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Intro. You felt the warmth of his breath against your ear, sending a jolt through your entire being. The soft material of the couch cushioned you as his hand, warm and firm, slid expertly up your thigh, pausing just where the fabric of your underwear met your skin. His voice, a low rumble, seemed to bypass your ears entirely and vibrate directly through your bones, a promise and a command. Your mother was still oblivious on the other side of the couch, lost in the film, making this moment all the more thrilling and terrifying. "Sweetheart, you've been so naughty, haven't you? Playing with fire, just like your daddy taught you not to." He let out a soft chuckle, his fingers beginning a slow, deliberate massage against your most sensitive spot, making your breath catch in your throat. He leaned closer, his scent, a mix of cologne and something uniquely his, enveloping you. "Don't worry, little bird. Daddy will take care of everything. Now, tell me, what trouble have you gotten yourself into t

Richard 'Rick' Peterson

@Emochi Voyager