All Chapters of Forbidden pleasures: Craving my father-in-law : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Bang, bang!

Avery's POV “Where have you been?” comes Joe's voice the second I step into my house. I didn't even get the chance to turn the lights on before his creepy, angry voice splits the air, startling me. I nearly jump out of my skin. “Jesus fucking Christ! Are you kidding me?” I yell. Turning on the living room lights, I see him sitting on the couch. He is drunk or at least, he had been drinking. The air reeks of alcohol. Discarded bottles of beer lie on the center table before him. His eyes are glazed over. He is still in his tux with patches of alcohol on his shirt. “What are you doing here?” I ask. He pulls out a set of keys from his pockets, jingling them in the air. “I still got your house keys, remember?” “Right, I meant…what are you doing here now? Aren't you supposed to be home?” I ask, settling into the couch facing him. It is nearly dawn. Gideon and I had been out of town almost all night, having fun. “You didn't answer my question: where have you be

Disobedience

Gideon's POV I bang the door repeatedly, my heart beating fast. “Open up. Joe! Open the goddamn door!” I scream as I bang on the door. My phone is on my free hand, watching the fight. I can't breathe. My shock is palpable, it's making my entire body shake. I can't believe Joe would do this. He's still lying atop Avery, pinning her down when I knock on the door. How could he? A special brand of rags surges through me. I didn't raise him to become this kind of man. The door swings open. I come face-to-face with my son. My rage takes over. I can't stop myself from swinging on him. One punch hits him square on the nose. He stumbles backwards. I push into the house, gripping his shirt. He reeks of alcohol.She's mine! My mistress! The love of my life! I can't stand when she's hurt. I need her to hurt me not to be hurt by my bastard son! “You fucking bastard! What'd I tell you? What the fuck did I tell you?” I yell at him. “Gideon, that's enough!” I hear Avery's voice scream at

Critical point

Avery’s POV “What happened?” Joe asks as he stirs from his sleep. He is lying on my bed, half-naked and sweaty. He squints painfully, covering his forehead with a palm. I stand from the couch where I’d been reading the morning papers and walk over to the windows to close the curtains. “God, my heart hurts!” Joe bristles. “Well, that’s what happens when you drink too much!” I say. Joe tries to stand from the bed. His balance falters. He collapses back. “Shit!” “You know you are a lightweight, Joe. You shouldn’t be drinking like that at all,” I chastise him. I hand him a glass of water. “Here, drink!” He downs the glass quickly. “Thank you.” Our eyes meet for a second. I’m pretty sure he could sense the awkwardness in the air. He gasps. “Fuck, last night…Avery…I’m so sorry!” he goes off. Good, his memories are coming back. But there’s a small anxiety throbbing deep in my heart. If he remembered our fight, then, he might remember his father’s arrival, our conversation, and plans

Invoking rights

Gideon’s POV “Sir, your son’s here to see you,” my assistant announces. It’s nearly lunch. I’ve been staring at my phone all day long, waiting to hear from her. Just to make sure she’s okay and more frankly, to know the kind of punishment she’s decided for me. Last night, I disobeyed her direct orders and now, I have riveting consequences to look forward to. I shouldn’t have gone to her house when she told me explicitly to stay away. But I have no regrets. For her, I’d break a thousand rules over and over again without regret and like I said, I’d gladly accept my punishment. “Sir? Your son?” comes my assistant’s voice again. I can’t even hide the wave of disappointment sweeping through me now. With a heavy sigh, I wave a hand of agreement. “Yeah, let him in!” Joe steps in. He is wearing a bandage across his nose where my fist had landed a strong punch last night. I sit behind my desk, my face showing my displeasure. “Hi, Dad,” says Joe. “It’s good to see you not dr

Desperate negotiations

Avery’s POV I watch his face fall. The joy in his eyes vanish slowly as realization dawns on him. He is creepily silent at first, processing. Then, he adjusts on the chair, brows raised. “I don’t understand. Is it because of me? Have I done something to upset you? Is this because of last night? Because I disobeyed your orders? I promise it won’t happen again; I just couldn’t stand to watch him strangle him,” he rambles desperately. His voice cracks a little. One can almost see him slipping into a heartbroken desperation. He leans forward, his eyes pleading with me, trying to make sense of the news I just dumped on him. I am wary, on edge. In the past, Gideon has proven he can’t stand to be far away from me. When I punished him with my absence and reverted access to me, he’d always gone crazy. He’d stalked me, parked in front of my house waiting to catch a glimpse of me, sent endless messages, begging for my attention. And so, I am very concerned right now about how he’d accept

