Pleasuring my dad's best friend
"Come for daddy, little Ellie."
Those words from my dad's best friend, were my undoing. I lusted over this man for years and he never noticed me. To him, I was just the naive, annoying daughter of his best friend. I devised a perfect plan to get him to fuck me. Not long, the truth was revealed. Would it be the end of the fire between us? And what happens when my dad and the rest of the world finds out about us?
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Chapter 3
ELIANA'S POV
I paced back and forth in my room the next morning, contemplating if I should go ahead with this. I mean, he didn't recognize me and I don't have to worry about being rejected. I made up my mind. I had to accept his proposal.
"Eliana, darling, I brought you some ginger tea for your stomach." My aunt announced as she walked in. "The maid, Solidad told me you didn't want to be disturbed last night so I let you sleep. How are you feeling now?"
"Thanks aunt. I'm fine now." I replied. I took the cup of ginger tea from her and drank it.
"Eli, you should be in bed. Just because you feel better doesn't mean you're better already." She directed me to bed and made me sit.
The second I sat, I winced. I was still really sore from last night's adventure with my dad's best friend. "You see, Eli? You're not fine yet. Should I call the doctor?" My aunt asked, obviously worried. If only she knew what was really wrong with me.
"Aunt, I'm fine." I got up, gave her a kiss and headed out. "I'll be back before you know it!"
Scott said 12 noon but I couldn't wait that long. I stopped by a restaurant to get some food. I knew my aunt would feed me something terrible for my stomach's sake so I didn't bother eating at home. I got my order and sat down to eat.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the brat chasing after my boyfriend like a whore!" The familiar voice said with spite.
"Vicenta, I have no time for your nonsense. You know I have nothing to do with your ridiculous boyfriend." I bit back in anger, insulted by her silly claims.
"How dare you?! Girls, teach her a lesson." The girls with her immediately moved to do her bidding. I can't possibly fight them all.
"Come any closer and you'll get hot gravy in your eyes, trust me." I warned them, backing up my claim with a little bit of action and anger. I grabbed the gravy tight, threatening to pour it on whoever dares to come any closer.
I don't know why they enjoy picking up on me. They were either dumping stuff on me or spreading lies but not today, not when I have an important meeting-a meeting with the man I've always wanted.
They got scared by my rage and threat and hurried back to their table. Once I was certain they weren't going to try shit, I walked out of the restaurant since I'd already paid.
I got to Scott's company. I had never been inside it. I've come here a few times, hoping to get a glimpse of him but never got in.
"Good morning, I'm here to see Mr. Scott." I greeted the receptionist.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No I-"
"Then I'm sorry I cannot help you." She cut me off before I could explain.
"He asked me to be here."
"We hear that all the time." She mumbled, staring at me from head to toe. I don't blame her. I was wearing a tank top and ripped jeans. My stomach was exposed and I probably looked like hell after depriving myself of sleep.
I remembered the card he had given me. I quickly dialed his number. Surprisingly, he answered at the first ring. "Mr. Scott, I've made up my mind. I'm currently at Blackwell's digitals but I don't know the way to your office and the receptionist won't help with that."
"Wait there, someone will bring you up now...What's your name?"
"Marie! Uhmmm...Marie Thorn." I had almost forgotten the fake name I'd chosen.
"Alright Marie, I'm sending someone to get you now."
In no time, a female came over to the reception. "You must be Marie Thorn..." She inquired.
"Yes, yes."
"Follow me."
I followed immediately. We took the elevator and soon we were at Scott's office. I didn't know if I could go in or if I had to wait outside. "Go in, Miss Marie, my Boss is expecting you."
"Thank you." I whispered. It was like she knew exactly what was in my head.
I opened the door and walked in. He looked so serious, composed. For some reason, I felt shy and small. I just stood there waiting for his order.
"Lock the door and come here." The order was said in a soft but serious tone. I obeyed without batting an eye. When I got close to him, he pulled me onto his laps, I could feel his bulge next to my sore pussy. My eyes widened. Was he always rock hard?
"For you baby, for you." His response made me wonder if I had asked that question aloud. "How's that little pussy feeling?"
"Fine. Just a little sore."
"You know, you just had to tell me to stop and I would have. I was too rough last night and you said nothing."
"That's exactly how I like it, daddy." I whispered against his lips. His lips caught mine in a kiss, not rushed but slow and passionate as his hands roamed over my body. I wanted him, right there, that very minute. I wanted him to take me again.
Moving my hips back and forth against his already hard cock, trapped in the confinement of his pants, I whispered: "Fuck me in your office."
He pulled back, a smile on his lips. "Always ready. I like that, baby." He gave me a quick kiss and said: "Not now."
"Please Daddy, I want you-i need you." I pleaded as I rocked my hips against his.
"You will have me tonight, I promise."
"Okay, daddy." My disappointment was obvious in my voice.
"Good girl. For now, sign this."
"What's that?"
"An agreement. You'll be exclusively mine, you'll grant me freedom to do whatever I want to do to that lovely pussy and body of yours?" He explained, his eyes focused on me. His hands caressed me through my clothes, moving them until he got to my jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped it and slipped his hand into my pants. "Do you accept, Marie?" His fingers played with my clit as he spelled out every word. I was so fucking wet. He slipped two fingers inside me and moaned.
"Tell me, baby, do you want this as much as I do?" The words were whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"Yes, Daddy... I want this too."
"Good girl. Put your name here and sign." I did that immediately. "Prepare tonight, I'll send my driver to come pick you up."
"Yes daddy!"
"Later little pussy. Now go before I fuck that sweet ass of yours. I'll call you later.
I hurriedly left the office in excitement. Everything was going better than I had planned. I had just signed a contract, making me my dad's best friend's plaything!
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9.6
When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend's cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy.
The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood.
One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly.
One night. One opportunity.
The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image,
But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne's but Edric's.
In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay.
Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations.
All on the demand that she will be all Zayne's. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child's life– all shall belong to him.
Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she 'should' be his.
When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard.
But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?
8.2
A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.
8.0
My father gave me an ultimatum: marry a man I despise or lose my entire inheritance. I chose to run, boarding a private jet with no intention of looking back.
But his reach is absolute. The phone buzzed before we even left New York airspace.
"Send me a picture with Sterling now," his voice barked, "or I'm calling your pilot to turn that jet around."
I faked the photo and fled to Las Vegas, my last resort. My mission was simple: find my father's illegitimate son, the one secret that could break his hold over me.
My only lead was a grainy picture of a ruthless fixer, a man who cleaned up my father's messes. I found him in a desolate diner, a giant of a man surrounded by a wall of guards.
I gambled everything on a single coin toss for the information I needed. He saw right through my desperate bluff.
He leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.
"In my city, the house always wins."
I was left standing there, humiliated and defeated. But as he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder.
"But you're lucky. Today, I'm just curious what Howard Bright's daughter is doing so far from home."
He had seen me not as a threat, but as a curiosity. I had lost the battle, but I wasn't done yet. I was no longer running. I was hunting.
9.0
For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure.
Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in.
The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her."
They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars.
I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm.
They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out.
I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power.
7.8
I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming.
Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped.
"I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?"
He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building.
My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die.
I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose.
I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit.
"Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession.
I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York.
7.4
Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world.
Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man.
He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river.
The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her.
"She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing."
As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold?
No. She remembered her grandfather's strict survival lessons. Forcing her heavy eyes open, she grabbed her terrified tiger mate's hand. She didn't need their failing magic; she had science.
"I need specific plants to live. I need white willow bark. And a spicy, ginger-like root."
She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.