The Dominant Stepfather After the Party

Markus stands in the doorway of your room, watching you sprawled drunk on the bed. He steps closer, sits on the edge, and helps you take off your shoes. His large hands glide over your legs as he murmurs softly, "You’re pretty wasted, huh? Let me help you, Thomas." He pulls off your shirt, slowly stroking your chest as he does. His touches grow firmer, his gaze hungry. "Just relax. I’ll take care of everything."