On My Daddy's Bed

on your knees

ISADORA POV

Richard's grip in my hair tightened as he set a punishing rhythm, his c**k sliding in and out of my throat with brutal efficiency.

"That's it," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take it all and show Daddy what that pretty mouth is good for."

I couldn't respond, heck, I could barely breathe but I looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes.

The expression on Richard's face made my denied p***y clench with need.

His jaw was tight, his eyes dark and feral as he watched his c**k disappear between my lips again and again. The veins in his neck stood out, his breathing ragged.

"f**k," he grunted, his hips snapping forward harder. "You look so good like this. On your knees, choking on my c**k, tears running down your face. This is where you belong, isn't it?"

I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse.

"That's right," he said, his voice dropping lower. "You were made for this. Made to be used. Made to serve me.

His pace became erratic and less controlled, a sign that he was almost there.

I could feel him getting close, his c**k swelling even more in my mouth and grip on my hair almost painful.

"I'm going to come and you my filthy slut is going to take every f*****g drop." He announced, his voice strained.

Then he pulled out abruptly.

I gasped for air, looking up at him with swollen lips and tear-streaked cheeks.

Richard fisted his c**k with his free hand, pumping it roughly while keeping my head in place with the other.

"Open your mouth,stick out your tongue and accept daddy's reward for your good job.” He commanded.

I obeyed, opening wide and extending my tongue.

Richard groaned at the sight.

"Such a good little slut," he muttered, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "You want Daddy's c*m, don't you? Want me to mark you as mine?"

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed. "Give me your cum.”

Richard's orgasm hit him hard.

"f**k—yes—take it all." Richard groaned, his whole body tensing as he emptied himself on my face and chest.

I stayed perfectly still, letting him cover me with his essence and watching the intense pleasure contort his features. When he finally finished, he was breathing hard, his c**k still semi-hard and glistening.

Ropes of c*m dripped down my breasts and I couldn't help but imagine them dripping from my p***y instead, down my thighs after he'd finally f****d me the way I was desperate for him to.

The thought made me whimper and p***y gush.

Richard's eyes focused on me again, taking in the sight of me covered in his release.

Something dark and satisfied crossed his face.

"Look at you," he said, his voice rough. "Covered in Daddy's c*m like a desperate little whore."

I felt my face flush, not with shame, but with arousal. My p***y was throbbing, aching and still denied the release it craved.

I watched as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up with deliberate slowness.

I whined from the starvation, my hands moving unconsciously toward my thighs.

Richard's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Don't even think about it," he warned, his grip firm. "You don't touch yourself until I say you can."

"But…" I prepared my protest but one look shut me up.

"That p***y belongs to me now," he said, his eyes boring into mine. "Your orgasms belong to me and I want you suffering. I want you so desperate that when I finally do wreck that tight little cunt, you'll come the second I push inside you."

A whimper escaped my lips.

Richard released my wrist and stepped back, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair.

Within seconds, he transformed back into the composed, controlled man who had walked into my house to collect documents.

"Clean yourself up," he ordered, his tone almost casual now.

He turned toward the hallway, heading for the stairs.

I remained there, still on my knees and covered in his c*m.

He paused walking and looked back at me over his shoulder.

"Next time, I'm going to bend you over and f**k you until you can't remember your own name. I'm going to make you scream so loud the whole neighborhood knows you are getting drilled by a real c**k.

When I finally let you come, you're going to thank me for every second I made you wait."

Then he was gone.

I heard his footsteps on the stairs, heard the sound of papers rustling in Marcus's office, heard the front door open and close.

Then silence followed.

I stayed there on the hallway floor, my knees aching against the hardwood, my face and breasts sticky with his release and p***y throbbing with unfulfilled need.

Slowly, I brought my hand up to my cheek, feeling the warm, thick evidence of what we had done.

I had seduced my father-in-law, let him degrade me and begged him to use me.

And…I'd never felt more alive.

I stood on shaky legs and made my way to the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror.

I looked thoroughly debauched. My hair was a mess, my lips swollen and red, my face painted with Richard's c*m. My n*****s were still hard, my thighs slick with my own arousal.

I turned on the water, watching it heat up but I didn't step into the shower right away.

Instead, I touched myself…just once, just my fingers brushing over my aching c**t…and the spark of pleasure that shot through me was almost painful.

Then Richard's words echoed in my mind.

“You don't touch yourself until I say you can.”

I pulled my hand away, whimpering at the loss.

How was I supposed to survive this? How was I supposed to wait, not knowing when he would come back or when he would finally give me what I needed?

“ f**k!” I cursed, stepping into the shower and letting the warm water soothe my frustration.

**RICHARD POV**

I made it to my car before the guilt tried to creep in.

But as I sat behind the wheel, my hands still shaking slightly from the intensity of what had just happened, all I could think about was Isadora on her knees, covered in my c*m and looking up at me with those desperate, hungry eyes.

Fuck.

I'd crossed a line, multiple lines actually.

She was my son's wife and I had ust face-f****d her in the hallway of the house they shared.

I should feel disgusted with myself. Instead, I felt f*****g triumphant.

Two years of watching Marcus neglect her, of seeing the light slowly die in her eyes, of wanting her so badly I had to leave family dinners early because my c**k was hard just from sitting across from her.

Two years of applying all the restraint I could muster and doing the right thing by playing the respectful father-in-law while my useless son lived a lie.

Now? Now she was mine.

I started the car and pulled out of the driveway, my mind already replaying every moment.

The way Isadora had looked in that wet silk robe, barely covering her perfect body.

The way she seduced me, put my hands on her dripping wetness as an invitation

The way her p***y had felt, so wet and tight and clenching around my fingers like it was made for me.

The way she looked on her knees, taking my c**k down her throat, tears streaming down her face but never pulling away.

My c**k was already hardening again just thinking about it.

There was a time I had told myself if this ever happened, I'd feel remorse. That the guilt would eat me alive.

But there was no guilt, only hunger and the desperate need to go back, throw her on that bed and f**k her until she forgot Marcus ever existed.

Her marriage with Marcus arranged, some s**t about deals my father made with her grandfather.

I could have stopped it but when I first laid my eyes on her, I knew she would make a perfect slut for me.

My son was gay and she needed the investment from the family to save hers, so I watched her step into my trap.

At first, I hesitated until I couldn't anymore.

Now, I had her where I had always dreamt.

Today, I had denied her an orgasm on purpose.

I wanted her desperate for me, but I also wanted her first orgasm with me to be on my c**k. I wanted to feel her come apart around me and watch her face as I finally gave her what she had been starving for.

The thought alone made my c**k throb.

I could have her tomorrow.

I could show up at the house, bend her over the kitchen counter and finally f**k her properly.

But where was the fun in that?

I wanted her aching and so starved for me that when I finally take her, I would f**k her so hard she forgot her own name. I'd make her scream. I'd ruin her for anyone else, not that Marcus had ever had her in the first place.

And when I finally let her come, when I felt that tight p***y clenching around my c**k, she would know exactly who she belonged to.

“ You are mine, Isadora. You are mine to break and defile beautifully.”