All Chapters of ME TOO DADDY: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DionneSoup was served, with steam wisps writhing thin and tauntingly between us. Our conversation was skeletal, borne almost entirely by Mother, who offered ridiculous explanations of redecoration choices and party attendees, and by Robert, who grunted or offered monosyllabic retorts to Mother’s monologue while sending dark, knowing glances my way that twisted my stomach into a knot. Then, beneath the guise of the tablecloth, I felt it.His foot lightly tapped my ankle. My breath caught; my spoon stopped an inch from my lips, quivering. He didn’t look at me; he was nodding along, as always, to Mother’s every detail about the ball party arrangements.His foot drifted up, caressing the smooth expanse of my calf. It felt like a brand, deliberate, slow, and agonizing. I sucked in a breath, holding it tight in the back of my throat as I stared into my bowl, my face flushing a violent, painful pink that was at odds with the cool, spacious dining room.“Fuckkkk you, Robert!” I breathed th

Dionne“Good morning,” I greeted them. My voice came out more confident than it was.They were already at the dining table, like always; domestic bliss was what they were showing me.Robert was wearing his handsome blue suit, the suit so tailored it accentuated his large shoulders and bulky frame that had pinned me down to the kitchen tiles hours ago.I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him, from the contours of his face, tracing the shape of his jaw with my eyes, imagining that mouth on my own skin.“Mom, I am going to follow Dad to the office today,” I interrupted, forcing my voice into a professional, driven tone. “Since it is my final year… I would like to study Finance with dad before I graduate.”The lie came out as smooth as I thought, and yet my heart raced in my chest.“Wow, sweetie, you’ve grown up so much,” she smiled, a loving glow in her eyes that for just a fraction of a second, reminded me of a twinge of guilt before the burning obsession erased it all.“You can leav

Dionne.The air of the banquet hall dropped to subzero, as if the music had reduced to a blank hum.“Hello, princess,” the voice echoed through the hall’s doorway, a memory from the past I had hardly forgotten.Yes, I remembered that voice, even after all these years.We turned back at once, only to find my biological dad standing at the hall’s door, looking older but unmistakably him. The entire family was shocked.“You son of a bitch! What the hell are you doing here?” Aunt Jane’s voice was the first to break. Her voice was filled with anger. She hated my father the most. Not because of what he had done to Mom. Nope. It had started before they were even married.“Sweetheart…what’s going on here?”It was Robert’s voice. He was coming out of the restroom, straightening his cuffs, his presence dominant and grounding.My biological dad was shocked to see him alive; the world had mourned him after that plane crash, believing he was no more.The color drained from his face as he saw Robe

DionneThe sound of the frantic knock erupted from the door like a gunshot, shattering the moment. My heart stopped.“Doll? John? Is everything alright there?” Robert’s voice roared from the hallway.“Doll, it’s 4:45. We need to leave. Open this door.”John froze, still buried deep inside me, the bed still vibrating from our last hit. My eyes went wide with terror; my breath hitched. Robert was just inches away, and if he walked in now, the life we knew—and the secrets we kept—would be over in a heartbeat. Robert knocked on the door again.The thrill was a live wire sparkling through my mind. John refused to pull out of me; his eyes were wide and glazed with an obsessive hunger that ignored the danger outside the door.I begged him silently to stop, my eyes pleading as I felt Robert’s presence inches away from us. But John wouldn’t listen; he kept fucking me like a mad, hungry wolf, his breath coming in silent, ragged gasps.“Open the door, Doll,” Robert’s voice was like a low rumble

Dionne. Six months had gone by since Aunt Jane’s death. Her loss hung in the air of the house like a cloud; a stark reminder of the bay between the outward lives that we showed everyone and the life that we lived behind the closed doors. Even though for months I’d been having sex with her husband; a clear act of betraying her confidence; I never once wanted her gone. Six months ago, Aunt Jane had been hit by a car on her way to work. She was rushed to the hospital, but unfortunately, she died after 3 days. Her death changed the household and nothing had been the same. After her death, Uncle and John moved in with us and we all became one big complicated family living together. To the world; we seemed like a family in grief trying to lean on one another for support, but on the inside, the house had turned into a boiling hot pressure cooker filled with hidden desires. For the past six months, I’d been skillfully playing an extremely dangerous game, offering myself to three men in t