All Chapters of Forbidden pleasures: Craving my father-in-law : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Creep

Gideon’s POV Even though she’s mad at me, I can’t help but twinge with excitement. Her eyes… There is something cold about them. Calculating. Deadly. Her fury makes her expression almost impenetrable. She is bubbling with rage and, like a volcano, I want her to erupt and consume me. She has a shard of coldness inside her, a brutality that no one else would understand...certainly not my son. “Did you put up cameras in my house just to spy on me, Gideon?” she asks again. I shrink under the intensity of her gaze. She shouldn’t have found the cameras. I put them up the same day we met. The day Joe introduced us. “How long have you been spying on me?” she asks. I want to tell her the truth: how I’d spent hours sitting here every night obsessively watching her as she went about her life oblivious to the eyes in the sky. From the day we met, I wanted to know everything about her and the only way to do that was to…spy on her. I’d sat here watching her bathe, dance, work o

Phone play

Avery's POV "Good morning, babe!!" Joe's voice coerces me out of sleep. I stir. The morning light is flooding in through the open windows, sun rays falling all over my face. "There you are, sweetheart!" Joe says, coming over to me. I raise my head just enough to see that he is carrying a breakfast tray. I can smell the waffles and freshly-squeezed orange juice. My favorite. I rise. "Morning, babe!" He places the tray over my thighs, before planting a long kiss on my lips. His morning breath mixing with mine. I can feel his lips curling into a smile. "Somebody's in a happy mood!" I tease him when the kiss finally breaks. He falls into the space beside me. "Well, last night was...amazing! I mean I was starting to worry about us since our big fight and then the party..." he pauses. My senses tingle as I recall the cameras all over my house. My eyes flicker over to the camera above my mirror. He could be watching now. The creepy voyeur. I was only mad for

Tit for tat

Avery's POV "It's my phone! Um, probably work stuff!" I reply. ,Joe eyes me suspiciously. "What are you doing under there!?" I tug the duvet tighter under me. "Nothing!" My wand buzzes louder, drawing Joe's attention again. "Babe, you need to get back to the bathroom and wash up now!" I snap just as fast to derail his attention. Joe pouts but he obeys. When he returns to the bathroom, I exhale with relief. Grabbing the phone, I see the messages from Gideon. They're desperate pleas to focus on him and jealous tantrums. WHAT IS HE STILL DOING ? I THOUGHT HE'D BE AT WORK BY NOW? I CAN'T SEE YOU. I WANT YOU. PLEASE LET ME SEE YOU. I'LL BE A GOOD BOY. DO YOU HATE ME!? He is rambling. I grow mad and send him a reply: NOW YOU GET NOTHING! I exit the video conference, cover myself with the duvet and succumb to the power of the wand. My phone starts ringing. Gideon. I ignore the calls, feeling my orgasm as it bursts through me. "Babe, your

My pleasure is your pain!

Avery's POV What the fuck am I doing here!? I shouldn't be here yet.... I am sitting in the darkened corner of the restaurant, close to the bathroom. Gideon and Martha are sitting at the best table in the house under the illuminating light. Martha is wearing a green dress with a long plunge that showcases her breasts. Gideon is on his best suit. You'd think they were a perfect couple. Gideon says something that makes her throw her head back in laughter. A shocking wave of jealousy speeds through me. He is my pet, my slave. I didn't realize how much I got off on his devotion, his adoration and willingness to literally lick the boots on my feet until now. To see him with someone else, with Martha of all people, pisses me off! I stab at the plate with my fork, noisily. "Ma'am, how are you finding the steak!?" the restaurant manager comes up to me. I flash a bright smile. "It's excellent. Excellent!" "Would you like anything else!?" the manager asks. I s

Office distractions

Gideon's POV"We need more tests. I suggest we refer him to Mindy's lap in Norway. They are better equipped to handle this case!" Jeffrey's voice booms over everyone else's. I sit at the head of the table, listening to my subordinates argue over the latest case. Slowly, their voices fade away as my mind pulls me over to the memories Avery left in me. I can smell her, feel her hand on my body, taste her urine surging all over me. Endorphins. No other way to describe the feeling she gives me! It's like flying on a moon. Like riding through the wind. I know I'm going to come crashing down soon but for just a second, I want to fly and ride with her. "Gideon!" Jeffrey's voice draws me back to reality. I blink. All the surgeons at the table are staring at me, waiting for my final decision. This is what I love and hate most about being chief: the responsibilities strangle me. By day, I am saddled with all this power. It can make me feel like the only man on earth. But at night, I

