《On My Daddy's Bed 》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

“I would never cheat on my husband.”That had always been my moral compass, the line I swore I'd never cross.That was until the day I discovered my so-called husband had married me to hide his sexuality.Two years of being called Mrs. Clarke, yet my pussy had never once acclaimed that title.Two years of sleeping beside a man who couldn't even fake desire for me.His father, Richard Clarke noticed everything or more like he knew our situation.Lately, he had been looking at me differently.It was not with pity but with something else dangerous…hunger.It was the kind of look that stripped away clothing without a single touch. The kind that saw straight through the perfect wife facade I had been putting up for two years to the woman beneath.He saw the neglected, aching and starving woman who wanted nothing but to be desired and wanted how a husband waved their wife.I have noticed Richard's gaze lingering on the curve of my hips and the swell of my mounts.He makes me feel seen even

Something in his eyes changed and the restraint shattered."You want to know what I see?" he growled, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous. "I see a desperate little slut who has been begging to be fucked properly for two years."Before I could respond, his hand left my breast and grabbed a fistful of my wet hair, yanking my head back roughly.I gasped, pain and pleasure mixing."You think you're in control here?" he snarled. "You think walking around naked, putting my hands on you and calling me Daddy makes you in charge?"His grip tightened and I whimpered."You are fucking wrong."Richard spun me around violently, shoving me forward until my hands hit the hallway wall. My heart was racing, my pussy clenching with anticipation."Stay still," he commanded, his voice rough with authority.I heard him step back, and then a smacking sound echoed in my ears as his palm connected with my ass cheeks.I cried out, the sting spreading across my skin."That's for two years of wa

ISADORA POVThe canvas seemed like it was mocking me.I had been standing in front of it for an hour and all I'd managed to create was a mess of dark colors that looked like a bruise.My small art studio was supposed to be my sanctuary. The one place where I could lose myself in color and form.It was the place I could forget that I was married to a fucking gay husband, where the outside world faded away and only the painting mattered.Today however, I couldn't focus on anything but him.Richard…My father-in-law.It has been three days since he'd left me on my knees, covered in his cum, denied and aching. Three days of his command echoing in my mind, forbidding me from touching myself.It's been three days of suffering and pure torture.I dipped my brush in burnt sienna, intending to work on the landscape piece a client had commissioned. Instead, my hand moved on its own, sketching broad shoulders and then…"Fuck," I muttered, stepping back to look at what I'd unconsciously created.

ISADORA POVThe dining room was elegant and well arranged.We settled in the sitting room as the servants arranged everything.Marcus' eyes remained on his phone and mine? They remained glued on the door where Richard would be making his entrance from.I didn't have to wait for long before he showed up, his muscles flexing with each step he took.Unable to stop myself, I watched his movements, drool almost rolling down my lips.When the head maid announced that everything was set, we moved to the dining room.Marcus pulled out a chair for me.It was next to Richard's seat at the head of the table. I caught the flicker of something in Richard's eyes as I sat down, the crimson dress riding up my thighs as I settled into the chair."Wine, Isadora?" Richard asked, his voice perfectly controlled as he reached for the bottle."Please," I said sweetly, meeting his gaze.He poured, his hand steady, but I saw the way his eyes dropped to my neckline, lingering for just a second too long before

Isadora The moment I got into my room, my wobbling legs moved to the bed.I crashed into it, spreading my thighs wide apart while leading my hand to my already dripping pussy.My pussy was still throbbing, still dripping and leaking from the way Richard had grabbed my waist, pulled me up and smashed my back against his chest.The way his hoarse voice had grazed my ear, and the way his fat cock had pressed against my ass like he wanted to fuck me, yet held himself with so much restraint.I could still feel the wetness of my pussy dripping down my thighs, and right now all I wanted to do was quench the burning desire and fuck myself to the thoughts of him till I came so hard on my fingers.I should go into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and stay there until I got the memories of him off my head, but how could I?How could I do any of that when the only thing in my mind was the image of his voice against my ear…warning me not to touch myself?I pressed my thighs together to suppress