All Chapters of On My Daddy's Bed : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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room 202

Isadora povI stood in front of my closet, staring at the rows of dresses I rarely wore.Tonight was the gala, the company event Marcus had insisted I attend as his dutiful wife.I'd agreed for all the wrong reasons.I told myself it was a distraction…a way to get my mind off the aching need that had consumed me for the past five days.It has been five days since Richard left me trembling and denied. Five days of no contact, no messages, nothing.But I was lying to myself.The real reason why I had agreed was because Marcus had mentioned casually that Richard was out of town on business but might return in time for the gala.That one word …might… was enough to make my decision.I pulled out a black dress with a neckline that dipped just low enough to be interesting without being scandalous. The fabric was silk, clinging to curves.It was perfect for playing the role of Mrs. Clarke and also perfect for catching Richard's attention if he was there.I laid it on the bed and headed for t

make me scream

Isadora pov I slipped my phone back into my clutch and tried to look casual as I made my way toward the hallway.My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear the music anymore.Five minutes felt like an eternity as I made my way through the crowd, smiling politely at people I didn't know and accepting a glass of champagne I didn't want.I found the staircase and climbed to the second floor, my heels clicking against the marble.The hallway was quieter up here.Room 202 was at the end and the door was slightly ajar.I paused outside, my hand on the handle and my whole body trembling.This was it.After five days of suffering and denial…Five days of aching for him, now he was on the other side of this door.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.The room was dark except for the city lights streaming through the windows. Then I saw him , standing against the glass window was Richard fucking Clarke.When did he get here?I swear I left him downstairs engaged in a talk.How

mocking me

ISADORA POVI couldn't breathe.Richard's cock filled me completely, stretching me in ways I'd forgotten were possible after five days without him."Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You're so tight. Did your pussy miss Daddy's cock?" He asked, those crude words did nothing but turn me on even more."Yes," I gasped, my hands scrambling to grab something on the table. "Yes, Daddy, I missed you…"He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in.I screamed.Richard's hand immediately clamped over my mouth, muffling the sound."Quiet," he growled against my ear. "Do you want everyone downstairs to hear you getting fucked by your father-in-law?" He asked and I shook my head frantically. That would mean a scandal and I was bit ready for one.Richard set a brutal pace, pounding into me with a force that made the table creak beneath us."Five days of wanting this. Needing this. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Richard said between thrusts.His

upstairs

I couldn't do this anymore.I stood next to Marcus at the gala, smiling politely at people whose names I'd already forgotten, and all I could think about was Richard.Richard's hands on me. Richard's cock inside me. Richard's cum still warm between my thighs.I shifted slightly, feeling another trickle slide down my inner thigh, and my pussy clenched.It had been less than an hour since he'd fucked me upstairs.Less than an hour, and I already needed him again.This was insane. Reckless.Dangerous.But I didn't care.I looked across the room and found Richard immediately.It's like my body had a radar for him. He was talking with a group of people who looked like investors, looking perfectly composed in his tuxedo.As if he could feel my gaze, his eyes flicked to mine.The heat in that look nearly made my knees buckle.I need you, I thought desperately.I fucking need you now.God! I was turning into a needy slut for Daddy.I watched as he excused himself, pulled a cigar and walked o

risk everything

I obeyed with trembling hands, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor.My heels followed then my jewelry.Every piece left my body one after the other until I stood completely naked in front of him.Richard's gaze raked over me slowly and possessively."So fucking beautiful," he muttered. "And so fucking reckless." He added with a click, as if annoyed and pleased at the same time.He walked to his closet and returned with several of his ties."Lie down," he ordered, gesturing to the bed. "On your back with your arms above your head."I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself as instructed.Richard tied my wrists to the headboard.The knot was not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that I couldn't pull free.Then he stood back, studying me as if surveying a piece of art.I feel exposed yet fucking turned on at the same time."Open your legs." He proceeded to instruct.I obeyed immediately, spreading my thighs and exposing myself to him completely."Wider Isadora. I