My Eve

Gideon’s POV “Martha, what are you doing here?” I ask, masking my irritation with a trained smile. Martha’s expression morphs suspiciously when she enters the office and I wouldn’t stand to greet her. “Gideon, are you okay? I was so worried about you last night!” she wants to know. I keep my hands under the table, wishing she would just leave. I want to be left with my thoughts alone. I want to be left alone with my fantasies. My body is still getting shaking from my orgasm. Yet, I am desperate for more. I am not in the best mood to entertain visitors like Martha now. I cough, clearing my throat. “Last night was, um, sorry. I just had a bit of a health scare.” Martha pushes forward, settling into the couch before me. “Are you okay?” I feel slimy lying to her but what was I supposed to say? ‘My future daughter-in-law was tormenting and humiliating me and I loved it?’ The last time I tried that with a normal relationship, it always ended horribly. Normal wom

Restriction

Avery’s POV I pull out a white, transparent plastic bag. It makes a crinkling sound. Gideon’s eyes are sparkling with excitement, his lips parting to let in some air. His entire body is fraught with expectation. Like an addict anticipating his next fix! I caress his face, tracing his nose bridge, cheekbone, jaws, lips. He feels so alive to me, I want to drain life out of him. It’s almost like a sadistic need inside me. He is the only one who makes me feel like this. Slowly, I move the bag over his head. I secure it tight with the collar. I hold his face, watching him suffocate. He breathes in and out, his nostrils flaring. His eyes dilate. His body grows taut. So does mine. I am high on the godlike power of knowing his life is literally in the palm of my hands. I can snap life out of him at any moment just by keeping the bag over his head. As he struggles against the bag, I can’t help the hot flash that invades my body. I am overwhelmed by fuzzy

Doomed

Gideon's POV I am still swollen with passion, my head vacant of all thoughts except of her when I head to the front door for Martha. Each step that brings me closer to Martha takes me away from Avery and all the pleasures she can give me. All the pain, the lust, the sins my body yearns for! I am only doing this because Avery ordered me to. I am almost irritated when I open the door and Martha's standing there, smiling. She has no idea what she's taking away from me. "Hey there!" she creaks dollishly. She leaps into my arms before I have the chance to even process her presence. "Woah, this is amazing! Your home is stunning!" she says. Martha's voice is loud. It floats upstairs to Avery who is still waiting for a chance to leave. I don't want her to leave which means I have to entertain Martha just to make sure Avery stays up there. "Can you give me a tour!?" Martha asks, excitedly. "Sure!" I say, leading the way. Her eyes roam the pictures on the walls. S

Rules & regulations

Avery's POV On his knees, he frets like a spent dog. Feral, anxious, demanding. Picking up my whip, I strut towards him. Grabbing his face, I twist his jaws, his mouth hard. “You're a weak, pathetic man!” I curse at him. My fury is fuelled by the unnameable jealousy coursing through me. How dare he invite Martha here? I didn't realize how much I wanted him to be exclusively mine until now! “I'm so sorry, mistress.” “Silence, DOG!” I snap, my voice booming all over the room. He whimpers, falling quiet. Good boy, I murmur under my breath. I love how obedient he is. He falls silent when I tell him and speaks when I order him to like a good sub! He can't function without my orders! I want him dependent on every word that comes out of my mouth! My sub, my sissy, my slave! “This is my fault. We have not properly set rules and regulations! You think you can misbehave because you're like a dog without an owner. Free to roam about as you see fit. Well, that en

Sissy

Avery’s POVThe thong rides low on his hips, his dick jutting out. I stand back, appreciating its perfection on his body.I pull him toward the wall mirror. “Just take a good look at yourself,” I whisper. He stands still in front of the mirror, observing himself. I lean for his ear. “You think you are some big man at work? But this is who you really are: weak, small, pathetic sissy! Do you think they respect you? Nobody does. You're a tiny, worthless man. You’re less than dirt!” I degrade him.His chest rises and falls with quick succession like he’s running out of breath. The more I talk, the more he shrinks until this giant of a man looks like a small boy with his lips clasped shit, breathing heavily. I circle him, predatorily. “You are an ugly, filthy, useless simp and no one will ever respect you.”He gasps. He is so desperately fragile and needy. Being needed is like a drug to me. I need to feel needed. I need the power that comes from knowing he is addicted to me. I pull at

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