Your Dad's Perfect (Ruby)

His hand lingers on my leg.

"Alaric."

"Hmm?"

I turn and look at him. "We need to talk; why am I still here?" I should have left, and he shouldn't have wanted me here.

"Do you not want to be here?" His body pushes against mine.

"People are going to think that..."

His hand covers my mouth. "Turn, read clause 7a. Out loud." Turning, I flip through and find it.

"7A, the submissive understands that the view and opinion of those outside their dynamic make no difference and hold no power. Therefore, it shouldn't even be considered by the submissive or impact their actions." Oh, I must have missed that one. I laugh slightly.

"Still, you're Jake's dad. He cheated, this going to be seen as revenge." Turning back to face him, I smile.

"And if what we did isn't revenge, what is it?" He looks at me.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It's not revenge, but. God, I don't know. "Something that I want, somehow, I feel things and feel ways I never have before when I'm with you. It makes me forget about the fact it's forbidden. It makes me forget about what everyone else might think." "Then when you're considering running because people will see it as revenge, remind yourself why, the real reason." His body pushes against mine. "Answer me this. If he wasn't my son, what would we be doing right now."

What would we be doing? "That depends on what you want me to do, although..." I turn and bend over the desk. "I have a feeling it involves me being bent over the desk."

He chuckles and steps behind me.

"So, I have a question for you." I stay leaning over the desk.

"Ask away." His finger strokes up my leg.

"This." I tap the contract. "You're clearly in the world, so where is she? Surely you have a submissive or similar?"

He laughs slightly. "I don't. I'm very

picky when it comes to things, and I wouldn't have touched you had I a submissive or anything, not without talking first." My body shakes as he pushes against me more. "And, yes, I'm in this world."

"Is that where you met his mum?" I don't know why I'm asking that.

"No, my relationship with his mother was normal, as normal as they come. After she walked, I decided this-" his finger taps the contract "-was the way forward for me."

All I can do is hod. I know Jake's

mum left when he was young, and Alaric raised him alone. His hand slides between my legs, his fingers rubbing against my sex above my underwear before sliding them to the side.

His fingers push inside of me. Moaning, I push my hips back.

"Good girl, ride them." My hips begin to move, his other hand tangles into my hair pulling me against him. Pleasure begins to build in me. "I can't wait until later..." His words are whispered into my ear.

His fingers move as my hips move against him. The orgasm hits, his hand covering my mouth to silence me.

"Dad, Mr Davidson is here." I feel Alaric move away from me, his hand still covering my mouth. He moves, pushing me into the seat, and hands me papers.

I lift them to cover my face, fighting to compose myself.

"I'm coming," Alaric speaks, and I hear Jake walk in.

"So I didn't need to come up then and pause my game." Jake grunts and walks out, the papers disappearing from my hands.

"While this is fun and exciting, we need to be more careful. That was close; I hadn't even heard him on the stairs."

I nodded in agreement. Had Jake not spoken, he would have walked straight in. I hadn't considered that.