All Chapters of Her First Time With Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ava’s POVThe house felt tighter that evening.I noticed it first in the way the staff moved—quieter than usual, more precise, as if someone had turned the volume down on the entire estate. When I passed Raymond in the upstairs hallway he gave me a short nod but did not slow his pace. Two security men I had never seen before stood near the main staircase, speaking in low voices before separating and disappearing toward different wings of the house. Something was shifting beyond the walls, and the pressure of it had begun to seep inside.I spent most of the afternoon in the library because it was the one place that still felt still. The heavy chairs, the smell of old paper and leather, the way the light fell across the long table—all of it gave me somewhere to sit with my thoughts without being watched too closely. I tried to read. The words refused to stay in place. My mind kept drifting back to the night before in the study: the cool surface of the desk under my palms, the thick stre

Ava’s POVThe west wing was quieter than the rest of the house.After Corren’s warning, I had stayed where he told me to stay. The rooms were beautiful and spacious, but the restriction made the walls feel closer than they had the day before. I heard distant movement—doors, low voices, the occasional sound of a car on the gravel—but nothing close. Whatever business had brought the visitor that morning remained carefully separated from me.By early afternoon the silence had begun to press on me. I sat on the window seat in my room with my phone in my hand, scrolling without purpose, until the familiar name on the screen made me pause.Maya.My best friend since secondary school. The only person who still sent me voice notes at odd hours and remembered how I took my coffee. I had been avoiding her calls for two days. I didn’t know what I was allowed to say.I answered before I could change my mind.“Finally,” Maya said, her voice bright and immediately familiar. “I was starting to thin

Ava’s POVThe question hung between us like a blade.Corren’s hand remained against the side of my neck, thumb resting just below my jaw, holding my face turned up to his. His eyes did not move from mine. The silence stretched long enough that I could hear the distant sound of a car on the front drive and the soft tick of the clock on the mantel.“No one convinced me,” I said. My voice came out quieter than I wanted, but it stayed steady. “I didn’t talk to any of the staff about it. I didn’t ask Marcus or Raymond or anyone else. It’s something I’ve been thinking about since before I came here. I had plans, Corren. They didn’t disappear just because everything else did.”His expression remained unreadable. The pressure of his thumb against my skin was light, but it was enough to keep me exactly where he wanted me. I could feel the heat of his body, the controlled tension in the way he stood. Part of me expected him to refuse. Another part—the part that had already learned the shape of

Corren’s POVI woke before the house stirred.The estate was still dark when I stood at the window of my bedroom, coffee in hand, reviewing the day ahead. Shopping was not something I ordinarily scheduled. It was inefficient. But Ava needed appropriate clothing for the university environment I had agreed to allow, and I preferred to oversee the process myself rather than leave it to staff. Appearance was a form of control. I intended to exercise it.At 6:40 a.m. I called down to the garage.“Bring the black Maybach around at ten,” I told the driver. “No escort beyond the gate unless Raymond advises otherwise.”I dressed with the same precision I applied to everything else—dark trousers, a white shirt, a charcoal jacket. By the time I reached the small dining room, the first light was moving across the lawns. Ava entered a short while later in the cream dress I had selected. She looked soft in the morning light, still slightly guarded, still learning how to exist inside the structure I

Ava’s POVI followed him and came down from the car.The moment my feet touched the gravel, the quiet order of the estate closed around us again. The air felt cooler here than it had in the city, cleaner, as if even the atmosphere belonged to him. One of the maids was already waiting near the front steps, hands folded, eyes lowered. Without being told, she moved to the Maybach, gathered the shopping bags from the trunk, and carried them inside toward the west wing. I watched her disappear up the staircase with the new clothes Corren had chosen for me—the navy dress, the black one, the shoes, the structured bag. Each item was a reminder of the afternoon: his voice deciding what I would wear, his hands adjusting fabric on my shoulders, his mouth on my breasts in the back seat of the car, his fingers inside me until I was wet and shaking, and then the way he had simply stopped and left me there.The ache between my legs had not faded. It pulsed with every step I took behind him into the