All Chapters of On My Daddy's Bed : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and my body screaming in protest.Every muscle in my body ached. My ass throbbed with a dull, burning pain. I was sore between my legs in a way I'd never experienced before.My pussy was raw, tender and thoroughly used.And funny thing, I'd never felt better in my life.I shifted on the bed and winced, the sheets sticking to my skin. When I looked down, I saw the evidence of last night everywhere…dried cum on my thighs, stains on the sheets and my body marked and claimed.Richard had fucked me. He had me thoroughly fucked last night.He then left me here, wrecked and satisfied, without a word.I touched my hip gently and felt the tender spots where his fingers had dug in. He must have left bruises and that meant I'd have fingerprints on my skin for days.The thought made me smile. Sadistic, right?I forced myself out of bed, my legs shaky and stumbled to the bathroom. When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I actually gasped.My h

Richard POV It's been three days since I'd left Isadora wrecked and satisfied in her bed, and she was all I could fucking think about.The way she had begged for my cock. The way her pussy had clenched around me when she came. The marks I'd left on her skin…my fingerprints bruised into her hips, belt welts across her ass and my cum dripping out of her.She was mine now in every possible way and that was enough to drive me insane.I sat at my desk in the Clarke Industries building, staring at a contract I'd read three times without understanding a single word. My mind kept drifting back to that night.The sounds she'd made. The way she'd screamed "Daddy" when I'd finally given her what she needed. The way she'd looked at me afterward…satisfied, claimed and completely wrecked.I'd wanted to stay. I wanted to pull her against me and keep her there all night.But I'd forced myself to leave because if I had stayed, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from fucking her again until she

"I will," I managed.She climbed into the car, and then it was just Richard and me on the empty street."Get in the car, Isadora," he said, his voice low."Richard…" I started, ready to throw in an explanation or…just anything."Now." He growled and I didn't need anyone to tell me that dude was pissed.I obeyed, my legs shaking as I walked to his car and slid into the passenger seat.Richard got in the driver's side and started the engine, but he didn't pull away from the curb immediately.Instead, he sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel and his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle ticking."I told you 8 PM," he said finally, his voice deadly quiet.“ I even told you not to be late.""I know." I slurred, the alcohol slightly fading off."It's past midnight, Isadora." He pointed out, as if I was too dumb to fathom that."I was with Benita." I replied."I don't care who you were with." Richard turned to look at me, and the fury in his eyes made me press back against the

I dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor, the impact sending a jolt through my body.Richard stood above me, the belt dangling from his hand and his eyes dark with barely controlled rage and lust."You know what I want," he said quietly.I nodded, my hands trembling as I reached for his belt buckle."No," Richard said, stopping me. "First, you beg and you tell me exactly why you deserve to be punished."I swallowed hard, looking up at him. "I disobeyed you, Daddy. You told me to be at your house and I didn't come." "Why didn't you come?" he asked."Because I was out with Benita," I whispered."That's not a reason. That's an excuse." His hand tangled in my wet hair, gripping tight. "Why didn't you come, Isadora?" He repeated, his tone telling me I better give him what he wants to hear.The truth tumbled out. "Because I wanted to see what you'd do. I wanted to push you. I wanted…" I trailed off."You wanted attention," Richard finished. "You wanted to see if I'd come after you. If

Richard POV Flying to Chicago was a good idea…or so I thought at first.I sat at the desk with my laptop open, the business proposals spread across the surface and couldn't focus on a single fucking word.It had been three days since I'd left Isadora trembling and denied in her driveway and I couldn't stop thinking about her.This business meeting was important since it was about a merger I was negotiating but everything I did here felt like torture.All I could think about was her.The way she'd begged. The way her pussy had clenched around my cock. The way she had sobbed when I denied her for the seventh time.The way she'd looked at me with those desperate, pleading eyes when I'd left her aching and unfulfilled.I shifted in my chair, my cock already hardening at the memory.This was getting out of hand.I'd left town deliberately, putting distance between us to prove a point…to her and to myself. I wanted to prove that I was in control, that I could walk away whenever I wanted.