Chapter 3 (18+)

“Who said I’m done with you already?” Oliver questioned with a deadly smirk on his face.

Isabella looked at him with frowns and confusion. She was trying to process the hidden meaning behind his words. “He isn't done with me yet! What's that supposed to mean by the way? He is still a complete stranger to me and I fucking am not familiar with his dictionary. But honestly I don't feel he is going to fuck me when he just fucked my mother a few minutes back. He might just want some pleasure or he is trying to figure out what's in my mind. He had nothing else to offer.”

She was completely lost in her thoughts, trying her best to read him when she heard his authoritative tone, sending chills down her spine. 

“Turn around for me,. baby girl.” 

Isabella was not in a state to disobey Oliver's demand. She silently followed his instruction and the anticipation of his next move made her shiver. Her palms were sweaty. She was totally hot and ready for the man, standing a few feet away from her. 

Oliver harshly pulled her legs apart and Isabella's pussy was open and on display for him. He could see her liquid, flowing down her inner thighs and wetting the bed cover. A smirk appeared on his face, looking at her. 

He gently brushed his forefinger over her wetness, teasing her as well as testing her patience. Isabella shuddered even with the mere touch of a second along with a whimper. 

“Ummm….”

“How do you feel exactly, Bella?” Oliver nuzzled his nose in her neck. 

Isabella was already breathing heavily. She gasped when he gave a hickey to her all of a sudden, moaning his name. 

“I need your words, baby girl. You’ll have to tell me what's on your mind.” 

She could feel his lips curling into a smirk over her bare skin. She finally decided to speak up, having had enough of his torture. She couldn't stand them anymore, not that she didn't enjoy his touches. But she needed more. 

“Arghhh…. Oliverrr…. I…. I need you… You…. I need… need you inside me.” Isabella managed to complete her words with great difficulty. Oliver's hands were tracing her bare skin and teasing there continuously, making her shudder while speaking each word. 

“That's like a good baby girl!” Oliver patted Isabella's cheeks.

Then she felt his weight moving away from her. As he got away, she immediately started to miss his warmth. All of a sudden, it felt cold even in that perfectly balanced temperature. 

Isabella heard the sound of Oliver throwing his trousers off and the bed dipping under his weight the next second. Then he turned to face him again and before she knew anything he slapped her breast.

“Ahhh…. Oliverrr….”

She feared everyone might have heard her scream, if the rooms were not made soundproof. Oliver's smirk only grew wider. As her both breasts jiggled with the force, Isabella flushed as well. 

“Are you willing to take whatever I give you, baby girl?” Oliver raised his eyebrows while a mischievous grin appeared on his face. 

Isabella nodded quickly. She was ready to take anything. She was extremely hot and completely turned on. Oliver smirked and quirky positioned himself at her entrance, moving it up and down over her wetness but didn't enter her. Isabella shivered every time he did that. She felt weak and her breaths were going uneven due to his continuous tortures. 

“How bad do you need it?” He asked, sliding his finger from her forehead, down to the valley between her breasts, then to her stomach. 

Isabella arched her back. “Ma… Oliver… Please…” She begged for him. 

She noticed Oliver's eyes turning dark. He gripped her hair and pulled her head up, looking directly into her eyes. “Dare you call me by my name again. It's daddy for you, baby girl.”

Oliver's husky low dominating tone sent a chill down Isabella's spine. Then he entered his two fingers inside her all of a sudden. 

“Ahhh…. Fuckkk….” 

“Do you understand?” He asked once again in his commanding tone.

“Ye.. Yess… Daddy!” Isabella couldn't help moaning.

“So obedient, baby girl!” 

Oliver smirked and thrust inside her without wasting a single second. It was hard and brutal. Isabella felt she was ripped into pieces. A loud scream escaped her lips. 

“Ahhhh…. Goddd….”

“Take it like a good girl.” 

He kept thrusting her hard while his grip loosened on her hair but his assault on her sensitive buds continued. 

“You're so wet and tight for me, baby girl.” Oliver gave another hickey on her neck. 

Isabella tried her best to control her moans as he fucked her too hard but it seemed impossible to her. Loud moans escaped her lips as she felt his manhood inside her. 

“Ahhh… Plssss…. Ummm….. Ahhh… Daddy….” She curled her toes and her nails scratched his back, leaving marks. 

“Yes, baby girl. What's it?” He asked but didn't stop even for a while. 

Isabella's whole body jerked up and down with each thrust. He was going on too fast. 

“Slow… Please… slow down…” 

Oliver smirked and slapped her ass with both hands. “Only I’ll decide what to do. You can't do that.” He pinched her nipples, making her scream her lungs out. Her body tensed, feeling the sudden pain. He also realized she was on the verge of coming. “You're not allowed to cum without my permission. Do you understand?” 

“Bu… But… I'm close…” Isabella breathed heavily, feeling lightheaded as he slammed into me from behind.

Oliver spanked her ass once again. “What did I say, baby girl? You need to follow my orders.” Then he bent down and took her nipples between his teeth and pulled them before moving near her ear. “Show me that you can be a good girl.” 

He pulled out when he neared his orgasm, spilling his sperm all over her ass cheeks until the last drop. He finally released her ass and dragged up his pants. Their heavy breaths still lingered in the air. 

