My FIL’s Forbidden Postpartum Care - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The playful teasing began with my toes tracing slow circles up his calf, my arch brushing against his skin with deliberate lightness.
He didn't stand a chance.
A sharp inhale escaped his lips as he stared resolutely at his plate, avoiding my gaze.
"Vivian, eat your breakfast first. I should check on William," he muttered, already half-rising from his chair.
But escape wasn't an option. My bare foot pressed firmly against the growing bulge in his pants, stopping him mid-motion.
The bold move shocked him into stillness. His jaw went slack, eyes widening as his body betrayed him before his mind could catch up.
I could feel him hardening beneath my touch, hear the thick swallow in his throat.
"Vivian, what the hell—" His voice cracked.
We both knew the truth—if not for that damned family title between us, he would've already had me pinned against the dining table.
I flashed him a wicked grin. "Daddy," I purred, emphasizing the forbidden word, "don't play dumb with me."
His hands flew to remove my foot but instead found themselves gripping my ankle possessively. My size-five foot disappeared in his large hands, swallowed whole by his grasp.
The atmosphere turned electric, thick with unspoken hunger.
A soft whimper escaped me as I slid bonelessly from my chair, my body turning liquid under his touch.
Instead of releasing me, his thumb began making slow, torturous circles on my instep while his dark eyes drank in my reactions.
Weeks of suppressed tension reached their breaking point.
With trembling hands, he brought my foot to his mouth—then without warning, sank his teeth into my big toe.
My confidence shattered.
This wasn't the reaction I'd anticipated from the usually restrained man. Panic surged through me as I tried jerking away, but his grip was unbreakable. Dangling helplessly, I realized too late that I'd awakened something far more dangerous than I'd bargained for.
His tongue flicked out, sending violent tremors through me.
God, it had been so long since I'd felt a man's touch.
Fear warred with curiosity—what other surprises did this man hide beneath his proper exterior?
His mouth worked with shocking expertise, tongue swirling between my toes with wet, obscene sounds that turned my bones to jelly.
I collapsed completely, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure.
When he finally released me minutes later, I could barely lift my heavy eyelids. My attempts to sit up failed miserably, my voice coming in ragged pants.
"Daddy... please..."
The title acted like a bucket of ice water. He jerked back violently, sweat pouring down his flushed face despite the AC's chill.
"Vivian, I—Christ, I don't know what came over me." His hands shook as he wiped his mouth. "Pretend this never happened."
The fear in his eyes wasn't directed at me—but at the monster he'd discovered within himself.
He didn't stand a chance.
A sharp inhale escaped his lips as he stared resolutely at his plate, avoiding my gaze.
"Vivian, eat your breakfast first. I should check on William," he muttered, already half-rising from his chair.
But escape wasn't an option. My bare foot pressed firmly against the growing bulge in his pants, stopping him mid-motion.
The bold move shocked him into stillness. His jaw went slack, eyes widening as his body betrayed him before his mind could catch up.
I could feel him hardening beneath my touch, hear the thick swallow in his throat.
"Vivian, what the hell—" His voice cracked.
We both knew the truth—if not for that damned family title between us, he would've already had me pinned against the dining table.
I flashed him a wicked grin. "Daddy," I purred, emphasizing the forbidden word, "don't play dumb with me."
His hands flew to remove my foot but instead found themselves gripping my ankle possessively. My size-five foot disappeared in his large hands, swallowed whole by his grasp.
The atmosphere turned electric, thick with unspoken hunger.
A soft whimper escaped me as I slid bonelessly from my chair, my body turning liquid under his touch.
Instead of releasing me, his thumb began making slow, torturous circles on my instep while his dark eyes drank in my reactions.
Weeks of suppressed tension reached their breaking point.
With trembling hands, he brought my foot to his mouth—then without warning, sank his teeth into my big toe.
My confidence shattered.
This wasn't the reaction I'd anticipated from the usually restrained man. Panic surged through me as I tried jerking away, but his grip was unbreakable. Dangling helplessly, I realized too late that I'd awakened something far more dangerous than I'd bargained for.
His tongue flicked out, sending violent tremors through me.
God, it had been so long since I'd felt a man's touch.
Fear warred with curiosity—what other surprises did this man hide beneath his proper exterior?
His mouth worked with shocking expertise, tongue swirling between my toes with wet, obscene sounds that turned my bones to jelly.
I collapsed completely, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure.
When he finally released me minutes later, I could barely lift my heavy eyelids. My attempts to sit up failed miserably, my voice coming in ragged pants.
"Daddy... please..."
The title acted like a bucket of ice water. He jerked back violently, sweat pouring down his flushed face despite the AC's chill.
"Vivian, I—Christ, I don't know what came over me." His hands shook as he wiped his mouth. "Pretend this never happened."
The fear in his eyes wasn't directed at me—but at the monster he'd discovered within himself.
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