All Chapters of Cheat On Him With Daddy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Emma woke up with a wave of nausea that hit her like a truck. Her stomach churned violently as she bolted upright in bed, hand flying to her mouth. Mark stirred beside her, still half-asleep, reaching out with that same gentle touch that used to make her feel safe. Now it just felt wrong.“Baby? You okay?” he mumbled, rubbing her back.“I’m fine,” she lied quickly, swallowing hard against the bile rising in her throat. “Just… ate something weird last night. I’ll be okay.”She slipped out of bed before he could say more, rushing to the bathroom and locking the door. The moment she was alone, she leaned over the sink, breathing heavily. Morning sickness. It had started two days ago, subtle at first, but now undeniable. Her period was three weeks late. Deep down, she already knew.After forcing herself to throw up quietly, she stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy. She placed a hand on her still-flat belly and felt a twisted flutter of excitement mixed with terro

The smell of garlic and roasted chicken filled the kitchen as Mark moved around with a proud smile on his face. He had spent the last two hours preparing what he called his “special welcome-home dinner,” even though he’d already been back for weeks. Emma sat at the dining table, watching him with a knot in her stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness this time.“You’ve been so distant lately, babe,” Mark said warmly, plating the food. “I thought this might help. Just us, good food, and some time to reconnect.”Emma forced a smile, her hand instinctively resting on her still-flat belly under the table. “It looks amazing, honey. Thank you.”She was wearing a modest sundress, but underneath she was already plugged, per Jax’s earlier instructions. Her phone had buzzed twenty minutes ago with a simple message: *Back door. Now.*Mark was busy carving the chicken when Emma heard the soft click of the back door. Her heart jumped into her throat. She glanced toward the hallway just

Mark was folding laundry in the bedroom when he froze, holding up one of Emma’s tank tops. His brow furrowed as he stared at her neck and upper chest.“Emma… what the hell are those?” he asked, voice tight with confusion and growing concern.Emma glanced up from her phone, heart skipping. She had been careless. The collar of her shirt had slipped, revealing several dark hickeys and a couple of faint purple bruises along her collarbone and the side of her neck. There were more on her inner thighs and ass, but those were thankfully hidden.She quickly pulled her shirt up, pretending to be casual. “Oh, these? It’s nothing serious. I… I went to that new spin class yesterday, remember? The instructor said I was pushing too hard. Must’ve strained something or got a little bruised from the bike handles. You know how clumsy I can be sometimes.”Mark stepped closer, gently tilting her chin to inspect the marks. His touch was soft, caring. It made her stoma

Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom, lifting her loose sweater slowly. Her breath caught as she stared at her reflection. The gentle swell that had been barely noticeable just weeks ago was now unmistakably there, a soft, rounded curve pushing outward from her lower abdomen. At just over four months along, her pregnant belly was starting to show in a way that made everyday clothes feel tighter and her body feel irrevocably changed. She turned sideways, running both hands over the smooth, warm skin. A flutter of movement inside made her smile, a dark, possessive thrill blooming in her chest.*Their baby.*Mark had noticed it too, of course. That morning he had kissed the bump tenderly before leaving for work, murmuring about how beautiful she looked carrying “their” child. His sweetness only sharpened the contrast in her mind. She had smiled and hugged him back, but the moment his car pulled out of the driveway, she texted Jax and Marcus.*Come over. Mar

Emma’s heart was still racing as she pulled into the driveway, the tires crunching softly on the gravel. It was just after 7pm early enough that Mark would still be home, probably finishing the dinner he’d insisted on cooking for them. Her hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. The heavy steel plug Marcus had shoved back inside her was doing its best to contain the massive load he’d pumped into her pregnant pussy just fifteen minutes earlier, but she could already feel warm, sticky trickles escaping around the edges, soaking into the crotch of her maternity leggings.She had been reckless again. Marcus had texted her mid-afternoon while she was folding laundry: *Pulling up behind the old warehouse on 5th. Ten minutes. Be ready, pregnant slut.* She had made an excuse to Mark about running to the store for more prenatal vitamins and had driven straight there. The risk was insane broad daylight, a public parking lot but the thrill had been too strong to resist.Marcus had barely