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228. starving the monster
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2026-08-26 18:54:08
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Please Ruin Me, Daddy 230. A taste of ownership
SELENA I chose the place because it had exits.A second-floor café above a bookstore, glass front, busy enough that nothing could become a closed-door kitchen without witnesses, quiet enough that a conversation could still cut. I sent the time and the address with no greeting.Selena: 2:15. One hour. I’m not coming home with you.He answered in under a minute.Kael: I’ll be there.No negotiation. No attempt to change the ground. That alone put a tension under my ribs I didn’t like.I arrived early and took the corner table with a view of the stair. At 2:14 the air in the café changed, as if people felt a pressure front before they understood it. A woman at the counter stopped mid-sentence. A man in a suit adjusted his chair without knowing why. Then Kael appeared on the stairs and the room’s attention simply… rearranged.The coat, the walk, the unsmiling focus, the kind of body that implied private security even when none stood visible. He didn’t look at anyone else. He looked for m
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 229. A taste of home
SELENA It started with a paper crown and a lie of omission.Sienna waited until Thursday evening, after Kael had already done the clean handoff and driven away like a man serving out probation, before she climbed onto the kitchen chair and announced:“Parent craft morning isn’t only one parent.”I turned from the sink. “What.”She produced the school note from her bag with the ceremony of evidence. In crayon on the back, in her writing, she had added a line the school had not:Mummy and Daddy both. Bring both. Sit together.“Sienna.”“Miss Elena said families can come how they are.” Her chin lifted. “How we are is two places. That doesn’t mean two separate mornings. I already told Daddy on Sunday that you said it was okay.”The room went very quiet.“You told him what?”“That Mummy said both.” She had the grace to look slightly afraid then, which meant she knew. “So he wouldn’t stay clear. So he would come. You can be angry at me after the crowns are done.”I sat down because the alt
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 228. starving the monster
SELENA I expected him to push within twenty-four hours.A message. A second knock. A car that stayed too long at the curb. The old pattern under new language. I went to bed with the kitchen still ghost-warm from his coat on my chair and woke prepared to refuse him again.Nothing came.Thursday arrived like any other workday: Sienna’s shoes by the door, depot shift notes on the table, rain in the street. At pickup he was already there, on time to the minute, umbrella angled for her alone until she grabbed my hand and forced the three of us into one temporary shape under the fabric. He didn’t use the closeness. He said hello to her as if the closed-door morning had not happened, asked about numbers and drawings, and only met my eyes once over her head.The look was not a question.It was a man holding a line with both hands.“Four-thirty,” he said.“Four-thirty,” I answered.He returned her at 4:29 with damp curls and a story about ducks. No package. No speech. No attempt to come up.
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 227. The Almost-yes
SELENA The corridor creak outside died into ordinary footsteps and vanished.Inside, nothing ordinary remained.Kael still had me at the wall, mouth close enough that every breath felt shared, hand not locking the door; just resting on it as if the closed fact of wood was a third person in the room. My lips were swollen from a kiss I had not authorized and had still, for one catastrophic second, returned. The taste of him sat in my mouth like evidence.“Clock,” I said.His eyes narrowed. “What.”“School.” My voice was rough. “If you’re in this kitchen when I have to leave, I’m walking out with you still here, and I won’t do that. She doesn’t come home to this.”Something landed in his face; frustration, respect, the specific pain of being limited by a child he loved more than his own impulse. He nodded once. Did not step back far enough.“Then answer before the clock owns you.”“I already answered.”“You answered with your mouth saying no and your hands in my coat.” His gaze dropped
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 226. The line broke
SELENA Sienna had been gone eleven minutes when the knock came.Not the landlady’s rhythm. Not a delivery. Two knocks, measured, as if the hand already knew it would be answered. I wiped my palms on my skirt, checked the peephole out of habit, and the hallway tilted.Kael.I opened because the alternative was pressing my back to wood and pretending a locked door still meant the same thing it meant eight weeks ago.He stood there in a dark coat, rain-dark at the shoulders, no child in sight, no public version of himself. Just the man. The eyes hit mine and held, and for one second neither of us moved.“She’s at school,” I said.“I know.”“Then why…”He stepped forward. I retreated on pure reflex and he came with the movement, into my hall, into the smell of kettle-water and Sienna’s crayons, into the life I had built out of shifts and rules. My hand went up.“Kael…. what are you doing?”He closed the door behind him.The click was soft. Final. My stomach dropped so hard I felt sick wi
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 225. Unfinished
SELENA Eight weeks after I told him to leave the district, morning no longer began with a balcony.It began with a kettle that belonged to me, in a walk-up two districts away from the electronics shop, where the landlady did not know the name Carter and did not want to. The place was small, clean enough, paid from wages I earned doing inventory and shift covers at a mid-size grocery depot. No tab opened itself for bread. No man stood across the street with coffee. When Sienna asked, on the first week, whether Daddy could see our window, I said no. When she asked whether that meant he was gone, I said no to that too.Gone and distant were different words. We were learning both.Kael saw Sienna on Thursdays and alternate Sundays. The arrangement had been cut into being through arguments that left both of us raw and, somehow, still standing. He picked her up from the depot entrance, never from inside my door unless I allowed it. He returned her on time. The first two weeks he arrived
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 003. Please, Daddy
“No… we’re not done,” I whispered as I got up from the bed. His gaze immediately dropped down to my breasts dangling out of my top. "Damn it, Selena." He growled. "You're Liam's wife." "I don't care." I shivered a bit at the look in his eyes. My inner thighs were still slick. God, I wanted him
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 002. Wet for Daddy
No, no, no ,no , what the hell is this about? What's he doing here? I couldn't take my eyes off him. Kael stood in the doorway. Huge,calm and confident as always. At 47, His eyes were dark as it raked over me, with a clenched jaw. "I'm not allowed to come in?" He asked, with his deep rough
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 001. Craving For My Father-in-law
"Just put the damn cock in me, Liam!." I mumbled in pain as I dipped two fingers into my wet pussy. While my husband fixed his tie for work. "Not now, Selena." He didn't even spare me a glance. Not now? God this is frustrating. Ever since we got married a month ago, we only fucked one time. I
Please Ruin Me, Daddy 006. Daddy Said Don’t Keep Him Waiting
My stomach dropped as I stared at the screen for what felt like forever. Kael: Wear something pretty tonight. My fingers tightened around my phone, the edges biting into my palm as if that could ground me back into sense. Tonight? Tonight?! We were in the same house. Same damn house. No.
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