Best Friend’s Father’s Dark Lessons - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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After leaving Sophia's place, Richard started texting me every day—just little greetings at first.
We kept up the casual back-and-forth for a few days. Then, on Friday night, out of nowhere, he dropped the bomb: "I want to see you naked."
My face burned. I didn't know how to say no.
Before I could even think of a response, my phone buzzed again. A video.
There he was, standing in front of the camera in nothing but a bathrobe, that cocky smirk on his face as he slowly tugged the belt loose with one hand—
I should've looked away. But I couldn't. My cheeks were on fire, the heat spreading all the way to my ears.
"Emily, I want to see you too."
I caved. After a few weak protests, I finally recorded a short clip for him—though I made him swear up and down he'd never show it to anyone. "If my parents find out, they'll murder me."
The weekend came. I went to Richard's house.
Once he'd conveniently gotten rid of Sophia, we were alone.
In one smooth motion, he lifted me like I weighed nothing and pressed me against the dining table, his hands caging me in.
"Emily…" His voice was rough. "I've waited so long for this. Missed you so damn much."
The living room windows were wide open, no curtains to hide us, so he carried me to the bedroom instead.
He forced me onto his lap, his calloused hands slipping under my shirt, tracing slow, possessive lines down my bare back.
I melted under his touch, my body pliant like warm wax.
Across from the bed, a full-length mirror reflected everything—my small frame looking like a doll in his grasp, helpless as he played with me.
"Emily, let's try something special, yeah?"
"W-what kind of thing?" I asked, still clueless.
"Just lie still. Be good for me."
He stood, grabbing a thick rope and a round gag.
Before I could react, he made me bite down on the ball, then bound my wrists tight.
Now I couldn't speak. Couldn't move.
Panic shot through me. I twisted, suddenly desperate to break free.
The gag fell from my mouth as I thrashed.
"I told you to behave." His voice turned icy. "Are you deaf?"
His expression twisted into something ugly.
He pinned me with his legs, and when I kept struggling—smack. His palm cracked against my cheek.
The sting flared hot.
Regret hit me like a truck. This wasn't the Richard I knew.
His fingers brushed my throbbing skin, almost gentle. "Don't be scared, Emily. If you're good, Uncle won't hurt you."
Tears spilled over. He licked them away, slow and deliberate.
I whimpered behind the gag, silently begging him to untie me.
Richard chuckled and straightened up.
For a second, I thought he might show mercy.
Then—he pulled out a flogger from behind his back.
His smile turned downright wicked.
We kept up the casual back-and-forth for a few days. Then, on Friday night, out of nowhere, he dropped the bomb: "I want to see you naked."
My face burned. I didn't know how to say no.
Before I could even think of a response, my phone buzzed again. A video.
There he was, standing in front of the camera in nothing but a bathrobe, that cocky smirk on his face as he slowly tugged the belt loose with one hand—
I should've looked away. But I couldn't. My cheeks were on fire, the heat spreading all the way to my ears.
"Emily, I want to see you too."
I caved. After a few weak protests, I finally recorded a short clip for him—though I made him swear up and down he'd never show it to anyone. "If my parents find out, they'll murder me."
The weekend came. I went to Richard's house.
Once he'd conveniently gotten rid of Sophia, we were alone.
In one smooth motion, he lifted me like I weighed nothing and pressed me against the dining table, his hands caging me in.
"Emily…" His voice was rough. "I've waited so long for this. Missed you so damn much."
The living room windows were wide open, no curtains to hide us, so he carried me to the bedroom instead.
He forced me onto his lap, his calloused hands slipping under my shirt, tracing slow, possessive lines down my bare back.
I melted under his touch, my body pliant like warm wax.
Across from the bed, a full-length mirror reflected everything—my small frame looking like a doll in his grasp, helpless as he played with me.
"Emily, let's try something special, yeah?"
"W-what kind of thing?" I asked, still clueless.
"Just lie still. Be good for me."
He stood, grabbing a thick rope and a round gag.
Before I could react, he made me bite down on the ball, then bound my wrists tight.
Now I couldn't speak. Couldn't move.
Panic shot through me. I twisted, suddenly desperate to break free.
The gag fell from my mouth as I thrashed.
"I told you to behave." His voice turned icy. "Are you deaf?"
His expression twisted into something ugly.
He pinned me with his legs, and when I kept struggling—smack. His palm cracked against my cheek.
The sting flared hot.
Regret hit me like a truck. This wasn't the Richard I knew.
His fingers brushed my throbbing skin, almost gentle. "Don't be scared, Emily. If you're good, Uncle won't hurt you."
Tears spilled over. He licked them away, slow and deliberate.
I whimpered behind the gag, silently begging him to untie me.
Richard chuckled and straightened up.
For a second, I thought he might show mercy.
Then—he pulled out a flogger from behind his back.
His smile turned downright wicked.
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