Todos os capítulos de Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 96

HELENI don’t think about Iris on the drive home. At least, that’s what I tell myself.The car glides through late afternoon traffic with its customary smoothness, the city slipping past beyond the tinted glass in muted greys and polished stone, and I occupy myself with the day's correspondence instead. Two invitations. A charitable foundation requesting my attendance. A letter from my solicitor requiring a signature. Entirely ordinary matters. Entirely familiar.Yet when I look up, I discover we have already reached my house, and I can’t remember reading a single page. Curious.I dismiss the driver and let myself inside.The house is quiet. It always is. Not lonely, precisely, because loneliness implies the expectation of company. Mine has long since settled into something more civilized than that, a comfortable silence inhabited by books, flowers changed twice weekly, and staff who understand that discretion is infinitely preferable to conversation.Janice takes my coat. "Good after

IRIS"Kneel for me," he says, his voice low and even, carrying that unmistakable edge of command that makes my breath catch. There's no question in it, just the quiet expectation that sends a flush of warmth through me.My body responds immediately, moving before my mind fully catches up, sliding off the sofa to the floor between his spread legs. The carpet is soft beneath my knees, and I settle there, looking up at him through my lashes. His dark eyes hold mine, intense and unyielding, while the subtle bulge in his trousers hints at the arousal building between us."You're beautiful like this," Daddy murmurs, reaching down to trace his thumb along my lower lip, his touch firm yet gentle, sending a shiver racing down my spine. The dominance in his gaze wraps around me like a velvet restraint, making my skin tingle with submission, my nipples tightening against the fabric of my bra as I lean into his hand.I feel the heat pooling between my thighs, my pussy growing slick with anticipat

IRISThe morning begins with a telephone. Not the ringing of it, I mean its arrival.By half past ten, an engineer has installed a neat cream-colored landline on the corner of my cutting table, its cord coiled so perfectly that it almost looks decorative. Daddy insisted that the studio needed its own dedicated number if I was serious about building a business."You can't expect clients to call your personal cell," he'd said over breakfast. “And although we need to get you a work cell, a landline shows an established, dedicated office space.”"I haven't got any clients.""You will."There had been that quiet certainty in his voice again, the sort that always made me wonder if he saw something in me that I hadn’t yet discovered myself.Now, as I smooth my hand across the polished wood of the worktable, the telephone sits silently beside my sketchbook like a promise that hasn't yet decided whether to keep itself.The studio feels wonderfully alive.Afternoon sunlight spills through the t