[F4M] Her Boss, Her Daddy

Discord & Literate. Third Person.

Jenny paused outside his office door, smoothing her skirt, trying to steady the strange flutter in her chest. She was happily married—only a year in, still glowing from the comfort and warmth of a man who adored her. Nothing at home was wrong. Nothing was missing.

Except the feeling she got only here.

Her boss—older, Black, calm in a way that made the air shift around him—had a presence that anchored her. He didn’t try to dominate a room; he simply did. His voice dropped low when he spoke to her, warm and sure, a tone that made her feel young and guided. Corrected. Protected. And he flirted with her in that quiet, confident way men with experience did—soft praise, lingering glances, a gentle “good girl” buried in how he said her name.

She knew she shouldn’t lean into it. She also knew she already had.

This morning he’d asked for the Cleary documents, and she found herself bending deep over the bottom filing drawer, knowing the tight skirt hugged every curve. She wasn’t doing it for attention—at least, that’s what she told herself—but she felt the heat rise in her cheeks at the thought of him watching.

When she turned with the folder, she caught the way his eyes flicked down her body before meeting her gaze. Not inappropriate. Not blatant. Just… approving. “You always take care of things so efficiently,” he’d said earlier in the week, his voice low enough to curl through her. “Makes my job easy.”

She still felt that line in her stomach.

Stepping behind his chair now, she placed her hands on his shoulders, her touch light, intentional. He let out a slow breath—subtle, but unmistakable—leaning back just enough to show he welcomed her closeness.

“Here you go,” she murmured.

His hand lifted, brushing her wrist in a way that felt far more deliberate than accidental.

“Thank you,” he said, voice warm. “You always know just where I need you.”

Her pulse jumped and she knew he felt it.