A Night With My Father in Law

Chapter Three

LIYA

“Dinner is ready,” I say, expressing little to no emotion as I carry the plate full of chicken to the dining table.

I did not go to work today, I called in sick—which is obviously a lie. I cannot bear to face Russell—the CEO, at work. I cannot get my mind off what happened last night. A part of me is utterly ashamed, and wishes it never happened. At the same time, a part of me wishes he had grabbed me by the waist, kissed me, and f****d the hell out of me. I want him to ruin me, I want all of him. I want to feel every inch of his large c**k in my p***y. I want to scream at the top of my lungs—in pleasure, from the feel of his tongue sucking, and f*****g my p***y. I want him to bend me over, and f**k me like the little w***e that I am. I want his large c**k in my mouth, I want to suck it until he comes into my mouth—and I swallow it.

“You're spending the night in the other building today. I have a guest coming over.”

Nic interrupts, not a request but an order. I snap out of my thoughts. “OK,” I respond, what can I say? He is the boss, and until I have enough money to stand on my own, I cannot oppose him, nor can I leave the godforsaken marriage.

“Take some food along for my dad, act like you came to check on him, and sleep off. He doesn't like interrupting people's sleep, he'll let you spend the night”

I still don't know why Russell does this. The same thing happened when I was fifteen. I slept off while watching my mom clean. He didn't let her touch me, so we ended up spending the night.

I stand up immediately—with the food, and headed for Russel's house. The guards let me in from the gate, I walk to the door.

“It's open,” a voice responds from inside.

I walk in, seeing Russell standing by the staircase—close to the kitchen, half naked, with a towel wrapped around his waist—just like yesterday. I cannot help but drop my eyes to the bulge underneath the towel—it’s his c**k. I really want to see it, I really want it deep inside my p***y, I want to suck it, I want to be put in different positions with it in my p***y, I want to be ruined by it. I just want him.

*

RUSSELL

“My eyes are up here, Liya,” I interrupt her episode of staring at my c**k with her mouth open. f**k! I want to get my lips on those lips so badly. She looks up at me, closing her mouth, as if snapping out of her slumber.

“I brought food,” she says in a whimsy tone, lifting the plate of food.

“The kitchen is that way,” directing her with my head. She heads to the kitchen and I follow behind her, my eyes scanning her figure. I want to rip those shorts off of her waist, put my hand under that shirt and find my way to her breasts. I want to squeeze it while I bend her over, and f**k the s**t out of her on the kitchen counter. I want to f**k my son's wife. What kind of father will that make me?

*

LIYA

I place the food on the counter—ready to warm it up in the microwave, I feel a figure behind me, and something hooking against my butt. It's Russell, and his c**k is rock hard. I turn to face him.

“Are we going to act like nothing happened yesterday? Like I didn't watch you finger yourself calling out my name?”

“I…”

“Why? Why my name?” he interrupts.

“I…um, can we not talk about this now?”

How do I explain to my father-in-law that in the last two years of my marriage to his son, we only had s*x once? And I occasionally come here whenever he invites a girl over to f**k her. How do I tell him that I am never able to satisfy myself when I f**k my p***y with my finger? How do I tell him that I am currently here because his son is about f**k someone else again?

“If you will pleasure yourself with my name, I might as well know why” he frowns, his dark eyes piercing through mine, his juicy lips staring at me, wanting an answer from me. I can't fight his intimidating demeanor.

“Nic and I have only had s*x once in the last two years, he f****d a dry p***y because he wasn't able to get me wet. He didn't enjoy f*****g me, and it was tragic for me, and…” I stutter. The part’s harder, and embarrassing. But if I want some memorable s*x out of this, I might as well sound as pathetic as I can, to get revenge. “Now, he brings in multiple ladies to f**k in our home, he sends me here when that's about to happen.”

“Wait! What!?” His serious tone startled the s**t out of me. “My son did all of this?”

“I’ve told you, can we not talk about this now? I'm too asham…”

“Shush!” he shuts me up with his index finger on my lips.

“You're old enough now, to know what you want and what you don't want. You know right from wrong.” He moves closer, filling up the space between us. I can feel his rock-hard c**k on my belly. “You pleasured yourself with my name last night, and I see the way you look at the bulge of my c**k from this towel” He lifts me onto the counter, putting us at nearly the same height. He takes my right hand, leads it down to his c**k.

“I know you want revenge, and you want to use me for it…aaand maybe you just want to f**k me. But…” His voice is low and raspy, as if whispering “Are you really ready to handle this?” he says with a barely banked heat in his gaze, flaring hotter by the second.

I pause for a second, feeling his c**k properly, rubbing it circularly with my fingers. “Yes…” I take a gulp, my heart pounding like crazy. I'm shaking like a leaf. “Yes, I can."

Yes, I want him to ruin me. Now this can definitely count as revenge. But if this switches to revenge, I don't think I will stop anytime soon.

He doesn't respond. He's looking at me in the way I've been fantasizing about, like he has a million things he wants to do to my body, but he hasn't decided where to start from.

“f**k, I love risky acts” he leans in. He's breathing so hard, I can feel his breath touching my skin. “Of course, I am Russell Wood, I can get away with anything. f*****g my son's wife is too freaking sexy, it makes me want to ruin you just thinking about it” He cups my chin with his hand, then he begins to trail down, he pauses at my tit, he squeezes it —so hard, I make a panicked whimper, he releases me, and continues to trail down to my belly, he slips his fingers through my shorts, and makes his way to my c**t.

“f**k!....” He scoffs, leaning into my ear. “I'm just getting started, and I just did what your husband has not been able to do for two years,” he whispers, with his deadly raspy voice, that made me this wet in the first place. I can feel my body jolting just from hearing his voice in my ear.

“You're wet for me little Lili,” he adds.

“I am not a child anymore,” I argue, making him brush his fingers through my wet entrance. f**k! That feels good. But I still have to remain composed. If arguing with him will make him do more of that, then I can do that all day.

“You are still like a daughter to me, little Lili,” he groans into my ear. Again. f**k, he's torturing me like this. I can fuckin feel my wetness, as he continues to brush my p***y with his fingers, moving back and forth, from entrance to c**t, and vice versa. He’s breathing heavily into my ear. f**k! I want him to bend me over and f**k me like an animal already!

“Should I call you Daddy, then?” I whisper shakily. He goes still, as if hearing me say that did something to him. “Hmm…” he groans, pushing a finger into my wet entrance. “Ah…” I moan, arching my back slightly. I have finger f****d myself countless times, but this… this feels different. This level of pleasure is sending me to cloud nine. I wrap my arm around

His shoulders, ready to receive more.

“Call me that again if you dare."