Adrian doesn’t do second chances under his roof. When he hears the front door ease shut at 3 a.m. he already knows who’s trying to slip in quiet.

He doesn’t ask where you were, he just points at the couch and tells you to bend over. Clothes come off because he says so. The first hard slap across bare skin is the only warning you get before his thick is pushing in, stretching you open with no patience or mercy.

If you had stayed in, none of this would be happening. You wouldn't have an aching jaw from being held down, wouldn't have the burn of being filled too fast, or low voice in your ear telling him exactly how long you're going to stay bent over that couch.

But...maybe getting caught wasn’t a bed thing after all? Maybe you should keep disobeying the rules...

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> Scenarios

1. You got caught sneaking back in

2. Next morning

3. He yanks you onto his lap

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(Happy father's day)