All Chapters of DADDY’S PLEASURE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Whispers in the DarkI pressed my back harder against the cool wall of the hallway, silk nightdress clinging to my skin from the sudden rush of fear. The soft creak from the master suite had stopped, but my pulse hadn’t. Was Mom awake? Had she heard the faint buzz of my phone or the quiet pad of my bare feet?Seconds stretched into an eternity. Then nothing. No footsteps. No sleepy call of my name. Just the distant hum of the mansion’s air conditioning and the heavy thud of my own heart.I exhaled shakily and slipped down the back staircase, avoiding the main one that passed their bedroom door. The library’s double doors were slightly ajar, warm golden light spilling out like an invitation I knew I should refuse.Alexander was already there, standing by the grand piano in a black t-shirt and loose gray pants, hair slightly tousled like he’d run his hands through it too many times. He looked up the moment I stepped inside, gray eyes locking onto mine with that piercing intensity that m

My fingers hovered inches from the library door handle, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. Mom’s voice drifted down from upstairs again soft, sleepy, but clear enough to freeze me in place. “Alexander? Darling, are you down there again?” The sound of her footsteps padded faintly toward the top of the main staircase. I backed away from the library doors on instinct, pressing myself into the alcove of a nearby hallway statue. The cool marble dug into my shoulder. My silk robe felt too thin, too revealing for this midnight game of hide-and-seek in my own home. I heard Alexander’s low reply from somewhere inside the library, calm and composed as always. “Just grabbing a book, love. Go back to bed. I’ll be up soon.” The footsteps paused. Then retreated. But the spell was broken. My pulse wouldn’t slow. A minute later, the library doors opened fully. Alexander stepped out, scanning the dim hallway until his sharp gray eyes found me hiding in the shadows. He didn’

Cracks in the FacadeThe garden air felt heavier after Alexander walked away for his call, his broad shoulders tense under the tailored shirt. I stayed on the stone bench longer than necessary, legs pressed together, trying to will away the lingering heat from my dream and the simple brush of his foot at breakfast. The guilt sat like a stone in my stomach hot, heavy, and impossible to ignore. How could I look Mom in the eye at dinner knowing I’d woken up fingering myself to thoughts of her husband thrusting into me like he owned every inch of my body?I wandered the manicured paths for a while, phone in hand, pretending to scroll through campus emails. Really, I was replaying every late-night library conversation, every almost-touch, every time he’d called me “little girl” in that low, commanding voice. The poetry book hidden in my drawer felt like contraband now.By late afternoon, Mom returned from her fittings glowing, twirling in a new deep crimson gown that hugged her figure perf

The hallway felt longer than usual as I crept downstairs, my silk nightdress brushing against my thighs with every careful step. The mansion was wrapped in that deep, watchful quiet that only came after midnight. Mom’s door had stayed closed for over an hour no late-night wanderings, no calls for Alexander. Still, my heart hammered like it expected her to appear around every corner, smiling and oblivious.The library doors were ajar, soft amber light spilling out like a beacon. I slipped inside and closed them gently behind me.Alexander was waiting by the tall windows, staring out at the darkened gardens with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He’d changed into a simple black t-shirt and lounge pants, the casual look making him seem more human, more dangerous. When he turned at the sound of the door, his gray eyes locked onto me with raw intensity.“You came,” he said, voice low and rough, like he’d been holding his breath.“I said I would.” I stayed near the doors, needing the distanc

The walk to the library felt different this time. My bare feet padded silently down the back stairs, but my heart was anything but quiet. Alexander’s text still glowed on my phone screen like a dare I couldn’t resist. Ten minutes. Two simple words that carried the weight of everything we’d already started.He was waiting when I slipped inside, the doors clicking shut behind me like a seal on a fate we both knew was dangerous. The lamps were dimmed lower than usual, casting long shadows across the bookshelves. Alexander stood by the piano, but the second he saw me, he crossed the room in long strides and pulled me into his arms without a word.This kiss wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t exploratory. It was desperate.His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that stole my breath, hands sliding down my back to pull me flush against him. I melted into it, fingers threading through his dark hair, tasting the faint whiskey on his tongue. A low groan rumbled from his chest as I pressed closer, feeling