Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER SEVEN STORYII

My Best Friend's Dad Wants Me

Maya woke up the next morning with Richard’s body wrapped tightly around hers.

His arm was locked across her waist, his leg thrown over both of hers, as if even in sleep he was making sure she couldn’t leave the bed. The events of the previous night came rushing back ,the private suite, the cards, the men’s hands on her arms, the cold look in Richard’s eyes when he walked in and claimed her in front of all of them.

She had almost been sold.

And he had saved her like it was nothing.

Richard’s breathing changed. He was awake.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured against the back of her neck.

Maya’s voice came out small. “I keep replaying it. How close it was.”

Richard’s arm tightened. He rolled her onto her back and settled over her, bracing his weight on his forearms so he could look directly into her eyes. His expression was serious, almost stern.

“You disobeyed me. You left the suite after I specifically told you to stay. You put yourself in a situation where strangers almost took what belongs to me.”

Maya swallowed. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough.” His voice stayed quiet, but there was steel underneath it. “From now on, when we are away from home, you do not leave my side unless I give you permission. You do not talk to people I don’t know. You do not accept drinks from strangers. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

Richard studied her face for a long moment, then leaned down and kissed her — slow, deep, and possessive. When he pulled back, some of the hardness had left his eyes, replaced by something hotter.

“I’m still angry,” he said. “But I’m also very f*****g relieved you’re safe.”

He pushed her thighs apart and sank into her in one long thrust. Maya gasped, still sensitive from the night before. Richard f****d her slowly at first, almost carefully, as if reminding himself that she was real and unharmed. Then the pace increased. He held her wrists above her head and drove into her harder, watching every expression that crossed her face.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her mouth. “Not the world’s. Not some room full of predators. Mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Maya whispered.

He made her repeat it every time he thrust deep, until the words felt branded into her. When she came, it was with his name on her lips and tears in her eyes. Richard followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside her with a low, guttural sound.

They stayed joined for a long time afterward.

Eventually Richard pulled out and carried her to the large bathroom. He ran a bath, climbed in behind her, and washed her slowly, his hands gentle now. Maya leaned back against his chest, eyes closed, letting him take care of her.

“I have two more meetings today,” he said after a while. “Both in the hotel conference rooms. You’re coming with me. You’ll sit in the waiting area where I can see you. After that, the rest of the day is ours.”

Maya nodded. She didn’t want to be alone again anyway.

They ordered breakfast in the suite. Richard kept touching her while they ate — fingers trailing along her thigh, a hand on the back of her neck, small reminders that he was still wound tight from almost losing her. Maya found herself craving every touch.

At 10:30 they went downstairs.

Maya sat in a quiet corner of the conference lounge with a book she couldn’t focus on, while Richard disappeared into meeting rooms. Every time the door opened she looked up, half-afraid it would be one of the people from the night before. It never was. But every time Richard stepped out between sessions, his eyes immediately found her, checking that she was still there, still safe.

During the last meeting she watched him through the glass wall. He looked powerful and completely in control, the same way he had looked when he walked into that dangerous suite and made grown men apologize. The memory made her shift in her seat, thighs pressing together.

When he finally came out for good, he walked straight to her, took her hand, and led her back upstairs without a word.

The second the suite door closed, Richard pushed her against it and kissed her like he had been starving for her the entire time he was gone. He stripped her roughly, dropped to his knees, and put his mouth between her legs until she was shaking and pulling his hair. Only then did he stand, lift her, and f**k her against the door, one hand under her thigh, the other braced beside her head.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you in that meeting,” he muttered against her neck. “Every time I looked at the glass I saw you sitting there waiting for me like a good girl.”

Maya came hard, crying out freely. Richard followed a few thrusts later, groaning her name as he filled her.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in bed.

Richard seemed determined to erase every trace of the previous night’s fear with pleasure. He made her come on his tongue, on his fingers, on his c**k, over and over, until Maya was limp and boneless and completely wrecked. Between rounds he held her close and spoke quietly against her hair.

“I won’t let anything happen to you again,” he said once. “You’re safe with me. Even when you’re scared of me.”

Maya turned in his arms and kissed him softly. “I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of how much I need this.”

Richard’s eyes darkened. He rolled her beneath him again and pushed back inside her, slower this time, almost tender.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not giving it up.”

Evening came.

They ordered dinner and ate in bed, naked, the city lights sparkling beyond the windows. Maya’s phone stayed on silent. She knew Sophia had probably texted, but she couldn’t bring herself to look yet. The guilt was still there, but it was quieter now, buried under the weight of Richard’s attention.

After dinner Richard pulled her into his lap so she straddled him. He let her ride him slowly while he watched her face, hands stroking up and down her back.

“Two more nights,” he said. “Then we go back to reality. Back to careful touches and locked doors and lying to my daughter.”

Maya’s rhythm faltered. “I don’t know how I’m going to pretend after this.”

“You won’t have to pretend with me.” He thrust up into her, making her gasp. “When we get home, you’re still mine. We’ll just have to be smarter.”

Maya leaned forward and kissed him deeply, pouring everything she couldn’t say into it.

She didn’t know yet that “smarter” would become almost impossible once they returned.

She didn’t know that Sophia was already starting to feel lonely enough to do something unexpected.

But for now, in the quiet of the Chicago suite, with Richard deep inside her and his arms locked around her body, Maya let herself believe they still had time.

Outside, the city kept moving.

Inside, the two of them kept falling deeper.

And far away, in the quiet house they had left behind, Sophia stared at her phone and made a decision that would change everything.