All Chapters of Forbidden Daddy Desires: Steamy MM : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Good.” He went back to his meal, and I tried to mimic him, to pretend I was a normal person having a normal dinner. But my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my fork. That night, sleep was a foreign country. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the house groan and settle around me. Every creak was a footstep in the hall, every rattle of the wind against the window was a tap on the glass. My own home felt like a haunted house, and I was the primary ghost. Around 2 a.m., I gave up. My mouth was like sandpaper. I needed water. The house was dark, bathed in the pale, milky glow of a full moon that streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. I froze on the bottom step, my heart hammering against my ribs. Marcus was there. He was sitting in one of the armchairs, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, staring out at the manicured back garden. He was still in his suit, but his tie was loosened and the top button of his shirt was undone, revea

“Since you like to leave things half-done,” he said, his voice right behind my ear, close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck, “we’ll start with ten. And you will count them out. If you miss one, we start over. Do you understand me?”I could only manage a choked sob in response.The first

He knelt in front of me, our knees almost touching. The air crackled between us. He reached out and wrapped his hand around my cock, and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily.“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked, his other hand pressing firmly on my hip, holding me still. “Stay still. Or I’ll stop.”I bit m

I did, my heart pounding. He brought the dildo to my lips, tracing them with the cool, silicone tip.“Relax your throat,” he instructed. “Breathe through your nose. When you feel the gag reflex coming, just pause. Breathe through it. Don’t fight it.”He slowly pushed the dildo into my mouth. It felt

The master bedroom was a shrine to a life that was no longer mine. It still smelled faintly of my mother’s favorite lily-of-the-valley perfume, a ghostly scent that twisted my gut with guilt and grief. The king-sized bed was made with military precision, the grey duvet smooth and unwrinkled. This wa