There was something perverse in knowing she carried Gabriel’s brother or sister while their vows still stood. While she was still legally his wife.
She had chosen me over everything and everyone.
A man double her age.
Her teal dress grazed the ground.
I knew she was entirely naked beneath it.
I was the luckiest father-in-law in all of England.
Chapter 26
Sayla
The bowl of crisp apple slices and grapes sat on his desk. My morning of teasing had come to an abrupt end when Lydia arrived to leave my snack. It was time to pay the price.
The leather chair creaked as he stood and walked around the desk. He took my book from me and placed it beside the fruit bowl. After frolicking with the frogs we’d retreated to his office—him to work, me to read.
Daddy always liked to keep me beside him and I loved being there.
“I don’t want to ruin your pretty dress. Best that I take it off,” he mused.
That’s when I knew I was fucked.
Literally.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said demurely.
It didn’t work. His expression didn’t change.
He held his hand out and I reached for it, unfolding my legs and rising to stand. He pulled me in until I touched his chest and gathered my hair to one side to reach the zip.
He didn’t rush. The zip lowered in increments—the only sound in the office, apart from my pounding heart. Though I suspected only I could feel that, throbbing like a pulse behind my eyes.
His fingers came to my shoulders and dragged the straps down my arms. The dress slid down my body and pooled at my bare feet.
He leaned back to inspect my breasts.
“These will be lovely when they’re heavy and full of milk,” he murmured, as his finger traced my nipple. First one and then the other.
He wouldn’t care if my body changed. He was obsessed enough to relish every change our child brought. That sick obsession now lived in both of us.
“Kneel.”
I dropped to my knees—my dress and the rug giving me a soft landing. I faced those black trousers, clocked the bulge and almost reached for his zip but his hands beat me to it.
The rasp of the zip was fast. My chest began to heave and I licked my lips in preparation.
When he switched into Daddy Dom mode he became entirely unpredictable—and those were his best moments. It sparked a different kind of fight-or-flight in me. I was still his princess, but my function was to serve.
The tension heightened as he eased his heavy cock free. I waited for his instructions.
When he said nothing I glanced up.
“Keep those eyes on me and lick my cock. Prepare me for your throat.”
Oh, yeah. I was done for.
