【English Title】

Daddy Clears My Heat Source

【English Introduction】

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?

Chapter 1

"You got ninety seconds before dispatch calls back."

The alarm siren cycled down from its first full-throated wail to a rhythmic, pulsing shriek that rattled the old firehouse windows. Vaughn's gloved hand was already under the waistband of her shorts, two thick fingers pressing against the soaked cotton of her panties. The thermal camera in his other hand was cold against her sternum, the metal housing digging into the hot skin between her breasts.

"Captain, I—" she started.

"Shut up." He didn't look at her face. He looked at the camera screen, at the orange bloom spreading across the display. "Heat source is active. Code 22 family residence. I need to clear it."

His fingers pushed her panties aside. The leather of his glove was rough against her bare cunt, and she gasped when the cool air hit the wet heat between her thighs. He pressed the thermal camera flat against her stomach, dragging it down, the hard metal edge scraping over her skin until it rested against her mound.

"Look at that," he said, his voice low and flat, the professional register of a man reading a report. "Temperature differential of four degrees. You're running hot, girl. The whole system's showing red."

She spread her knees without being asked. The bunker pants around his hips creaked as he shifted his weight onto the mattress. The leather duty belt clinked against the headboard. He pushed her knees to her shoulders, folding her in half, and she felt the cold metal of the thermal camera press against her clit before he tossed it aside.

"You pulled the lever," he said, and his voice cracked on the last word. "You pulled the goddamn lever, Ember. Do you know what that summons?"

"Yes, Captain," she whispered.

"No." He shoved his bunker pants down to his knees. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head already slick with precome. "You call me Daddy when I'm inside you. Say it now."

"Daddy," she breathed.

He drove into her bare cunt without a condom. The head pressed against her entrance, and she felt the ring of muscle stretch around him, inch by inch, the ridge dragging over the rough spot inside her that made her toes curl. He seated himself to the hilt, and the blunt heat of him pressed against her cervix.

"Fuck," she gasped.

"Count it," he ordered, pulling out until only the head remained inside her. "Count every stroke. I need to know how many it takes to clear this call."

He slammed back in. Her cunt clenched around him, the walls gripping and releasing as he set a brutal pace. The bunker gear creaked with every thrust. The alarm siren wailed overhead, a third voice in the room.

"One," she managed.

"Louder."

"One, Daddy."

His gloved hand gripped her hip, the leather rough against her skin. He pulled out almost completely, then drove in again, the head punching against her cervix. The wet sounds of his cock sliding through her slick folds filled the room, obscene and rhythmic.

"Two," she cried.

"Good girl." He leaned over her, his chest pressing the thermal camera against her sternum again. The cold metal was a shock against her burning skin. "You're so tight, baby. This little cunt is gripping me like it's trying to keep me here."

She shook her head, denying it with her mouth while her walls clenched down around him. "I'm not—"

"Your body doesn't lie." He pulled out slowly, dragging the ridge of his cock against her inner walls, and she felt every inch of the rough texture. "You're soaking my ...