로그인MARGARETI should have left when Thomas dismissed me for the evening. Instead, I waited until the last of the downstairs lights dimmed, then slipped quietly back through the west corridor like something shameful.I tell myself that I don’t know why, but of course that’s a lie. The truth is far dirtier: I want to know if she’s in his room again. So now, I’m standing barefoot in the dark hallway outside my employer’s bedroom like a pathetic, starving thing.The manor is silent around me. Old wood. Rain whispering faintly against distant windows. The low hum of the storm still hanging over the cliffs beyond the estate.And through the slightly-open bedroom door –Her.I close my eyes for one terrible second as Iris makes another sound inside his room. Soft. Broken. Pleasured.I should leave. Every sensible instinct I possess tells me exactly that. This is humiliating. Dangerous. Insane.Then Thomas speaks:“Good girl.”The words drift through the crack in the door, low and velvet-smooth,
THOMASI know she's exhausted now. I can feel it in the way she's curled against me beneath the bubble-less bathwater, boneless and heavy in my arms, her breathing slow and uneven as she drifts somewhere between contentment and sleep.The storm beyond the windows has softened to a chilly, steady rain, and the bathroom feels suspended outside the rest of the world. The water laps quietly against porcelain. Iris remains tucked against my chest as though she's forgotten there’s anywhere else she could possibly be. I know that I’m going to have get things moving now, or we’ll both fall asleep, here in this cooling water.“Baby girl.”She makes a soft humming sound. Not quite a response, it’s more an acknowledgment that she’s heard me and has absolutely no intention of exerting any further effort.I glance down, and see that her beautiful eyes are closed. I’ve never seen anyone look more comfortable, and part of me hates to disturb her. But it has to be done."We need to get out now,” I sa
IRISI want your hands on me, Daddy. Inside me. Touching me deep, and sweet, and hard.The confession trembles in the humid air between us, and for one dreadful heartbeat, I’m certain that I’ve gone too far. The words feel impossibly naked, more exposing somehow than the water lapping at my skin, more vulnerable than the way I’m tucked against him in the bath. I want to take them back almost as soon as they leave me.Instead, his arm tightens around my waist. Not abruptly, not possessively. Simply with a quiet certainty that makes my breath catch.He draws me more firmly against him beneath the water, and the hard warmth of his body settles along mine like something inevitable. Steam drifts through the room in pale silver ribbons, softening the edges of everything around us until the bathroom feels suspended outside time, but there’s nothing dreamlike about the awareness gathering between us.On the contrary, actually, it feels far too real.“Again,” he says quietly.I can barely thin
IRISSteam curls thickly through the bathroom, softening the edges of everything into gold and shadow and heat.The tub is enormous, deep enough that the water reaches almost to my collarbones once Daddy guides me carefully inside it. I sink into the bubbles and warmth with a trembling breath, my body already hypersensitive from everything that came before – his voice, his hands, the unbearable restraint he keeps wrapping around me like silk pulled too tight.He slides in behind me a moment later. The water shifts around us with slow, intimate movement, and I swear I feel every inch of him before he even touches me. His legs bracket mine beneath the surface, broad and solid and inescapably masculine, and the heat of his chest against my back nearly draws a sound from me immediately.I can feel him everywhere.The strength of his thighs beneath the water. The steady rise and fall of his chest against my spine. One large hand settling calmly against my waist as though holding me there i
IRIS The command should embarrass me – keep your eyes on me while I undress – but humiliation has long since dissolved into something hotter, stranger, far more intimate. I kneel beside his bed with my hands resting obediently on my thighs while Thomas stands before me, broad and composed and muscular, and all I can think is that I have never seen anything so devastatingly male in my life.His cufflinks land softly atop the dresser. Then his fingers move to the buttons of his shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. As though he understands exactly what this is doing to me.Actually – no. Not as though. He does understand.The realization burns through me as the first button slips free, exposing the strong column of his throat. Then another. And another. My breathing turns shallow almost immediately.Thomas watches me while he undresses, his dark eyes calm and knowing, and I realise with sudden, dizzying clarity that this is not simply about removing clothing. This is another lesson, another act
THOMASI sit alone in my study with a glass of cognac in my hand and think about Iris kneeling naked in my bedroom. The image has possessed me for the last eighty-three minutes, ever since I ordered her upstairs.And it hasn’t possessed me abstractly… I can see it all precisely. Her slim pale thighs parted just enough for balance against the dark carpet beside my bed. The elegant line of her spine held rigid with nerves and obedience. Red curls pulled out of the chignon and spilling over bare shoulders, while she waits exactly where I told her to wait.Christ Almighty.I close my eyes briefly and lean my head back against the leather chair. This is dangerous now. Not because I want her, that ceased being manageable days ago. No… what makes this dangerous is the terrifying softness beginning to grow beneath the wanting. The instinctive, almost violent need to protect her while simultaneously imagining all the ways I could unravel her with a single command spoken in the right tone.I t







