Semua Bab Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance: Bab 31 - Bab 40

IRISI’m still shaking when he tells me to stand. Not violently, and not visibly, but just enough that I can feel the aftershocks of him moving through me beneath my skin, quiet and relentless. He watches me get out of his bed with the same unbearable composure that he does everything else. He’s lounging in the armchair in just a pair of boxers, that massive body relaxed, his expression unreadable in the low light, but his eyes… His eyes never leave me, and I can feel them everywhere. On my throat. My mouth. My breasts. My pussy. That molten black stare should make me self-conscious; instead, it makes me feel chosen.“Come here, little princess,” he says softly.I obey before I can think about it. The distance between us disappears too quickly, my body answering him with a kind of instinctive surrender that still terrifies me. By the time I stop in front of him, my heart is beating so hard it feels painful.He tilts his head slightly, studying me in silence. Then he says, “Kneel.”I

IRISThe clothes he laid out for me last night fit perfectly. Of course they do.The brown pants skim my thighs and cup my ass in a way that feels almost indecent despite revealing very little, and the green turtleneck is soft enough against my skin to make me hyperaware of my own body with every movement. Even the underwear feels chosen deliberately: sheer enough to feel feminine, but in white cotton so it feels chaste.Before I go down for breakfast, I stare at myself in the mirror for too long, and I know that I don’t look like a widow, not even remotely. I look like a woman being remade.Heat crawls slowly up my throat at the thought, and I press trembling fingers against my mouth as though I can still feel the ghost of Thomas’s kisses there.No. Not Thomas.Daddy.The word has lived quietly beneath my ribs ever since he first asked for it, but now it settles deeper, heavier, threading itself through me with frightening ease. Daddy feels less like a title and more like a surrender

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

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

MARGARETI 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,