On My Daddy's Bed

no panties

Isadora pov

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly to examine myself from every angle.

The dress was a deep crimson—the color of sin, of forbidden fruit and everything I was about to do. It hugged every curve like a second skin, the neckline plunging low enough to show the swell of my breasts.

The hem was ending mid-thigh to show off my legs.

I wore nothing underneath,just like Daddy ordered.

I smiled at my reflection, imagining Richard's face when he saw me.

I imagined his jaw clenching, his hands fisting at his sides and his c**k hardening in his pants while he tried to maintain composure in front of his family.

This dress would leave him drooling, I was sure of that.

I grabbed my clutch and headed downstairs, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Marcus was waiting in the foyer, checking his phone as usual.

When he finally looked up, his expression shifted immediately.

Marcus’ eyes widened before his face twisted into a frown.

"Isadora," he called slowly, his gaze traveling over my dress with obvious disapproval. "Don't you think that's... a bit too revealing for a family dinner?" He asked.

I raised an eyebrow, fighting the urge to laugh. "Too revealing?" I repeated.

“ I thought it was rather modest."

"Modest? Isadora, you can see everything." Marcus gestured vaguely at my chest, his discomfort visible.

I stepped forward and watched as he instinctively stepped back, creating distance between us.

"I thought, maybe if I showed you what you have been missing all these years, you would develop some interest?"

Marcus's face flushed, and he looked away quickly. "Isadora, please…"

"Relax, Marcus," I said, my voice dripping with false sweetness. "I am just teasing."

Marcus cleared his throat, still not meeting my eyes. "You've... changed lately. Is something bothering you?" He asked me.

I almost scoffed at that. So he did realise huh?

I tilted my head, studying him. "You should be asking yourself, Marcus. What could possibly be bothering me?" I fired back.

He was still playing the fool, thinking I didn't know about his s****l preference.

Marcus shifted uncomfortably, then glanced at his watch.

"We should go. We're going to be late." He offered.

"You go ahead. I am driving separately," I announced, already heading toward the door.

Marcus frowned. "Why? We can take one car…"

"I have some errands to run afterward," I lied with a straight face.

Truth is, I didn't want to be in the same space, breathing the same air like him.

"I'll meet you there." I added.

I walked away before he could argue and slid into my car.

The drive to the Clarke ancestral home took twenty minutes.

I pulled up and parked, taking a moment to check my reflection in the rearview mirror. My makeup was flawless, my hair falling in loose waves over my shoulders. I looked like sin and temptation wrapped in candy paper.

After making sure everything was perfect, I stepped out of the car.

The evening air was cool against my bare thighs.

It didn’t take long to spot him.

Richard.

He was in the garden tending to his roses with focused attention.

He wore dark slacks and a white button-down.

The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing those strong forearms I had fantasized about.

He hadn't noticed me yet.

I closed my car door deliberately to get his attention and it worked.

Richard looked up and the moment his eyes landed on me, everything stopped.

His gaze traveled slowly from my heels, up my bare legs, over the curve of my hips.

It then lingered on my breasts threatening to spill out of the plunging neckline, before finally meeting my eyes.

I watched his jaw clench and hand tighten around the watering can.

I watched the hunger flare in his eyes before he tried to mask it.

I had already seen it and god help me, it made my p***y clench with anticipation.

I walked toward him slowly, my hips swaying with each step.

"Good evening, Richard," I said sweetly, stopping just a few feet away from him.

"Isadora," he called, his voice rougher than usual. His eyes dropped to my dress again and I saw his throat work as he swallowed.

"You're... early." He forced himself to say.

"Am I?" I glanced at my watch, then back at him with an innocent smile. "I thought dinner was at seven."

"It is." He set down the watering can and wiped his hands on a cloth.

All through it all, his eyes never left me. "That dress is..."

"Do you like it?" I asked, doing a slow turn. "I wore it just for you, Daddy."

The word made him stiffen, his eyes darting toward the house to make sure no one was within earshot.

"Careful," he warned, his voice low and restrained.

I stepped closer, close enough to smell his cologne, close enough to see the pulse hammering in his throat.

"Careful?" I repeated softly, reaching out to brush an imaginary piece of lint from his shirt. My fingers grazed his chest and I felt his sharp intake of breath.

"I've been very careful, Daddy. Just like you told me to be." I purred and watched with satisfaction as his eyes darkened.

Richard's hand shot out and gripped my wrist, stopping my touch. "Isadora…" he called in warning.

"Do you want to check between me and these plants... who's wetter for Daddy?" I whispered, leaning in close enough that my lips almost brushed his ear.

I felt his whole body go rigid, and heard the low growl that rumbled in his chest.

"Behave," he said through clenched teeth, his grip on my wrist tightening. "My son will be here any minute. If he suspects…"

He started but I didn't let him finish.

"Suspects what?" I asked innocently, pulling back to look at him with wide eyes. "That his neglected wife is desperate for his father's c**k? That she is standing here with no panties on because Daddy commanded it? That her p***y is dripping just from being near you?"

"Christ," Richard breathed, his eyes blazing. "You're going to be the death of me."

"I certainly hope so," I murmured, enjoying myself a little bit too much.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made us both freeze. Richard released my wrist immediately, stepping back and creating a respectable distance between us.

Marcus's car appeared moments later, parking beside mine.

I turned and waved as Marcus got out, then looked back at Richard with a sweet, innocent smile.

"See you inside, Richard," I said pleasantly, as if we had just been having a casual conversation about roses.

The look he gave me promised retribution for my naughtiness.

"Behave yourself at dinner." He warned.

"Where's the fun in that?" I whispered, then walked away, making sure to put extra sway in my hips.

I could feel his eyes on me the entire way to the front door.

Marcus caught up with me on the steps. "Were you talking to Dad?" He asked.

"I was just saying hello," I replied. "He was showing me his roses."

Marcus seemed satisfied with that answer and opened the front door for me.