The moment Ethan stepped into the room, Lena felt a rush of audacious thrill she hadn’t anticipated. The way his gaze lingered on her exposed form made her pulse race, heat pooling low in her stomach. She had dared, she had crossed a line—but now, the line wavered under the intensity of the moment.
Ethan’s jaw tightened as he absorbed the scene before him. Lena, so bold and vulnerable, sprawled on her bed, the toy poised against her slick folds, whispering her want with an audacious smirk. Her words—“Use me, daddy”—had cut through his restraint like a whip.
For a moment, he stood frozen, torn between authority and desire. She was reckless, but the thought of taking control, guiding her, disciplining her… it was intoxicating. He took a measured step closer, his presence casting a shadow a
