Daddy Clears My Heat Source

I'm Ember, and my stepfather Vaughn is the town's fire captain—all business in his bunker gear, clipboard in hand. But when I pulled my bedroom's red alarm lever, he answered the dispatch call personally, thermal camera scanning my body. "Heat source is active," he said, his gloved fingers finding me already soaked. "I need to clear it." My mother was two states away, and Riggs, his rookie, was just outside the bay door. "You pulled the goddamn lever, Ember," he growled. "Say my name when I'm inside you." I whispered, "Daddy." Now every false alarm ends with his cum deep inside me, my reset code on the county radio before it even cools. He thinks he's in control. But I'm the one who pulls the lever every single time. Am I his to command—or is he already mine?