She’s my partner in crime – Part 3

The next morning, Lisha woke up with her body still humming from the night before. The memory of Jayaram’s fingers inside her, the way he had whispered her name. The possessive tenderness in his voice lingered in her mind like a forbidden dream.

She lay in bed for a moment, her heart racing as she thought about him. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom down the hall. The sound of the water hitting the tiles was a constant, rhythmic beat that seemed to echo the pounding of her heart.

She couldn’t resist. She slipped out of bed, her body moving on its own, drawn by an irresistible pull. She crept down the hallway, her bare feet silent on the cool tiles. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of steam drifted out into the hall.

She peered inside, her breath catching in her throat. Jayaram stood under the shower, the water cascading down his muscular frame. His broad shoulders were tense. His head tilted back as the water ran through his dark hair. His hands moved over his body.

Lisha felt a heated pool low in her belly as she watched him. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Her hand moved to her own body, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She touched herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she imagined his hands on her instead of her own.

She was so lost in her fantasy, in the way her body responded to the sight of him. She didn’t notice when the water stopped. “Lisha,” Jayaram’s voice cut through the haze of her arousal, deep and commanding. She froze, her heart pounding as she realized she had been caught.

He stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his body still glistening with water. “Come here,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. She stepped into the bathroom, her legs trembling under her. The air was thick with steam.

She could feel the heat of his gaze on her as she approached. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing her bottom lip. “You’re always so eager, aren’t you?” he murmured his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Lisha nodded, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. “I can’t help it, Daddy,” she whispered. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Jayaram’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “I know, doll,” he said, his voice filled with affection and desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her body leaning into his, craving more of his touch.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her in a way that left her breathless. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.

She could feel the hardness of his arousal against her, and it only fueled her desire. But when his hand started to move lower, he stopped, pulling back with a groan.

“Lisha,” he said, his voice strained. “I told you, no sex with Daddy until you turn 21.”

She pouted, her body still trembling with need. “But Daddy, I just need you,” she said, her voice filled with desperation. “I’ll wait, but I don’t want anyone else.”

Jayaram’s eyes softened, and he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I love you, doll,” he said, his voice filled with a tenderness that made her heartache. “Tell me, what can I do for you?”

Lisha hesitated, her eyes darting away for a moment before she met his gaze again. “Daddy, I want to see you make love to Mommy,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jayaram’s eyes darkened, and he let out a low chuckle. “I love that too, but it’s risky,” he said, his voice filled with amusement and concern. “It will destroy the family if your mom gets to know about us.”

Lisha nodded, her heart sinking a little. “Yeah,” she said softly.

Jayaram cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. “That’s the reason I stopped everything from my past,” he said, his voice filled with a sincerity that made her chest tighten.

“But if you wish, you can masturbate and enjoy holding my dick. But remember, no sucking my dick or fucking until you turn 21.”

Lisha’s eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly. “I remember, Daddy,” she said, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you.”

He smiled, his hand moving to her waist as he guided her to the edge of the counter. “Now, let’s continue our little conversation,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise.

Lisha’s heart raced as she looked up at him, her body trembling with anticipation. “What do you want to know, Daddy?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jayaram leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Tell me about your fantasies. Have you ever thought about me while touching yourself?”

Lisha’s breath hitched, and she nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’ve thought about you so many times.”

Jayaram’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand moving to her thigh. “And what do you imagine when you think about me?”

Lisha’s mind raced, her body trembling under his touch. “I imagine you are touching me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Kissing me, holding me so close that I can feel every part of you.”

Jayaram’s eyes darkened, and his hand moved higher, teasing her thigh. “And what else, doll?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity and desire.

“I imagine your hands on me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Your fingers inside me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Jayaram’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “You’re such a good girl, Lisha,” he said, his voice filled with affection and desire. “Tell me more. What else do you imagine?”

Lisha’s body was on fire, her heart pounding in her chest as she confessed her deepest fantasies. “I imagine you making love to me,” she said, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. “Filling me up so completely that I can’t think of anything else but you.”

Jayaram’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive tenderness.

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her body leaning into his, craving more of his touch.

Jayaram’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer to him. “And what do you think about when you’re alone, touching yourself?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise.

Lisha’s body trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against his hardness through the towel. “I think about this,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. “I imagine it inside me, filling me up so completely that I can’t think of anything else but you.”

Jayaram’s breath hitched, and he let out a low groan. “Lisha,” he said, his voice strained. “Remember, no sucking or fucking until you’re 21.”

She nodded, her eyes wide with desire as she continued to stroke him through the towel. “I remember, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “But I can’t wait to have all of you.”

Jayaram’s hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer to him. “Just a little longer, doll,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and desire. “And then, I’ll give you everything you’ve been dreaming of.”