“I would love to continue it and have some more fun with you. The night is almost over, so the game needs to pause now but it's certainly not the end.” Oliver traced his forefinger over her bare body, making her shiver. 

Isabella looked at him, then checked the time. She realized it was actually late. That's when reality hit her. 

“Yeah…” She responded. 

Then none of them responded for a while but they kept gazing at each other. 

Isabella wondered how she should give him a goodbye for the next few hours before she saw him again. She wondered if she should kiss him and begin another mind-blowing session. Even though they finished just now, she wanted him once again. 

But nothing like that happened. It was Oliver who took the charge once again. He kissed her aggressively for the last time before he walked away, leaving a panting Isabella behind. 

NEXT   MORNING

Isabella groaned as her peaceful slumber broke with the annoying ringtone of her mobile. She tapped her hands a few times before she found her phone. She looked at the screen and found her best friend, Alice calling her and it was only 8 in the morning. 

She groaned once again, thinking why she was calling her so early. She tapped the green icon with an annoying face. 

“What's fucking you so early this morning?” 

Alice ignored her words. “Bella, please don't tell me you're still in bed!” 

Isabella closed her eyes once again, inhaling slow breaths, trying to relax her mind from the inappropriate thoughts lingering early this morning. A shiver ran down her spine.

“Are you there, Bella, or are you asleep again?” 

“I’m here only, Lish.” 

“That's great.” Alisha mumbled sarcastically. “By the way, how is your novel moving ahead?” 

Isabella slept on her back and let out a sigh. “Not great at all. I can't think of any idea.”

“You need a muse, darling.” Then she thought for a while before she started in her raspy tone. “I guess your sexy step father can be a great inspiration.” 

Isabella's eyes immediately went wide hearing her words. She showed Alisha Oliver's picture and she was always gushing over him. She couldn't blame Alisha for that. 

She herself had formed an immediate liking or attraction more precisely for him but she couldn't tell that to Alisha. She also couldn't share the recent development with Oliver to Alisha. She surely couldn't tell her that she was laid by her step father on the very first day she met him. 

“Shut up, Lish! Don’t forget he is married to my mother.” 

“So what? He's young and hot and I’m just giving you a suggestion.” 

Something hit Isabella's mind with Alisha's words. It's certainly not the creepy part about writing a romance about her own step father even when she was having one for real though she was still unsure about their actual equation. But the idea of a forbidden love story between a stepfather and stepdaughter, that could be the dark twist her story needed.

“Though you utter nonsense most of the time but I guess you just gave me an idea, Lush. That’s so unlike you.” 

Alisha royally ignored the taunt in Isabella’s tone and picked up the other part. “Really! What’s that by the way?”

“A forbidden love story in a small town.”

“I told you, your step father is very useful.” 

Isabella rolled her eyes, getting the spark of excitement in Alisha’s voice. She had to accept that inspiration could come from the most unlikely places.

“If you’re done for today, then hang up the call. I’ve tons of things left to complete,” 

“Bella, I really wonder what you must be doing around such a sexy man, also you’re eager to hang up. Anyways, I won’t drag the conversation now as I need to see someone regarding an interview. Bye.”

“Best of luck for the interview, Lish. Bye.” 

After freshening up, Isabella decided to write a few lines of her novel before starting the day. She inhaled a deep breath and tried to focus on the screen in front of her. Her fingers remained idle on the keyboard. But she let her imagination run wild, conjuring up a sizzling, forbidden encounter between the characters in her story. The air grew thick with anticipation as she finally began to type.

Her imaginations were getting invaded again and again by Oliver’s thoughts. She paused, realizing the direction her story was taking. Instead of focusing on the development of her book, the thought of her step father took over her consciousness. Isabella’s cheeks turned red as the images of Oliver’s sharp jawline and intense gaze flashed through her mind. 

Isabella shook her head, attempting to remove the distracting dirty thoughts. She couldn’t let her personal life mix with her writing. She had to put her imagination in the correct place. 

She bit her lower lip unconsciously and slipped her hand inside her shorts, while her other hand found her way to her nipples. She rolled them between her fingers and twisted them, making whimper. She got back to her consciousness and fixed her dress. 

Isabella stepped out from her room and reached downstairs. Surprisingly, she didn’t see her mother since last night. As she reached the backside of the house, she was rooted at her place, catching the glimpse of Oliver. He was standing by the pool, shirtless. His skin gleamed under the sun and Isabella’s breath hitched in her throat. 

“Holy fuck! He is so fucking charming!” She gulped, trying to think straight. Isabella surely had been around handsome guys and she never lacked to grab their attention but Oliver was different. She inhaled a deep breath and walked closer to him. “Daddy….” She mouthed in a barely audible voice. 

Oliver turned back with a breathtaking smile. “Hey, baby girl…” His voice was deep and sensual like always. “I hope you had a nice sleep last night?” 

“Yeah!” It came out like a mere whisper. 

Oliver chuckled. “Would you like to join me for a swim?”

Isabella thought for a while before nodding her head. 

“Then go and change, baby girl. Join me. I was getting bored alone anyway,” 

“In the pool… With my step father… And he is shirtless… And he is fucking sexy…” These thoughts never left her mind as she went back to her room with a trembling heart.