All Chapters of All For You, Daddy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Stretching out on the cot, I think about how I got to this point and what this might mean. I close my eyes and think about home, wishing for sunshine and the smell of salt. Praying for the day when I can feel the sand under my feet again and the wind of my island around me.My mother was from the Philippines and came to Hawaii as a small child. Her family was poor, but when she was old enough she began to work in a restaurant to make extra money. She cleaned tables and washed dishes until she was old enough to cook, then eventually she took over the kitchen. That’s how she met my dad. He was born in Molokai and came to Lanai for work. He was asked to deliver supplies to a restaurant one day, and that’s when he saw her. He told me that with one look he knew, even though he’d never spoken a word to her.They were married soon after and had me almost exactly nine months later. My parents didn’t have much, but they gave me everything that mattered: a safe home filled with love and an educ

If I’m going to die for being at this table with Phoenix, I might as well do the things I want with her while I’m at it. She throws a quick glance around the room, but no one is watching. We’re in the corner away from the view of the guards, in the same spot where I protected her. I kept her safe from everyone else. Now there’s no one to keep her safe from me.“Don’t look at them,” I say, my voice rough. “Keep your eyes on me.” She does as I say, her soft brown eyes coming to meet mine.With one hand I hold her wrist, and with the other I unfasten the front of my jumpsuit. I watch her eyes dilate as I pull my cock out and bring her hand to it. Her mouth opens as her fingers test the length and girth. She can’t see it under the table, but she gasps when she finally finds the end of it.“Yusef,” she says softly and squeezes my cock.“Stroke it up and down,” I tell her, widening my knees. “It won’t take long.”Having a private cell has a lot of advantages, but the main one is that I can

When I exit my room, a guard trails behind me, and I make my way to the front of the house. I find Carlos standing in the entryway when I come down the stairs, and I force a smile onto my face.“Carlos,” I say by way of a greeting.“Phoenix.” He pulls me in and kisses me on my cheek. “You look lovely as always.”It’s a fight not to reach up and wipe my cheek where he left his kiss. “Thank you. Would you care for some coffee or tea?”“Coffee sounds good.” He gives me a small smile.Carlos is handsome, and he’s always been nice too. I think he will make someone a good husband one day, but it won’t be me. There’s no spark or passion between us, and that’s what I truly want. Reaching up, I touch my necklace, thinking of the love my parents had for each other as he follows me into the kitchen. I’m not willing to settle for anything less.His family is close to ours, and they’ve been here several times. Instead of taking coffee in the formal sitting room, we choose the kitchen for a more ca

“Yusef?”He responds to me with a kiss as his mouth comes down and claims mine. I want to cry with joy that this is happening, but I’m too lost as his hands tangle in my hair. He pulls me tight against his hard body as his tongue slips past my lips. He’s taking what he wants without question, and I open my mouth wider. I want him to have everything he wants and every part of me he desires. I want to be the vessel he uses for pleasure.“Did you do as I asked?” He doesn't wait for me to answer as he lets go of my waist and slides his hand under my skirt. His hand cups my bare pussy, and I gasp as he gives it a little squeeze.“Yes,” I say, my breath caught in my throat. “Always.” He grinds his erection into my stomach as his hand in my hair pulls my head back. He runs his tongue along my neck and chin, making me whimper with need. Holy shit, he’s like an animal, and I don’t want him to stop.“Good girl.”His hand leaves my sex, and I want to cry, but then he flicks a switch and floods t

I trail the pink ribbon behind me as I walk down the hallway. Tiger bounces around behind me, trying to pounce on it, and it makes me laugh. I scoop him up when I get to the stairs and carry him down before putting him back on his feet to chase the ribbon again.“I figured you’d show up.” Margaret smiles as she uses the spatula to lift the cookies off the tray and put them on the cooling rack. I go for one, and she warns me like a mother hen, “Careful.”“I love when you make cookies. It makes the house smell wonderful and gives it a homey feeling.” That’s not here much anymore, and I’m not sure if it’s ever going to come back.I’m actually starting to hate this place more and more every day. I don’t know if it’s out of resentment because I’ve been kept here alone, or because it’s missing the magic of my mother.“You’ve been moping around, so I had to do something.” She points at one of the cookies, letting me know it’s okay to pick up.I take a bite and think that last week I would ha