yesterday because I hadn’t been able to think straight enough to pick something else.The parking lot was empty when I pulled in. Marcus was waiting by the front door—black T-shirt stretched across his chest, gym s