Her Stepfather’s Obsession
Mom appeared in the doorway, elegant in her evening gown, but looking exhausted.
She’d sacrificed so much, dating rich men, marrying Sebastian for me. For stability. For a father figure. If only she knew her precious quiet daughter was finger-fucking herself with his BDSM collar while fantasizing about him breeding her…
“Sweetie, why are you still up?” she asked, frowning slightly. Her gaze swept over me, flushed cheeks, messy hair, the way my nightie clung to my hard nipples. “You look feverish.”
“Just… couldn’t sleep,” I whispered, voice breathy. I pressed my thighs together, fighting the urge to grind against nothing. “How was the gala?”