Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER FOUR STORY2

My Best Friend's Dad Wants Me

Maya was losing her mind.

It was late afternoon and the three of them were stuck in the living room. Sophia had decided they should all “hang out” because she was tired of studying alone. She sat cross-legged on the big couch with her laptop, half-watching a movie and half-texting. Maya sat on the other end of the same couch. Richard was in the armchair across from them, reading something on his iPad, looking completely relaxed.

Only Maya knew it was an act.

Every few minutes his eyes would lift and lock with hers. The look he gave her was calm, patient, and full of quiet threat. It said *I still own you* without a single word.

Sophia suddenly stretched and groaned. “I’m starving. I’m going to order pizza. You guys want the usual?”

“Sure,” Richard answered without looking up.

Sophia grabbed her phone and walked toward the kitchen to place the order, still talking out loud about toppings.

The second she disappeared around the corner, Richard stood up.

Maya’s heart jumped. “Don’t...”

He didn’t listen. He walked over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her off the couch. In three steps he had her backed against the wall beside the large bookshelf, hidden from the kitchen doorway. His hand slid straight into her leggings.

Maya gasped. “She’s right there...”

“I know.” His fingers pushed past her panties and found her already wet. He rubbed her c**t in slow, deliberate circles while his other hand covered her mouth. “You’ve been staring at me for two hours. This is what happens.”

Maya’s eyes watered from the effort of staying silent. She could hear Sophia’s voice in the kitchen, still talking to the pizza place. Richard pushed two fingers inside her and curled them, watching her face the entire time.

“Tonight you’re sleeping in my bed,” he whispered against her ear. “Not the guest room. Mine. I want you naked and open for me while my daughter is sleeping down the hall.”

Maya shook her head frantically, but her hips were already moving against his hand.

Richard’s voice dropped even lower. “If you say no, I’ll walk into that kitchen right now with my fingers still wet from you and tell her exactly what her best friend has been doing.”

Maya’s whole body locked up.

He smiled darkly, knowing he had her.

He rubbed her c**t faster until her legs started to shake. Maya came hard and silently, biting down on his palm, eyes squeezed shut. Richard kept his fingers inside her through it, feeling every pulse, then slowly pulled them out.

He made her watch as he licked them clean.

Footsteps returned from the kitchen.

Richard stepped away in one smooth movement and was back in his armchair before Sophia walked in, phone still in hand.

“Pizza will be here in twenty,” Sophia announced, dropping back onto the couch. She looked between them and frowned slightly. “You two okay? You both look weird.”

“Fine,” Richard said easily. “Just discussing the movie.”

Maya sat back down on the couch, thighs pressed tightly together, still throbbing. She could feel how wet she was. Every time she shifted, the reminder of his fingers made her face burn.

Sophia restarted the movie and leaned her head on Maya’s shoulder like she always did. Maya sat frozen, staring at the screen without seeing it, while Richard watched her over the top of his iPad from across the room.

The pizza arrived.

They ate on the couch. Sophia kept chatting. Richard’s foot found Maya’s under the coffee table and pressed between her legs, forcing them slightly open. Maya’s hands shook around her plate.

When Sophia finally stood up and said she was going to take a shower before bed, Maya almost cried with relief.

The moment Sophia’s footsteps disappeared up the stairs, Richard spoke.

“My room. Now.”

Maya looked at him, panic and heat tangled together. “She’s going to be right down the hall.”

“I know.” He stood up and held out his hand. “That’s why you’re going to be very quiet when I f**k you.”

Maya stared at his hand for a long second. Then she took it.

He led her up the stairs, past Sophia’s closed bathroom door where the shower was already running, and into the master bedroom. The second the door closed, Richard pushed her onto the bed, yanked her leggings and panties off, and buried his face between her thighs.

Maya clapped both hands over her mouth as his tongue dragged through her wetness. He licked her like he had all the time in the world, slow and thorough, until her legs were shaking and she was whimpering into her palms. Only then did he stand up, shove his pants down, and thrust into her in one deep stroke.

The bed creaked.

Both of them froze.

Down the hall, the shower was still running.

Richard started f*****g her in slow, deep thrusts, one hand over her mouth, the other gripping her hip. Maya’s eyes were wide and glassy. The risk of Sophia finishing her shower and walking past the door made every stroke feel sharper, dirtier, more dangerous.

“You’re going to sleep in this bed from now on,” Richard growled against her ear. “I don’t care how careful we have to be. You’re done sleeping alone in the guest room.”

Maya came with a muffled, broken cry, shaking hard under him. Richard followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her while the shower continued to run down the hall.

He stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out.

Cum leaked onto his sheets.

Richard looked down at the mess and gave a dark, satisfied smile.

“Don’t clean up,” he said quietly. “I want you to sleep with me inside you. And Maya… if you try to sneak back to the guest room tonight, I’ll come drag you back. In front of her if I have to.”

Maya lay there, chest heaving, thighs sticky, the sound of the shower still running, and realized with pure panic and heat that she was completely trapped.

And the worst part was how much she already wanted to stay.