On his command - My Father-in-law
Story :
“Rachel, can we talk for a moment?” His voice was low, almost hesitant, but there was an edge to it that made my skin prickle. I turned, my infant son still cradled in my arms, my blouse slightly undone from breastfeeding. My father-in-law stood in the doorway of the living room, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that I could no longer ignore.
“Of course,” I replied, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest. I shifted my son to my other arm, letting the fabric of my blouse slide just enough to expose a hint of skin. I had been playing this game for days now, and I wasn’t about to stop.
It had started innocently enough. My father-in-law had come to visit us in Boston for the summer, eager to spend time with his grandchildren. My husband, Vikram, was busy with work, and my daughter, Anika, was usually glued to her phone. That left me alone with the baby and my father-in-law more often than not.
At first, I hadn’t noticed. Or maybe I had, but I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it. The way his eyes would flicker toward me when I thought he wasn’t looking, the way he would quickly glance away when I caught him. It wasn’t until the second day that it became impossible to ignore. I was breastfeeding my son in the living room, the late afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, when I saw him watching me from the corner of my eye.
At first, I told myself it was a mistake. A coincidence. But the next day, it happened again. And the day after that.
Instead of feeling uncomfortable, I felt a strange thrill. It had been so long since anyone had looked at me that way—not since before the baby. Vikram had been too tired, too distracted. I had felt invisible in my own home. But now, there was a hunger in my father-in-law’s gaze that I couldn’t deny.
And so, I started to play along. I would adjust my position just so, letting the strap of my bra slip off my shoulder or the hem of my dress ride up my thigh. I would catch his eye and hold it for a moment before looking away, a small smile playing on my lips. It was a dangerous game, but I couldn’t help myself.
Now, as he stepped into the room, I could feel the tension between us thickening the air. He cleared his throat, his eyes darting to my exposed skin before he forced himself to look away.
“Is everything alright?” I asked innocently, bouncing my son gently in my arms.
“Yes, yes,” he said quickly, his voice strained. “I just… I wanted to thank you. For making me feel so welcome here.”
I tilted my head, letting a lock of hair fall across my face. “Of course. You’re family.”
He nodded, but his gaze kept drifting back to me, and I could see the conflict in his eyes—the desire battling with his sense of propriety. It was intoxicating.
“Is there something else?” I asked, my voice soft, almost teasing.
He hesitated, then took a step closer. “Rachel, I… I don’t know how to say this.”
I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for.
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and brushed a strand of hair from my face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I leaned into his touch, letting my eyelids flutter closed for a moment. When I opened them again, he was closer, his face just inches from mine.
“We shouldn’t…” he started to say, but I cut him off with a look.
“Why not?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “No one has to know.”
He hesitated for a moment longer, then leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a tentative kiss. It was chaste, almost innocent, but it sent a wave of heat through me. I kissed him back, deepening the contact, and felt him stiffen in surprise before he succumbed to the moment.
His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my blouse. My son stirred in my arms, letting out a small whimper, and I reluctantly pulled away.
“Not now,” I whispered, nodding toward the baby. “Later.”
He nodded, his eyes dark with desire, and I knew there was no turning back.
As I turned to leave the room, I could feel his eyes on me, burning into my back. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. I knew what would happen next, and I was ready.
The game had just begun. The next day.
The house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, like it was holding its breath. Anika was in her room, no doubt buried in her phone, and Vikram had passed out on the couch after a long day at work. The baby was asleep in his crib, his soft breaths the only sound in the night. My heart pounded as I stood in the hallway, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the silk robe tied loosely around my waist. The fabric was cool against my skin, smooth and luxurious, but it did nothing to calm the heat building inside me.
I glanced down the hall toward the guest room, where he was waiting. My father-in-law. The man who had been watching me with those hungry eyes, the one who had ignited something in me I hadn’t felt in years. I bit my lip, my breath quickening as I took the first step toward his door. Each step felt deliberate, like I was crossing a line I could never uncross. But I didn’t care. Not anymore.
When I reached his door, I paused, my hand hovering over the knob. What am I doing? The thought flickered in my mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the memory of his kiss earlier that day, the way his lips had claimed mine with such certainty. I didn’t knock. I didn’t need to. He was waiting for me.
I pushed the door open slowly, the hinges creaking softly in the silence. The room was dimly lit, the moonlight filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow over the bed. He was sitting on the edge, his shirt unbuttoned, his chest bare. His eyes lifted to meet mine, and the intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine.
“Rachel,” he said, his voice low and rough. God, the way he said my name.
I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. The click of the latch felt final, like sealing our fate. I stood there for a moment, my back pressed against the door, my heart racing as I looked at him. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just watched me, his eyes drinking me in, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
I reached for the tie of my robe, my fingers fumbling slightly as I undid the knot. The silk slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet in a whisper of fabric. I stood there, completely exposed, my skin prickling under his gaze. His eyes darkened, his lips parting as he took me in, and I felt a surge of power knowing I had this effect on him.
“Come here,” he said, his voice a command, a promise.
I obeyed, stepping toward him, my body humming with anticipation. When I was within reach, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down onto his lap. His hands were rough, his touch electric as they roamed over my skin, mapping every curve, every inch of me. His lips crashed into mine, and I melted into his kiss, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him back with everything I had.
His mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he nipped and sucked, leaving marks that would be hard to explain tomorrow. I moaned, tilting my head back to give him better access, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and the sensation sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he growled against my skin, his hands sliding down to grab my hips. “The way you’ve been teasing me—I couldn’t take it anymore.”
