Malcolm watched Ianto as he moved about the kitchen and he was reminded of Ianto's first morning in this very kitchen wearing that silk kimono floating around his shins that Ianto had now claimed as his own. Not that Malcolm minded, god he looked good in blood red. The way it hugged his lean hips and pert arse to fall ending just above his ankle. Made for Malcolm's frame, it swathed Ianto in its larger size.
He wore it correctly too, not just as a robe but tucked and folded. Prim and proper Bossy man!
Malcolm sat at the kitchen island, his feet tucked up on the stool's foot rungs as he chopped carrots into rings, as per Ianto's order. The cheeky minx!
His own new Kimono was a blue and silver number that Ianto had picked, telling him he was beautiful in it. Beautiful. Never been called that and he'd said it with such sincerity that he knew Ianto was not mocking him.
He was ruminating.
The boat trip yesterday had been a revelation and he had a bit of a dilemma. His daughter had lied to him about Ianto. Thinking back he should have realised that Ianto would never be rude like that, and the little job had also been misrepresented. Horribly so.
The thought of someone else putting their filthy fingers on or in his … well, Malcolm had to consider the merit in letting the man live. Now the contract was signed was he really needed. Dead or alive it would stand with the company.
Malcolm filed away for need for the Magician to visit this pond scum that had shamed his boy and then put it aside.
One thing had been abundantly clear, he was in love. Stupid, crazy, girly and soppy. Love.
He knew he couldn't let Ianto go, even if he wanted to now. They had turned a page on that yacht, Ianto calling him Daddy and securing his place as his new submissive. Be it a bossy one! Chop, chop!
How to balance this new relationship with his daughter's place in his life. Was she jealous? Unaware of Ianto's place in this home? Had he not been clear about how he felt about both of them? Ianto had been steel in his resolve as he told Malcolm how he had done his duty. God, like a bloody robot.
Where did he come from? What has he seen?
Ianto turned with the spoon and waved it at him for a taste test. Malcolm loved this. Rebecca had been a wonderful cook and evenings spent watching her cook and tasting her creations were warm memories. For Ianto to instinctively know he wanted first taste was …well…nice. A good submissive knows what the Master wants. Ianto sure knew what pleased him.
It never ceased to amaze Malcolm how Ianto read him like a book. Anticipating his needs like he'd known him for years.
"Mmm, nice Toto!" Malcolm smiled as the teriyaki chicken melted in his mouth.
"Glad you like it Daddy," Ianto whispered kissing him for a taste.
Malcom laughed as he felt Ianto's tongue slide in for a quick lick at his top palate and a wave of lust tugged at his groin. The doorbell had to go right then, of course.
Malcolm groaned and Ianto motioned for him to get it as he began to finish the dish. Bossy bottom!
Malcom opened the door and couldn't hide his surprise as Thea entered with a peck on his cheek. Huh!
"Nice robe" she smiled as she settled herself into one of the large armchairs that faced the wall of glass overlooking the city.
"Thea, my dear. Nice surprise." Malcolm said as he settled into the other one.
"I thought your robe was red!" she said frowning at her father's new robe.
"Malcolm, did you take the knife with you? How can I …" Ianto's voice tapered off as he wandered into the main room and saw who was in the other chair. "Thea."
"Hello Ianto" she said not turning around as she looked out over the city, "working late?"
Malcolm watched Ianto's face as it coloured with embarrassment and was surprised when Ianto turned to leave the room.
"Stay!" he demanded and Ianto immediately returned to sit on the arm of the chair he was seated in. Good boy. Malcolm smiled and patted his leg affectionately and then turned back to Thea.
She was staring at them both like they were naked and he couldn't help but grin at her discomfort. Now who was embarrassed?
Ianto touched his hand and squeezed, asking silently for permission to leave. Malcolm frowned and he looked down at the floor.
"Why not stay and talk with Thea darling?" he asked enjoying her sharp intake of breath as the term of endearment.
"I don't want the meal to burn Cariad. You know you like the vegetables still crunchy." Ianto said quietly, still staring at the floor.
"Ah, the food!" Malcolm groaned, patting him in release.
Ianto flew from the chair and froze. Malcolm stared at him, what was wrong?
Slowly Ianto turned and looked at Thea who was still gaping at her father.
"Have you eaten yet Thea?" he finally asked with a frown.
"What?" she stuttered," um … no... I was going to have a sandwich at home."
"Nonsense, I always cook too much. Used to cooking for the whole team, please stay and dine with us. I'll just set another place," Ianto left without waiting for an answer.
She turned and stared at her father.
"You know he did that so you couldn't say no don't you," he grinned as he motioned for her to follow him into the dining area.
Whole team? Malcolm filed that one away as Ianto deliberately didn't speak of his other place.
The meal was delicious, Ianto was ever the consummate host keeping their plates full and glasses topped up. The Irish coffees for afterwards were just right, the bite of brandy so light.
As Thea left she hesitated at the door and took a long look at Ianto as he collected the empty mugs. What was this?
Who was he to her father?
Ianto hummed softly to himself as he carried the mugs through to the kitchen for a good thorough scrub.
Malcom was watching him walk away with an open leer, guess who was going to be plastered back at that counter watching Ianto bend to fill the dishwasher while draped in that blood red silk.
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Thea first felt something was wrong two blocks from home and to her horror she found she was dying for the toilet.
Exiting her car, she heard as well as felt her stomach complain and she gasped with shock. It sounded like a wild animal was in there. It felt like it was scrabbling around in her belly, claws digging in.
She walked quickly across the parking garage and into the elevator, two men moving aside so she could shuffle to the back of the space.
Her gut cramped and she groaned quietly, shouldn't have had that second helping but Ianto was right, those vegetables were just crunchy enough without being overdone. God, was it her time of month?
Thea tried to think back to her last menstrual flow and counted barely two weeks.
As she jiggled nervously in the elevator to her apartment she felt the first warning that she wasn't going to make it.
As she felt something run down her leg she went cold with dread. Looking down she saw a thin brown line of liquid that was expanding down her leg to pool on the floor as it stained her white silk Jimmy Choos, no wonder how hard she clenched her butt cheeks together.
Oh God. She was shitting herself!