two years of neglect

The cab dropped me off at home just after midnight.Every step toward the front door felt heavy. My body ached in the best way…sore, used and completely satisfied.Richard's cum was still warm between my thighs, a reminder of what we had just done for the second time tonight.I expected the house to be dark with Marcus asleep or not home at all.But the living room lights were on.My stomach dropped.I opened the door quietly, hoping maybe he had just fallen asleep with the lights on.But Marcus was sitting on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand and still wearing his tuxedo from the gala.He seemed to be…waiting."You're home," he said when I entered, his voice calm."I…yes," I managed, closing the door behind me."Where were you really, Isadora?" Before I could say anything else, he asked.The question hung in the air between us."I told you I wasn't feeling well so I came home." I replied.I came home and I am just arriving now?Wow Isadora!What a foolish explanation.Marcu

three days

" It's been three days since the confrontation between me and Marcus.Marcus has been avoiding me for three days. Maybe he isn't avoiding me, just busy and I am the one overthinking.Truth is, I prefer it this way.He can go do his shit and me? I can continue living my life and fucking Richard, his father.I haven't told Richard about Marcus's suspicions. Since he is convinced I am sleeping with some gym instructor, I see no need for that.Today, I have a client picking his paintings at my studio so I have to hurry and get everything packed and ready for when he arrives.I arrive at my studio just before ten.Minutes later, everything is already arranged the way I like it. The three paintings the client purchased are wrapped carefully and propped against the far wall, each one labeled. The space is clean, the lighting soft. I made sure of that yesterday.I don't know why the client insisted on picking them up personally. I have a delivery service I use for exactly this reason. Most bu

my parent's house

The drive to my parents' house took forty minutes. Marcus drove. I didn't even know there was a family dinner until Marcus informed me this morning. Apparently, my family would rather call him and inform him about such than call me, the daughter. After two years, I was already used to it or at least that's what I convinced myself. They never called to check on me, maybe when asking for special favours that involved sending money. We didn't speak much throughout the drive. We hadn't for the past few days. The radio filled the silence between us, some jazz station he always switched on when he didn't want conversation. I watched the city fly away until we pulled over outside my family house. I helped Marcus carry the gifts he had somehow hauled in the trunk. He always did this…bringing expensive gifts whenever we visited. One would mistake it as appreciation. After two years, I finally realised that it was his way to keep an illusion of a caring and doting husband t

you're insane

I took another swing of my alcohol and the thing burned as it went down my throat."Isadora, you should go easy on that drink. It's whiskey, not some low percentage wine." Benita reminded me, eyeing the glass with visible concern.I had managed to get Marcus to drop me at her house after everything became so overwhelming I couldn't handle it without risking combustion. He hadn't asked questions. Maybe he was relieved to be rid of me for the night."I'm fine," I muttered."You showed up at my door looking like someone ran over your dog and you've had three glasses of whiskey in twenty minutes." Benita shifted on the couch to face me properly. "So tell me what happened because you are clearly not fine."I stared into my glass.Where did I even begin?"We had dinner at my parents' house tonight," I said finally and Benita waited without interrupting."My mother didn't ask me a single thing about myself the entire evening.” I said , a scoff leaving my lips.*She asked Marcus if he was eat

do you understand me?

My phone pinged with another message.I didn't need to look to know who it was.Richard had been sending messages frequently these days and I had been ignoring every single one of them.It's not because he did something wrong. The only thing he did wrong was being Marcus's father. He sired that manipulating, soul sucking bastard and somehow I was holding that against him.I knew it wasn't fair and I knew I was projecting my resentment to him.I couldn't help it.Marcus had made me feel like a stranger in my own home.I was still carrying that dinner at my parents' house like a stone sitting in the middle of my chest.I turned my phone face down and focused on the canvas in front of me. Or tried to.The brush hadn't moved in twenty minutes and the paint on the palette was beginning to dry at the edges.I wasn't painting, I was sitting in front of a canvas pretending to paint while my mind ran in twelve directions at once.When the call came I watched the screen light up with his name a

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