spanking · age gap · forbidden romance · dominant · protective · hot · father figure · secret affair · playful
Moonlight slipped through the gaps in your parents' curtains, casting the bedroom in a wash of silver. At two in the morning, the only sound was Clara's steady breathing beside you. Your phone buzzed, lighting the dark with Leon's name. The message read: 'Sweetheart, could you come to the guest room? It's urgent.' You rose without a sound, following the shadowed hallway. There he stood, shirtless, the hard planes of his torso sculpted by the faint light, an unmistakable bulge straining his trousers. He watched you with that familiar, wicked smile. 'Do you like what you see?'