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 6
Scott's POV
"Nothing, dad. I was on my way to the art studio and slipped and fell." Eliana said. Damn she's so good at lying. Jack rushed over to us to see if she was hurt.
"Eliana, you need to be more careful! What if you fall and hit your head or something? You should-"
"I should stop burying my head in my phone, I know, Dad, I know." Eliana completed Jack's sentence with a smile. It was obviously something he told her often. Seeing the bond between them, how my friend sees his Eliana as his little princess, hurts me even more.
"Come on, Scott, this way we have to get her to her room. It looks like she hurt her head and her ankle." Jack ushered me towards Eliana's room. It felt weird holding her body this close, after all we've done together. Stealing a glance at her, I caught her staring at me, smiling. She immediately turned away when she caught me looking.
Jack stopped at a door and opened it. It was Eliana's room. It looked girly- just how the room of a girl her age should look. I carried her over to her bed. She hurriedly hid something, not before I caught a glimpse of what it was. It was a photo of me.
"Dad, can you help me get Aunt? I need one of those healing teas."
"Sure. I'll be right back." Jack hurried out of the room. I turned to leave as well but she held me back.
"I got my dad to leave so it's just two of us." She said with a smile. As if I care about being alone with her. She's crazy- crazy in bed too. Lord! Something was definitely wrong with me. Who was I kidding? I would never look at Eli as that little girl anymore but as the woman I had a wild fuck with...the woman I still want to fuck. This wasn't right, I have to keep my distance.
"Too bad Eliana, the last thing I want to do is spend time alone with you." I said as I pulled away from her and continued on my way to the door.
"Is it because you're afraid you would not be able to stop yourself from having sex with me again?"
"No, I could never have sex with you, never." Although I spoke the words, my body said something different. She was right, I couldn't be close to her another minute, I could end up doing something we'd both regret.
"You already have, Mr. Scott, and you fucked me real good." She said, getting off the bed and walking towards me.
"I see you are very good at what you do-lying. Have you thought of earning from this talent of yours?" She stopped immediately at my remark. Good, it seems she forgot her own lie.
"Are you so scared of my dad finding out about us?" Eliana asked in a soft voice.
"yes." I admitted shamelessly. Truth is, if I could go back in time, I would never have spoken to her, let alone have sex with her. She nodded her understanding.
"What if I tell him about us?"
At those words, I rushed over to her, gripping her arms painfully and shaking her. Hopefully, some sense is shaken into her. "You wouldn't dare! Are you trying to threaten me? Was that supposed to be a threat, huh?!"
"Let go of me, Scott, you're hurting." She said weakly. I immediately let go of her. Brushing my hands through my hair, I took in deep breaths to put myself back together. "It's Mr. Scott to you, you hear me?" She nodded her agreement. I glanced at her one more time and walked out of the room.
On my way out, I heard her say: "You can't run from me forever, Mr. Scott." Maybe not forever but for as long as it'll take to get rid of these feelings.
Eliana's Pov
My new found skill-lying, keeps coming through for me. I got my dad and Mr. Scott to believe I was badly hurt. Mr. Scott carried me to my room, I only wished it was for a different reason altogether.
"I see you are very good at what you do-lying. Have you thought of earning from this talent of yours?" Every word said with disgust. I was actually happy about lying skills for a second but now, I feel disgusted. Was all of this worth it?
I can not give up now, not after tasting victory. I can not force him into accepting this thing between us but I can give him a little push. I smiled as I watched him walk out on me.
"You can't run from me forever, Mr. Scott." He paused a bit then continued on his way. Even if he tried, he'd never be able to stay away from me, I'll make sure of it.
Touching and pressing myself against Scott, 'Mr. Scott' had made me so horny. I'd anticipated sex with him but that won't be possible. There's only one solution to this-my fingers and my imagination and maybe a vibrator.
"Eliana, are you alright? Your dad told me-"
"I'm fine, aunt. I just wanted to get dad to stop fussing over me so I asked him to go get you...sorry." I assured her.
After fussing over me, making sure I was okay, she left me. I went into my bathroom, started the bath. After taking off my clothes, I stood in front of a mirror. A soft smile spread across my lips.
I massaged my breasts with my hands, caressing and squeezing, wishing it was Scott's hands on my boobs. Oh what it would feel like to have him in here with me, fucking me in front of the mirror while we both watched. A soft moan escaped my lips.
Walking over to the bathtub, I got in, letting the warm water caress my skin. The scented soap filled my nose. I continued with my ministration on my breasts with one hand as I slid one lower until my hands were on my clit. I massaged my clit gently. Soon I was lifting my hips, arching my back due to the intense pleasure my fingers were giving me.
I closed my eyes, imagining my fingers were Scott's. I increased the motion of my fingers on my fingers, I could feel the build up of pleasure. For sanity's sake, I slid two fingers into my pussy, pumping slowly and then increasing the pace until I was moaning with reckless abandon.
Every pump of my fingers into my pussy reminded me of Scott's dick pounding into my pussy. My moans grew louder, more frequent. I was close, so close. Taking the other hand from my breasts, I moved it to my clit, massaging faster while the fingers of the other hand pumped faster into my pussy till I was enveloped in the intensity of my climax.
I convulsed, as pleasure so great, rushed through my body and I came with one name on my lips, 'Scott.'
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.