All Chapters of Naughty Empires [An Erotic Collection] : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Laura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.It started small. A glance that lingered too long when he came in from the garage, shirt clinging to his chest from sweat, the way his forearms flexed as he lifted a box. He’s not my real dad—he married Mom three years ago—but he’s been the only father figure I’ve known since I was fourteen. Tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair, that deep voice that makes everything sound like an order even when it’s just “pass the salt.” I used to think it was harmless admiration. Now I know it’s something else.Something that makes me ache between my legs when I’m alone.This afternoon, the house is empty except for the hum of the air conditioner.

Laura:Mom was gone before the sky even began to lighten. The phone’s ring sliced through the silence at 3:47 a.m.—sharp, ugly, impossible to ignore. I heard her voice, hushed and clipped, then the familiar sounds: suitcase zipper, soft-soled footsteps, the front door’s quiet click. She muttered something about Aunt Claire needing her upstate, said she’d call when she landed, and then the house swallowed her absence. The quiet that followed felt thicker, more loaded, like the walls themselves knew it was only the two of us now.I stayed in bed for hours, sheets twisted around my calves, replaying every second of last night in the kitchen until my skin felt feverish again. The dull, insistent throb between my legs hadn’t eased; it had only sunk deeper, patient and greedy.Seven o’clock brought pale gold light slipping past the curtains. Downstairs: coffee maker hissing, fridge door opening and closing with that familiar soft pop, the clink of a spoon against ceramic. Everyday sounds.