Filthy Little Desires

CHAPTER THREE STORY2

My Best Friend’s Dad Wants Me

Maya barely slept.

Every time she closed her eyes she felt Richard’s hands again, the weight of him, the way he had pinned her over his desk and told her she belonged to him now. Her body still ached in places that made it hard to lie still. Between her legs she was sore and sticky even after she had tried to clean up quietly in the middle of the night.

Morning came too fast.

Sophia knocked on the guest room door at half past eight, bright and cheerful.

“Maya, wake up. Dad’s making breakfast. Hurry.”

Maya forced herself out of bed. She pulled on a soft oversized sweater and black leggings, then checked her neck in the mirror. The mark Richard had left the day before was darker now. She carefully arranged her hair over it and hoped it would be enough.

Downstairs the kitchen smelled of coffee and toast. Richard stood at the stove in a white T-shirt and dark sweatpants. When he glanced over his shoulder and saw her, his eyes dropped briefly to her neck before returning to her face. The corner of his mouth lifted in a way that made heat pool low in Maya’s stomach.

“Morning,” he said, voice calm and normal.

“Morning, Mr. Hayes,” Maya answered. The formal title felt ridiculous after what they had done.

Sophia was already sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling through her phone. “Sit. Dad made eggs.”

Maya sat. Richard placed a plate in front of her. As he leaned over, his fingers brushed the back of her neck, right over the hidden bruise, in a touch that lasted a second too long. Maya’s fork clattered against the plate.

Sophia looked up. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Maya said quickly. “Just tired.”

Richard walked behind her chair to get the coffee pot. His hand settled on her shoulder for a moment, thumb stroking once in a slow, deliberate caress before he moved away. The casual ownership of the touch made Maya’s face heat. She kept her eyes on her food, terrified Sophia would notice.

Breakfast felt endless.

Every time Sophia looked down at her phone, Richard found a new way to touch her, fingers grazing her thigh under the counter, the back of his hand brushing the side of her breast as he reached past her for the salt, his foot pressing lightly between her legs until she had to keep them closed. Maya’s appetite vanished. She was wet again, and the knowledge that Sophia was sitting right next to her made the guilt almost unbearable.

After breakfast Sophia stretched and announced she was staying home to study for her exam. Maya’s heart sank, then fluttered with a different kind of fear. That meant Richard would be in the house all day with them.

Sophia set up her laptop and textbooks on the large dining table. Maya sat beside her, pretending to help with notes. Richard disappeared into his home office just off the living room, the door left half-open.

For the first hour everything was quiet.

Sophia had her headphones on, focused on a practice test. Maya tried to concentrate on the notes in front of her, but her eyes kept drifting toward the open office door. Every few minutes she would catch Richard looking at her over the top of his computer screen. His gaze was heavy, steady, and full of quiet hunger. Whenever their eyes met, Maya’s pulse jumped and she quickly looked back down at the page.

The tension made it hard to breathe.

Around eleven, Sophia took off her headphones and stood up. “I need more coffee. Want some?”

“I’m okay,” Maya said.

The moment Sophia disappeared into the kitchen, Richard appeared in the doorway of his office. He didn’t speak. He simply crooked one finger at Maya.

She hesitated, heart slamming, then stood and walked toward him on unsteady legs. The second she was close enough, he pulled her inside the office and pushed the door almost closed, not fully shut, just enough that they couldn’t be seen from the dining table.

Richard backed her against the wall beside the door and kissed her hard. One hand slid under her sweater and cupped her bare breast, thumb brushing over the n****e until it tightened. Maya whimpered into his mouth.

“She’s going to come back any second,” she whispered frantically.

“I know.” His other hand pushed into her leggings and found her already soaked. He rubbed slow circles over her c**t while he kissed her neck, right over the mark he had left. “You’ve been staring at me for an hour. I could feel it.”

Maya’s hips twitched against his hand. “Richard...”

He pushed two fingers inside her. Maya bit down on his shoulder to stay quiet. He f****d her with his fingers in short, controlled strokes, watching her face the entire time.

“Tonight you’re coming to my room,” he murmured against her ear. “Not the guest room. Mine. I want you in my bed for as long as I want.”

Footsteps sounded in the hallway.

Richard pulled his hand free, fixed her leggings in one smooth motion, and stepped back just as Sophia’s voice called out.

“Maya? Where’d you go?”

Maya’s heart was racing so hard she felt dizzy. She stepped out of the office, cheeks flushed, and managed a shaky smile.

“Just asking Mr. Hayes if he had a stapler.”

Sophia accepted the lie without question and handed her a fresh cup of coffee. They returned to the dining table. Maya sat down, thighs pressed tightly together, Richard’s fingers still wet with her. She could feel him watching her from the office again.

The rest of the afternoon was pure torture.

Every time Sophia focused on her laptop, Maya’s eyes would drift to the open doorway. Richard would be watching her. Sometimes he would lean back in his chair and openly stare, eyes dark with promise. Once, when Sophia stood to get a book from the living room shelf, Richard mouthed the words “Tonight” across the distance and Maya felt her entire body clench.

By the time evening came, Maya was so wound up she could barely sit still.

Sophia finally closed her laptop with a satisfied sigh. “I’m done. Want to watch a movie?”

Maya forced a smile. “Sure.”

They moved to the living room couch. Richard joined them a few minutes later, sitting in the armchair across from them with a glass of whiskey. The three of them watched the screen, but Maya barely registered what was playing. She was too aware of Richard’s eyes on her. Every time Sophia laughed at something, Maya would glance over and find him watching her instead of the television, his expression calm and possessive.

When Sophia eventually stood up and announced she was going to bed early, Maya’s stomach flipped.

“Night, guys,” Sophia said, yawning. “Don’t stay up too late.”

She disappeared up the stairs.

The living room fell quiet.

Richard set his glass down and looked at Maya for a long moment.

“My room,” he said quietly. “Ten minutes. Door unlocked. If you lock it, I’ll open it anyway.”

Maya’s heart was slamming so hard she could hear it in her ears.

She knew she should refuse. She knew every step further would make it harder to stop and more dangerous if Sophia ever found out.

But she already knew she was going to go.

She stood up on shaky legs, felt the wetness between her thighs, and walked toward the stairs, feeling Richard’s eyes on her the entire way.

Tonight she was going to sleep in her best friend’s father’s bed.

And she was terrified of how much she wanted it.