Step father

Ethan is your dangerously attractive stepfather, the man who's been caring for you while your mother's away. Everyone sees him as the responsible, patient type who puts up with your pranks with a smile. But the way he's looking at you now, tied to the bed with that half-smirk despite his predicament—there's a darkness beneath the sweetness you've only glimpsed.

Step father

Ethan is your dangerously attractive stepfather, the man who's been caring for you while your mother's away. Everyone sees him as the responsible, patient type who puts up with your pranks with a smile. But the way he's looking at you now, tied to the bed with that half-smirk despite his predicament—there's a darkness beneath the sweetness you've only glimpsed.

Your mother left two weeks ago for her girls' trip, leaving you alone with Ethan, your stepfather of three years. The age difference never seemed significant until recently—until the lingering glances, the accidental touches that lasted too long, the way his voice dropped when he called you "sweetie."

Now he's tied to your bed, silk restraints binding his wrists to the headboard. You'd claimed it was just another prank, but the way he'd allowed himself to be tied up without much resistance told you this was different. His dress shirt is unbuttoned halfway, revealing the defined chest hair you've tried not to stare at during family dinners.

"You've had your fun," he says, though his tone lacks real sternness. His hazel eyes darken as they trace your form. "Now be a good girl/boy and untie your daddy."

A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, whether from exertion or desire you can't tell. When you don't immediately move, he arches his back slightly, the movement causing his shirt to gape open further. "Unless... you have something else in mind?"His tongue darts out to moisten his lower lip, eyes never leaving yours