I smiled, a small, wicked smile, as I shifted against him, grinding my hips into his. “Good,” I whispered, my voice breathless. “That was the point.”
He growled again, his hands tightening on my hips as he flipped me onto the bed. I gasped, the sudden movement leaving me dizzy, but I didn’t have time to recover before he was on top of me, his body pinning me to the mattress. His hands were everywhere, his mouth burning a trail down my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipples before he took one into his mouth, sucking hard.
I arched into him, my hands clutching at the sheets as pleasure shot through me. He was relentless, his touch firm, his movements urgent, like he couldn’t get enough of me. And I didn’t want him to.
“I need you,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot, his voice thick with desire. “Now.”
I nodded, my body aching for him, for the connection I hadn’t realized I’d been craving. He positioned himself between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs as he pushed into me in one swift, delicious motion. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he filled me, the stretch and fullness sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.
He didn’t wait for me to adjust. He started moving, each thrust deep and purposeful, hitting spots inside me that made me see stars. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me with a ferocity I hadn’t expected. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.
“Yes,” I moaned, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Harder.”
He obliged, his hips snapping against mine, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His mouth found mine again, his kiss messy, desperate, our tongues tangling as we moved together. I could feel the heat building inside me, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained, his breath hot against my ear. “So fucking good.”
I could feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his grip on me tightening. I reached between us, my fingers finding my clit, and a few quick strokes were all it took to push me over the edge. I came with a cry, my body shattering around him, waves of pleasure washing over me as he continued to move inside me.
He wasn’t far behind. With a low growl, he buried himself deep, his body tensing as he found his release, his warmth spilling inside me. He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving, his breath hot against my skin. We lay there for a moment, tangled together, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Eventually, he rolled off me, pulling me into his arms. I nestled against his chest, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his hand stroking my hair as we lay there in silence.
But the silence didn’t last long. His hand slid down my back, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin, and I felt his hardness pressing against me again. I looked up at him, a question in my eyes, but he just smirked, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, “Round two?”
I felt his breath against my ear, his voice low and commanding as he whispered, “On your knees, Rachel, let me fuck you like this.” My heart skipped a beat as his hands gripped my hips, rolling me onto my stomach. The sheets were cool against my flushed skin, and I could feel the weight of him pressing against me, his hardness undeniable. I hesitated for a moment, the reality of what we were doing crashing over me like a wave. But then his fingers dug into my flesh, and I couldn’t deny the heat building between us.
I pushed myself up onto my knees, my elbows sinking into the mattress as I arched my back. His hands slid down to my ass, kneading the flesh with a possessive grip that sent shivers down my spine. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Just like that.”
I could feel him positioning himself behind me, the tip of him pressing against my entrance. My breath caught in my throat as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. “Fuck,” I gasped, my fingers clutching at the sheets as he bottomed out inside me. He paused for a moment, letting my body adjust to him, and then he started to move.
His thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His hands stayed on my hips, guiding me back onto him with every stroke. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, a rhythmic echo of our forbidden connection. “God, Rachel,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You feel so fucking good.”
I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter with every thrust. My fingers found my clit again, and I rubbed frantically, desperate for release. He noticed, and his hand slapped mine away, replacing it with his own. “Not yet,” he growled, his fingers working me with a skill that had me moaning. “You’re going to come when I say.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and I nodded, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his fingers matching the rhythm. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice dark and commanding. “Come for me, Rachel.”
His words were all it took. I shattered around him, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, his warmth spilling into me as he found his climax.
He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving, his breath hot against my back. We stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Eventually, he rolled off me, pulling me into his arms. I nestled against his chest, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his hand stroking my hair as we lay there in silence.
But the silence didn’t last long. His hand slid down my back, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin, and I felt his hardness pressing against me again. I looked up at him, a question in my eyes, but he just smirked, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, “Round three?”
I hesitated, the reality of what we were doing crashing over me again. But then his hand slid between my legs, his fingers finding me already wet and ready for him. “Say yes, Rachel,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You know you want it.”
I looked into his eyes, the hunger in them unmistakable. And then I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as he positioned himself over me again. His lips met mine in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a possessiveness that left me breathless. He broke the kiss, his eyes locked on mine as he murmured, “On your knees again, Rachel. Let me take you from behind one more time.”
I felt a thrill of excitement run through me as I obeyed, pushing myself up onto my knees again. His hands gripped my hips, and I felt the tip of him pressing against me once more. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. “Fuck,” I gasped, my fingers clutching at the sheets as he bottomed out inside me. He paused for a moment, letting my body adjust to him, and then he started to move.
His thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His hands stayed on my hips, guiding me back onto him with every stroke. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, a rhythmic echo of our forbidden connection. “God, Rachel,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You feel so fucking good.”
I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter with every thrust. My fingers found my clit again, and I rubbed frantically, desperate for release. He noticed, and his hand slapped mine away, replacing it with his own. “Not yet,” he growled, his fingers working me with a skill that had me moaning. “You’re going to come when I say.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and I nodded, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his fingers matching the rhythm. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice dark and commanding. “Come for me, Rachel.”
His words were all it took. I shattered around him, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He groaned, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, his warmth spilling into me as he found his climax.
He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving, his breath hot against my back. We stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Eventually, he rolled off me, pulling me into his arms. I nestled against his chest, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his hand stroking my hair as we lay there in silence.u
But the silence didn’t last long. His hand slid down my back, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin, and I felt his hardness pressing against me again. I looked up at him, a question in my eyes, but he just smirked, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, “Round four?”
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