The bathroom was still steamy from their showers. The air was thick with the scent of soap and the lingering tension that always seemed to dance between them. Jayaram was pulling on a fresh shirt, his muscles flexing as he moved.

Lisha stood nearby, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders as she slipped into a soft, form-fitting dress. She glanced at him, her eyes lingering on his broad chest, her thoughts wandering.

The sound of Lisha’s phone ringing broke the silence, and Jayaram’s eyes flicked to the screen. It was Rashmi, Lisha’s friend. Without thinking, he picked it up.

“Hi, Rashi,” he said smoothly, his deep voice carrying a warmth that could charm anyone. “Lisha’s in the shower. I’ll tell her to call you back when she’s out.”

Lisha’s eyebrows shot up, and she made a face at him, her lips mouthing, “What’s going on?” Jayaram smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking as he ended the call. He set the phone down and turned to her, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Dad, why did you answer my phone?” Lisha asked her tone a mix of curiosity and amusement. She crossed her arms, her dress clinging to her curves, making it hard for Jayaram to look away.

Jayaram took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial tone. “I couldn’t help it. Every time I see Rashmi, I get this desire to fuck her. Her cute little boobs, that innocent face—it’s hard to resist. I’ve admired her since I saw her at her parents’ anniversary party last month.”

Lisha’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. She wasn’t shocked by his confession—after all, she knew her father’s past. But hearing him say it so openly sent a thrill through her.

“Dad, I love you,” she said softly, stepping closer to him. “If you’d told me earlier, I could’ve arranged something. But it’s not too late. We’ve still got time.”

Jayaram chuckled, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “No, beti. It’s fine. It’s just a fantasy.”

Lisha’s lips curved into a sly smile as she leaned into his touch. “Daddy, I’m here to fulfil your fantasies too, you know. Until I turn 21, I’ll be your fuck doll. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

His eyes darkened at her words, and he pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her in a way that made her feel protected and wanted. “That’s so sweet of you, my girl,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

He pressed a soft kiss to her hair, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled back. Lisha looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Daddy, what about Rashmi or her mom, Moksha? Don’t you think Moksha’s hot?”

Jayaram’s smirk deepened, and he let out a low laugh. “She is. I’m sure she’s a horny bitch too. Her husband works in marine, right? He’s gone for months at a time. If we play our cards right, she’d be the slave of my cock in no time.”

Lisha giggled the sound light and teasing. “That’s awesome, Daddy,” she said, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I love seeing the bachelor daddy coming back to life.”

He grinned, pulling her close again and giving her a quick peck on the lips. His touch lingered for a moment, his breath warm against her skin. Lisha’s heart raced, her pulse quickening at the intensity of his gaze.

“Papa, I have an idea,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Why don’t you come with me today to Rashmi’s house? We’re supposed to work on a project, and we’ll probably watch some porn. You’ll have a few hours to seduce Moksha.”

Jayaram raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Porn, huh?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Well, that’s quite the invitation. Sure, I’ll come.”

Lisha’s smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Perfect. Let’s get ready, then. This is going to be fun.”

As they finished getting dressed, the air between them crackled with anticipation. Jayaram admired Lisha’s confidence and the way she seemed to thrive in their forbidden dynamic. It was intoxicating. He knew he was in deep—deeper than he’d ever been with anyone before.

The drive to Rashmi’s house was filled with light conversation, but the underlying tension was palpable. Lisha kept glancing at her father, her mind racing about what might happen. She could almost picture Moksha’s face and how she’d look at Jayaram with that mix of curiosity and desire.

It thrilled her, knowing she was part of this game. When they arrived, Rashmi greeted them at the door, her smile bright and friendly. Her eyes lingered on Jayaram for a moment longer than necessary. Lisha couldn’t help but smirk. “Hi, Rashmi,” she said, her tone casual. “Dad’s here to help with the project.”

Rashmi’s cheeks flushed slightly as she stepped aside to let them in. “Oh, that’s great. My mom’s in the living room. You can say hi if you want.”

Jayaram’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he followed Lisha inside. Moksha was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed elegantly as she scrolled through her phone. She looked up when they entered, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of Jayaram.

“Hello, Moksha,” Jayaram said, his voice smooth and inviting. He extended his hand, his gaze locking with hers. “It’s been a while.”

Moksha hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, her touch light but lingering. “Yes, it has,” she replied, her voice soft. “It’s good to see you.”

Lisha watched the exchange with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She could already see the sparks flying between them, the way Moksha’s eyes lingered on her father’s face. “This is going to be interesting,” she thought, a smile playing on her lips as she led Jayaram upstairs to Rashmi’s room.

As the door closed behind them, Jayaram turned to Lisha, his eyes filled with quiet anticipation. “Let the games begin.”

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