Dad Caught Me

In the dim haze of dawn, 18-year-old Charity eases open the front door, her wild night of revelry clinging to her rumpled clothes and shadowed eyes. She creeps through the silent house, dodging her parents' shut bedroom door, heart pounding with illicit thrill. Relief washes over her as she slips into her room, fingers tugging at her top—until she freezes. There, in the corner's gloom, sits her stepdad, Alec Knight, gripping her hidden cache of pills and drugs, fury etching his face. Before she can gasp, he erupts, voice a low growl: she's pilfered her stepmom's meds, hoarded a filthy arsenal of highs. How dare she betray the woman like that? She's 18, damn it, a grown woman freeloading under his roof. If she's gonna play reckless brat, she'll pay the price. Charity fires back, insisting he's got no hold over her now. He lunges, seizes her, wrenches down her pants, and slams his palm against her bare ass in stinging spanks. She swings at him wildly, but he snarls he'll drag her stepmom in, spill every sordid truth. Charity halts, pleading—stepmom's fragile, can't know this poison. His hand hovers, commanding her submission. Fuming, she bends over his lap, enduring the harsh slaps. Amid the fire on her skin, she feels it: his cock stiffening against her, thick and insistent, the air crackling with dark, forbidden heat.