I'm all yours daddy

An Erotica Collection

Isabella's POV

Richard came into our lives like a thunderstorm, unexpected, and impossible to ignore. He was the man who married my mom 3 years after my father's death. He was too beautiful for a man. Broad shoulders, chiseled abs, a tattooed body, and a perfect jaw not only that, but he was huge down below. I told myself I hated him, but the truth was darker. I felt something I shouldn’t have from the first moment his eyes met mine, something dangerous and magnetic. Now, every time I hear his voice in the house, every time his cologne lingers in the hallway, I remember the messages from my secret online Dom, the man who made me confess my every hidden desire. And I can’t help wondering if they were always the same person.

I lay there in the dim glow of my bedroom, the clock on my nightstand ticking softly toward midnight. My heart raced every night around this time, knowing what was coming. Or rather, who was coming. My stepdad, Richard—Daddy, as I called him in these secret moments had made it a ritual. Mom would be fast asleep downstairs, her snores muffled through the walls, oblivious to the world. And he'd slip into my room like a shadow, his presence filling the air with that intoxicating mix of cologne and forbidden desire.

Tonight was no different. I heard the faint creak of the floorboards in the hallway, and my pussy clenched in anticipation. I was already wet, just thinking about him ( My stepdad ). The sheets felt too warm against my skin, my thin nightgown riding up my thighs as I shifted, pretending to be asleep but leaving the door unlocked as always. He liked the game, the pretense that he was catching me off guard.

The door opened with a soft click, and there he was, silhouetted in the doorway. Tall, broad-shouldered, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the chest hair I loved running my fingers through. He closed the door behind him, locking it with a deliberate turn that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Isabella," he whispered, his voice low and husky, like gravel wrapped in velvet. "You awake, baby girl?"

I didn't answer right away, letting the tension build. My eyes fluttered open, feigning surprise. "Daddy? What are you doing here?" I murmured, sitting up slowly, the strap of my nightgown slipping off one shoulder to reveal the curve of my breast.

He chuckled, that deep, rumbling sound that made my core throb. He crossed the room in two strides, sitting on the edge of my bed. His hand reached out, tracing a finger along my exposed skin. "Couldn't sleep. I thought I'd check on my favorite girl." His eyes darkened as they roamed over me, hungry. "You look so damn innocent like this. But we both know you're not, do we?"

I bit my lip, feeling the heat pool between my legs. "Mom's asleep, right? She won't hear us?"

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "She's out cold, princess. Took her meds like clockwork. We've got all night if we want." His hand slid up my thigh, pushing the nightgown higher. "But tell me, Isabella, do you want me here? Or should I go back to my cold bed?"

I gasped as his fingers brushed the edge of my panties, already damp with my arousal. "No, Daddy, don't go. I... I need you." My voice was breathy, pleading. It wasn't an act; I craved him like air. Ever since that first time, months ago, when he'd caught me touching myself and offered to "help," I'd been hooked. His cock was thick, and perfect, filling me in ways no boy my age ever could.

He smirked, his thumb circling my clit through the fabric. "That's my girl. Always so eager. But let's talk first. I like hearing your voice, how it shakes when you're turned on." He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Tell me about your day. Did those college boys hit on you again?"

I squirmed under his touch, wanting more but knowing he loved drawing it out. "Yeah, a couple tried. But they're nothing like you, Daddy. They're clumsy and immature. I just smiled and walked away, thinking about how you'd handle them if you knew."

He laughed softly, his hand pausing to squeeze my thigh. "Good girl. You know you're mine. No one else gets to touch this sweet pussy." He slipped a finger under the elastic, dipping into my wetness. "Fuck, you're soaked already. Been thinking about me all day?"

"Every minute," I confessed, my hips bucking toward his hand. "I saw you leaving for work this morning, looking so sharp in that suit. I Imagined you bending me over the kitchen table before Mom woke up."

His eyes flashed with lust. "Naughty thoughts, Isabella. But I like them. Tell me more. What would you do if I did that? Right there, with her in the next room?"

I'd moan, spreading my legs wider as he teased me. "I'd beg for your cock, Daddy. Whisper how much I want you to fuck me hard, and make me yours. I'd be quiet at first, but you'd make it so good I'd have to bite my lip to keep me from screaming."

He groaned, shifting closer, his free hand cupping my breast, thumbing my nipple until it hardened. "God, you drive me crazy. Your mom's a good woman, but she doesn't get me like you do. She doesn't make me this hard." He guided my hand to his crotch, where his erection strained against his pants. "Feel that? That's all for you."

I stroked him through the fabric, feeling the heat and girth. "It's so big, Daddy. I love how it feels inside me, stretching my pussy." My voice was husky now, the words tumbling out as he fingered me slowly, building the ache.

"But we have to be careful," he said, his tone turning serious for a moment, though his fingers didn't stop. "She suspects nothing, and I want to keep it that way. For now."

I nodded, but inside, a dark thought flickered. Mom. Always in the way. If she weren't here... No, I pushed it aside, focusing on him. "I know. But sometimes I wish... never mind."

He raised an eyebrow, pulling his hand away just enough to make me whine. "Wish what, baby? Tell Daddy everything."

I hesitated, then leaned in, whispering against his lips. "Wish it was just us. No sneaking around. You could fuck me whenever you want, loud as we like."

He kissed me then, deep and possessive, his tongue claiming my mouth. "Mmm, tempting. But let's not talk about that now. I need to taste you first." He pushed me back onto the pillows, hooking his fingers in my panties and sliding them down. "Spread those legs for me, Isabella. Let Daddy see how wet you are."

I obeyed, my pussy exposed and glistening in the low light. "Like this, Daddy?"

"Perfect," he growled, lowering his head. But before his mouth touched me, he paused, looking up. "Say it. Tell me you're all mine."

"I'm all yours, Daddy," I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair.

And then his tongue flicked out, lapping at my folds, and the world narrowed to just us. Conversation melted into moans, but the words we'd shared lingered, fueling the fire. Little did he know, my wishes were turning into plans. Mom wouldn't be in the way forever.