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Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 27
IRISI wake long before Daddy permits me to move.There's a particular stillness that lives only in places where power is quiet and absolute, and it presses against my skin now, gentle but unyielding, as if the walls themselves are holding their breath. I lie beneath the sheets, the linen cool against my thighs, faintly scented with something clean and citrusy that makes my chest ache in a way that I don’t yet have language for.In the past couple of days, waiting has become something entirely new for me. It's no longer the sharp-edged waiting of fear, the kind that keeps muscles locked and breath shallow. This new waiting hums, it settles into me. It feels intentional, chosen, like stepping into a current and allowing it to carry me without struggling for the shore.I'm aware of my body in a way that feels new and dangerous: the pulsing warmth between my legs, the sensitivity at the nape of my neck, the way my skin seems to register the house as a presence rather than a structure. I
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 26
THOMASI watched her all day. Not openly, not the way men do when they want to be seen wanting. I watched her the way I watch markets, systems, fault lines: attentively, without interference, letting patterns reveal themselves.She did everything I asked. Not eventually. Not approximately. Exactly.Each instruction landed cleanly, each boundary sharpened her rather than dulled her. She moved through the house with an awareness that wasn’t fear anymore, but focus, her body tuned to mine, even when we weren't in the same room. I felt it when she paused before entering a space, when she waited for confirmation that never came because she already knew the answer.Obedience suits her.Not because she lacks will – she actually has more of that than most– but because she's spent her life braced against chaos, making decisions that cost her something every time. Structure doesn't diminish her, it steadies her. The relief of it registers in her body before it reaches her mind.I didn't touch he
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 25
IRISMondayThe house feels different this morning.Not louder, not warmer, not altered in any way I could point to if asked... but somehow aware. As though it's registered something new in me and adjusted its posture accordingly. I wake with that awareness already humming under my skin, a low, restless current that makes stillness feel impossible and movement feel charged.I wake up alone in my bed, Thomas' scent and shape still noticeable in the sheets and pillow. I didn't hear him get up, didn't even notice when he slipped out of my bedroom. He did tell me last night that he didn't want our new dynamic to be obvious to the staff yet, so he warned me that he'd be back in his own room before Margaret arrived at seven a.m. to start her day. I'd nodded against his broad, naked chest, then fallen into a deep, langorous sleep curled up to his large body.I dress slowly now, not because I dislike the clothes that Thomas' PA bought for me, but because donning each piece of clothing feels de
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 24
MARGARETI’ve been inside the Ashcroft house longer than anyone likes to remember.Longer than the paint on the walls, longer than the locks on the doors, longer even than Helen’s marriage, though she likes to pretend otherwise. I arrived at the age of twenty-five – young enough to be useful, old enough to know better – and I've stayed because I learned early that the most powerful position in any home is not ownership, but proximity.You see everything when people forget you’re there.I watched Helen become Mrs. Ashcroft with a smile that never reached her eyes, watched her sweep through rooms like she was performing for an audience that had already grown bored. She was truly beautiful then, but in a hard, brittle way, all angles and ambition. I hated her immediately, instinctively, because she never once looked at Thomas the way I did.She wanted his name. His money. His position. I wanted him.Not in a foolish, romantic way....no fantasies, no delusions that I would ever be chosen.
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 23
HELEN“Go on,” I say. "I know there's more."Margaret swallows. “Mr. Ashcroft slept in her room.”For a moment I don’t understand the sentence, it doesn’t fit properly in the world as I know it. Then it does, with a sickening click, and the restaurant seems to tilt slightly.“In her room,” I repeat.Margaret nods once. “Last night. Well, actually, around two o'clock this morning.”Today is Sunday, and Edward died on Friday. I feel my pulse in my throat, hot and furious. Not grief now, something else. Something corrosive.Thomas in bed with my son’s widow. Thomas with the girl Edward married because he needed a wife to inherit cleanly. Thomas with the girl who stood at the altar and smiled as though she was winning something.“Are you certain?” I ask, my voice too calm.Margaret’s gaze doesn’t waver. “You pay me to be certain.”Yes, I do pay her, and I pay her well. Better than Thomas pays her, if truth be told, though he pays her well enough to keep loyalty comfortable. But comfort isn
Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance Chapter 22
HELENMy weekends used to belong to my sweet, lovely boy Edward. They belonged to his careless voice on the phone, to his habit of calling later than we agreed and talking as though time was something that could always be bought back later, to his easy, almost infuriating certainty that life would continue in a straight line simply because he expected it to. Now the weekends are a vacancy, a shape with no body inside it, two days that arrive anyway, indifferent to the fact that my world has stopped agreeing to calendars.On this Sunday afternoon, I arrive at the restaurant twenty minutes early. Not because I’m overly punctual, but because waiting at home has become unbearable. The rooms have begun to feel like they’re swallowing me, and I refuse to let grief make me small. I sit by the restaurant window, back straight, hands folded, and watch the world outside move past in a blur of money and purpose. People carry shopping bags and drink coffee and laugh as if nothing has ended.They d
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