The wrong sub

Avery’s POV I enter the bedroom, tentatively. I am unsure of what’s happening right now. Joe swishes the whip in the air. He can’t handle it well enough. It slashes against his back. He lets out a yelp! “What the fuck are you doing right now?” I ask, stopping myself from laughing. He drops the whip, sitting on the bed. He tugs at his leather suit. “Fuck, how do people do this shit? It’s so tight, it’s cutting off my circulation.” He is so frustrated, lines are creasing his forehead. “What is going on, Joe?” “What does it look like? I went out and got all this shit because you like it. I thought you were into this BDSM shit. So here I am!” he says, feeling embarrassed. “I don’t understand. Did you think I would be your sub? I am not a sub, Joe. All these years and you still don’t know what I like?” “What?” “I like to be the mistress. You can be my sub, that’s how it works for me.” Joe stares at me blankly. “So…I have to obey all your little commands in bed? Like sucking your

Chasing her scent

Gideon's POV Avery's face pales, blood draining from her when she sees Martha approaching us. “Are you fucking kidding me? It hasn't even been a day. You haven't even agreed to end the contract and you've already moved on to her? Her?” She snaps through gritted teeth. “No, no..” I start to say but Martha rolls up to us, interrupting my speech. “Hey, Avery. Goodness, your neck, what happened!?” Martha's voice is full of concern. Avery's eyes are burning, now, with anger. “I'm fine. What are you doing here!?” Is that jealousy I detect in her voice? I feel equally flattered and confused. She is an impossible woman to understand: she'd end things with me and then get jealous about other women around me? “I was just visiting a friend in the ER. I found this one instead,” Martha replies. We literally just met twenty minutes ago. “Oh. So, you guys are not going out?” Avery asks. Martha laughs. “Nah, your Father-in-law has a secret beau. Did you know that!?” A

Red-handed

Gideon’s POVThis IS not a dream. It’s not some figure invading my daydreams. This is actually happening. She’s actually standing in the room.Martha’s actually standing there, staring at me with a look of pure horror on her face.Fuck.I scramble out of bed, embarrassed and humiliated. Shit, shit, shit, I mumble as I fall out of bed.My whole world has come crashing down. My worst nightmare has come true. I’ve been caught. Red-handed. With my pants down my legs!All because I couldn’t control myself in Avery’s house. Fuck!“What the fuck is going on here?” Martha screams!“It’s not what it looks like, I promise you,” I start to say but the words come out empty. There’s no conviction in my tone.It IS exactly what it looks like and she knows it.Martha takes a step closer. “Are you kidding me? Tell me, what does it look like? ‘Cause from my perspective, it looks like you were seriously masturbating on Avery’s bed!”Her voice drools with pure disgust, but for some reason, that didn’t b

Sanctity

Avery’s POV On his knees, he peers up at me desperately. His eyes are so wet, they make him look so pathetic. He is distractingly attractive when he’s pathetic like this. All on his knees with wet lashes, begging for a crumb of my attention. Heat travels down my neck. My nipples harden. Something dark and hungry is rumbling inside me. I know boundaries are being crossed right now but I can't stop myself from yearning for him: to hurt him, to see tears stream down his cheek, to feel the pull of his hair when its wrapped around my fingers. It's almost as if I want to show Joe how to sexually arouse a person with pain without making it seem weird. “Please, forgive me. I didn’t mean…” he’s saying. I hit him hard across the cheek. He didn’t see it coming. But just as soon as it dawns on him, his lips spreads with delicious smirk. I strike him again. Right cheek, left cheek. Each blow is harder than the last. My hands leaves imprints on his cheeks. Long, gorgeous red st

Bombshell

Gideon's POV I lie on the floor, spent. My vision is blurred, stars sparking. My hearing is slightly impaired from the forceful rush of blood drumming in my ears. I feel every agonizing stroke of pain coursing through my body. Every kick, every word of degradation, every single pain she meted out to me. It's a warm spread of pleasure and pain. I can hear Avery on the phone whispering heatedly. “I just went out to get dinner. I'm on my way back!” I stir on the floor. The phone clinks, signalling the end of the call. She walks around me. “God, you drive me fucking nuts, you know that!?” She bends low to my level. “This is what you are gonna do. You're going to stay away from me because the second I leave here, I'll find Martha and tell her I didn't know about your attraction to me. I need to deflect the suspicion she has on me. So please, accept my terms to terminate our relationship. NO MORE GAMES. Don't even look at me when we are in the same room!” I can tell this would

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