Todos los capítulos de Daddy's Forbidden Little Pet: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

By the fourth day he had stopped going home at night.Silas’s black shirt hung on the back of the bedroom chair. His toothbrush sat beside mine in the master bathroom. The sheets smelled like him.Every morning I woke to the heavy warmth of his arm across my waist and the slow, deliberate press of his cock against the curve of my ass, already hard.He took me like that most mornings — from behind, still half-asleep, one hand between my legs and the other braced on the mattress. Slow at first, then deeper once I was fully awake and pushing back against him. He always made me come before he finished. He always left me full.On the fifth afternoon I found him in my husband’s study.He was standing at the window with a glass of whiskey, looking out over the garden. He didn’t turn when I entered, but I saw the way his shoulders shifted.“He keeps a bottle of the good stuff in the bottom drawer,” Silas said. “I figured he wouldn’t miss one glass.”I crossed the room and wrapped my arms arou

Tuesday night the lecture hall felt smaller.I arrived early again and took the same seat in the front row. This time I wore a deep green dress with a soft neckline and a hem that brushed mid-thigh when I sat. No jacket. The air in the building was warm enough that I didn’t need one. I wanted Elias to see skin.He walked in carrying the usual stack of papers and stopped for half a second when he saw me. The look that passed across his face was quickly controlled, but not quickly enough. I watched the exact moment he decided to keep walking as if nothing had changed between us.Julian kissed my cheek, distracted already by the notes in his hand, and moved to the podium. I spent the next seventy minutes watching my husband teach while the teaching assistant watched me.Every time I shifted in my seat I felt Elias’s attention like a physical touch. Once, when Julian turned to the board, I uncrossed my legs slowly and let my knees fall slightly apart. Elias’s pen stopped moving.When the

I started lying more carefully after that night.Julian never asked why I had come home an hour later than I said I would. He was already in bed with a book, glasses on, mind still half in the essay he was grading.I showered longer than usual, scrubbed the scent of Elias off my skin, and slid between the sheets beside my husband with the dull, perfect ache of someone else’s release still between my thighs.The next lecture was three days later.I sat in the front row again. Elias did not look at me once during the full seventy minutes. The restraint was almost violent in its control.When the class ended he collected the handouts, spoke briefly with Julian, and left through the side door without glancing in my direction.My phone vibrated in my coat pocket as I walked to the car.East side. Same place. 9:30.I told Julian I had a headache and wanted to drive myself home. He kissed my temple and said he would be another hour finishing office hours. I drove in the opposite direction of

I waited two days.Long enough to feel deliberate. Short enough that the tension from the last visit still sat under my skin like a low fever.I wore another dress over a different swimsuit — deep red this time, the kind that turned almost black when it was wet. I didn’t bring a towel of my own.Dominic opened the door before I finished knocking. He was in a gray T-shirt and the same dark shorts, glasses nowhere in sight. For a second neither of us spoke.“You’re back,” he said.“You said the pool would be here.”Something moved behind his eyes. Then he stepped aside.I walked through the house with the same casual ownership I had practiced since I was a teenager, but everything felt different now. The air was heavier. The quiet was louder. I slid the back door open and stepped onto the patio without waiting for permission.Dominic followed as far as the doorway and stopped.I pulled the dress over my head and dropped it on the same lounge chair as before. This time I didn’t look away

The first text came at 10:17 the next morning.Come over at 2.No greeting. No explanation. Just the time.I arrived at 1:58. The door was unlocked. Dominic was in the kitchen wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, sleeves pushed up, pouring a glass of water. He looked up when I stepped inside, and the expression on his face sent a slow pulse of heat through me.“You’re on time.”“You said two.”He set the glass down and walked toward me. There was no hesitation this time. One hand slid into my hair, the other settled on my waist, and he kissed me like he had been thinking about it since I left the night before. I opened for him immediately. The kiss was deeper, slower, more deliberate than the urgent ones on the patio and the couch.When he pulled back, his voice was quiet.“Bedroom. Upstairs. The one at the end of the hall.”Avery’s old room was across from it. I knew the layout of this house better than my own apartment. I walked ahead of him up the stairs, feeling the weight of his at