All Chapters of Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ROXETTEI dragged my heavy body through the front door of the Callahan estate like a zombie. Every step felt like I was carrying the weight of the entire day on my shoulders. The hallway lights were already on, casting long shadows across the marble floors, but the house still felt empty. Chandler wasn’t here. Diana wasn’t here. Just me and the suffocating silence that pressed against my throat like a hand.I went straight to my guest room, not even bothering to turn on more lights. I slammed the door behind me, and I quickly stepped into the shower. The hot water pounded against my skin, but it didn’t wash away the heaviness in my chest. I stood there for a long time, letting the steam fill the bathroom until I couldn’t see my own reflection anymore.After drying off, I collapsed face-first onto the bed, still wrapped in the towel. I didn’t have the energy to do anything else. The shopping bag from earlier sat on the chair like a reminder I didn’t want. I stared at it for a while, t

ROXETTEHe didn’t pull his fingers out. Instead, he kept them buried deep, curling and thrusting roughly, his thumb pressing hard circles on my swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Look at you, dripping like a faucet, making such a mess on Daddy’s hand. You’re not even trying to hide how much you love being my little slut, are you? Crying your pretty eyes out but this cunt is begging for more. Soaking the sheets like you’re about to piss yourself from how bad you need it.”The dirty words were meant to belittle me, to remind me how pathetic and owned I was, and they worked. They made me even wetter, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick fingers as fresh slick poured out in a steady, humiliating drip. The pressure inside me built unbearably, that deep, full ache that felt exactly like I needed to pee, but so much more intense. My thighs shook, toes curling tight against the floor.“D-Daddy…” I whimpered, voice broken and desperate, tears still flooding down my face. “I… I n

ROXETTEI knew I had agreed to wear something else for the party.Chandler had made that very clear last night — his voice low and dangerous, his hand still gripping my stinging ass while he was buried deep inside me. He didn’t want me parading around campus looking like a cheap slut for everyone to stare at.But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to wear the bunny costume anyway.Maybe I wanted to piss him off. Maybe I wanted to see that dark, possessive look in his eyes again. Maybe I was testing how far I could push him before he snapped and reminded me exactly who I belonged to.Either way, the decision was made.The only problem was that sitting down was absolute torture.Every time I tried to sit in class, the belt marks on my ass burned like fire. The thin fabric of my panties rubbed against the raw, sensitive skin, making me wince with every small movement. I had to walk carefully, almost awkwardly, trying not to let anyone notice how gingerly I was moving.The

ROXETTE The car slowed to a stop right in front of the venue. Music thumped loudly from behind the closed doors — heavy bass mixed with laughter and shouting. Bright colorful lights spilled out from the windows, casting glowing patterns on the sidewalk. Students in wild costumes were lined up at the entrance, laughing and taking photos. The party was already in full swing. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy. “Chandler, stop!” I hissed, grabbing his arm as he reached for the door handle. “Please! Go home! No one should see you with me!” He paused, turning to look at me. His eyes were dark, jaw clenched tight. That possessive fire was burning in them again — the same look he had when he saw me in this costume back at the estate. “I’m not letting you walk in there alone dressed like that,” he said, voice low and dangerous. I panicked. “You don’t understand! Diana is inside. Her friends are inside. Everyone is inside! If they see us together—” He ignored

ROXETTEThe car stopped right in front of the brightly lit venue. Music pulsed from inside, laughter and voices spilling out into the night air. Beautiful decorations and colorful lights glowed through the windows. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might explode.Chandler reached for the door handle.I lunged forward and grabbed his arm with both hands.“No— please!” My voice cracked. Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not yet. “Daddy… please. I’m begging you. Don’t go in with me. No one can see us together.”He paused, turning to look at me. His jaw was clenched, eyes still dark with that possessive fire. For a moment I thought he would ignore me and drag me inside anyway.I leaned in desperately and kissed him.It wasn’t soft. It was torrid, hungry, almost frantic — my lips crashing against his, tongue sliding into his mouth as I poured every bit of fear, need, and heartbreak into that kiss. My hands cupped his face, thumbs brushing his jaw while unshed