All Chapters of Harder, Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I never should’ve said yes to staying the weekend.Chloe’s house always felt too quiet when she wasn’t around. Too big. Too clean. And her dad… he made the air feel thicker somehow. Like the second he walked into a room, everything else got smaller.I was sitting on the edge of the guest bed in just an oversized T-shirt and panties, scrolling through my phone without really seeing anything. Chloe had gone out with some guy she met last week and texted me she’d “probably crash at his place.” Classic. Which left me alone in her house with her father.Elias Kane.Forty-seven. Tall. Broad shoulders that filled out every shirt he wore. Dark hair with a little silver at the temples. The kind of man who didn’t smile much, but when he did it felt like a secret. I’d known him since I was sixteen. Used to call him Mr. Kane. Now I just thought about the way his eyes lingered a second too long whenever I came over.I heard the front door open downstairs. My stomach flipped.He was home early.I s

I couldn’t sleep after he left.My body was still buzzing. Every time I shifted, I felt how wet I still was, the slick mess between my thighs. I kept replaying the way he’d said *Daddy*. The way his fingers had stretched me. The way he’d licked them clean like it was nothing.I must of dozed off at some point because the next thing I knew, the door was opening again.It was later. Darker. The house completely quiet.Elias stepped inside and locked the door this time. The soft click made my stomach flip.“You left it unlocked again,” he said, voice low.I sat up a little, heart already racing. “I know.”He walked over slow, pulling his shirt off as he came. Even in the dark I could see the shape of him. Broad chest, the faint line of hair trailing down his stomach. He dropped the shirt on the floor and reached for his belt.“Last night was just a taste,” he said. “You still sure?”“Yes.”He shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, and I swallowed.

I was already wet when he opened the door.Didn’t even pretend otherwise. Just lay there in the dark with the shirt pushed up and my legs slightly open, waiting. He stepped in, locked it, and looked at me for a long second like he was deciding how he wanted to ruin me tonight.“Come here,” he said.I got up. He grabbed my hips and turned me around, bending me over the edge of the bed. My chest hit the mattress. He kicked my feet apart with his shoe and shoved the shirt higher so my whole back was exposed.“Been thinking about this ass all day,” he muttered. His hand came down in a sharp slap that made me jump. The sting bloomed hot. He rubbed it after, then slapped the other side harder. “You leave this door unlocked for me every night like a good girl and then act surprised when I use you.”I bit the sheet. He didn’t wait. Just pushed his cock against me, found how soaked I already was, and sank in with one long thrust. The force of it punched a moan out of me before I could stop it.

Chloe was acting weird all day.Not enough that anyone else would’ve noticed. Just little things. The way she looked at me a second too long when I came downstairs for coffee. The way she asked if I’d slept okay, eyes flicking to the guest room door. The way she kept finding reasons to stay in the living room instead of going out like she usually did.I tried to act normal. Sat on the couch with my legs crossed, phone in my hand, pretending to scroll. But every time Elias walked through the room my whole body went tight. He barely looked at me. Just refilled his coffee, said something to Chloe about work, and left again. Like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t been buried inside me twelve hours ago with his hand over my mouth.By the afternoon the tension was so thick I could barely breathe.Chloe stretched out on the other end of the couch and nudged my foot with hers. “You’ve been quiet.”“Just tired.”“You sure?” Her voice was light but her eyes weren’t. “You’ve been different si

Chloe went for a run just after nine.I watched her leave from the kitchen window, earbuds in, ponytail swinging. The second the front door shut, Elias came up behind me. No warning. Just his body pressing against my back, one hand already sliding under the hem of my shorts.“She’s gone for forty minutes,” he said against my ear. “Maybe less.”I opened my mouth to answer but his fingers were already inside me. Two of them, pushing in deep like he owned the right. I gripped the edge of the counter, biting down on a moan.He didn’t take me to the bedroom.He bent me over the kitchen island instead. Yanked my shorts and panties down to my knees, kicked my feet apart, and shoved his cock into me in one hard thrust. The stretch made my arms buckle. He caught me by the hips and started fucking me right there, deep and mean, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet house.“Look at you,” he muttered, voice rough. “Taking it in the same place she eats breakfast. Bent over like a whore while your