All Chapters of All For You, Daddy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Bryant picks me up the next morning in an SUV with tinted windows.I step out of my studio and he's there. Waiting.It's not raining like it was yesterday when he left. The world is bathed in sunshine and there's a new texture to the air. It's easier to breathe, hold life in my lungs. I didn't realize I was so lonely before. I had my dollhouses and my inner monologue and I didn't need a single other thing, but when Bryant's body joined with mine yesterday, I was home.And I have no idea what to do about that.About him.As soon as I spot him outside my door, I'm elevated to a new state of awareness. Of my body. My breasts and belly and mouth. I'm rocked by the pattering in my chest that only grows louder when he slides off his sunglasses and looks at me. Simply looks. No smile. Just those blue eyes boring into mine, a greeting of souls. And everything inside of me rejoices at his presence. I'm not merely walking in his direction, I'm floating. I'm on an invisible cloud and my body doe

When the office door closes behind Bryant, it takes me a few minutes to fill my lungs again. They're totally depleted. That's what he does, that's what we seem to do together. Suck the oxygen straight out of the room. We're using every ounce of it to exist around each other under the weight of feeling. Of love."What am I going to do?" I whisper, swiping at my damp eyes.Turning in my chair, I look at his computer where it sits silently on his desk. No password engaged. Everything is right there. All I need to do is find some evidence that Bryant has been bleeding corporations dry financially so they will have no choice but to sell him their property in exchange for being bailed out of debt. Once I have that evidence, I'll finally be brought into the family fold. No longer on the outside.I stand up and approach his desk, sitting down carefully in the leather executive chair, still warm from his body. After several deep breaths, I begin going through his files. Long minutes pass while

I don't want to live anymore.I thought life was bleak and colorless before she came into the picture, but every minute without her now that I've breathed her air is unacceptable.A trial.I haven't been able to leave this office since she walked out of it, because I don't want to look at the outside world. Don't want to face it without her. Sabrina gave me a reason to live, she stole the loneliness and now that her life-affirming presence is gone, I'm depleted. I'm raw and miserable and I deserve every second of it.The hurt I caused her.She wasn't going to betray me. If I'd listened to my heart earlier, I would have known.She was so brave and incredible, standing up to her father, and what reward did I have to offer? A video of me defiling her. In the place she holds sacred, nonetheless. I'm a monster.I stare bleary-eyed at the computer screen, the words and numbers in a senseless jumble. It's the middle of the night. She left me three days ago and I've been working on this proje

Five Years LaterI walk up the stairs toward the bedroom I share with my wife.When I hear the sounds coming from the other side of the door, my lips curl into a smile. I've caught her in the act once again, have I?Careful not to make a sound, I elbow open the door and find Sabrina on the bed. She's lying sideways on her back, head turned to in the direction of the flat-screen television. A familiar video plays. One taken with my hidden phone five years earlier on the afternoon I took her virginity. The video started as something we never wanted to think about again. But after accidentally stumbling on it last year while clearing out storage on an old computer, Sabrina found it. She played it alone in our home office, expecting it to make her angry. Or sad.It turned her on, instead.Big time.Now I catch her watching it when she thinks I'm not home, her fingers busy in her panties, watching me pop her cherry on the television, my grunts and filthy words echoing in the confines of ou

“I don’t know how much longer you’re going to get our support,” Sam says from across the table but I just nod. “Yusef,” he tries again, and when the dark-haired girl looks away, I give him my attention.“We’ve been planning this for two years, Sam. I’m not stopping until it’s finished.”“I can’t give you much more time.”Glancing around the room, I clock the prisoners and who is getting a visitor. Every time I make a scan, my eyes go back to her. Phoenix Arizona. Daughter of Leo Arizona, the most powerful man in the world. You’d have to be living under a rock or be some boring investment banker to not know who she is. She’s the king's daughter, and the most powerful player in the game. One day she’ll be queen, but not until he hands over the crown.I’ve seen pictures of her before, but always from long distances and most of them when she was little. She’s grown into a woman since the trial, and I can see the god that gave her curves was generous. Her ass fills the seat and then some,