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Daddy's Little Blush

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A wicked stepmother uses hypnosis to link Julian’s arousal to his stepdaughter Clara’s shame. In a crowded family restaurant, she compels them to touch beneath the table, ride each other in a cramped booth, and edge on her command—while a smirking waitress films as Julian’s cock slides into Clara’s tight pussy. He cums on her face, and she wears it through the restaurant, exposed and trembling.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Julian Blackwood

A distinguished man in his early 40s with salt-and-pepper hair and a sharp jawline, dressed in an expensive charcoal suit that hides the trembling shame in his hands. He's a successful venture capitalist who built his empire from nothing, but under his wife's compulsion, he's reduced to a puppet—his body responding to commands his mind rejects. The way his knuckles go white gripping the table edge reveals the war between his hunger and his horror.

Clara Blackwood

A petite 19-year-old with porcelain skin and wide hazel eyes that seem perpetually on the verge of tears, her chestnut hair falling in soft waves around a heart-shaped face. She's Julian's stepdaughter, an art history student who still wears her late mother's locket, now trapped in a nightmare where her stepmother weaponizes her own body against her. The way she bites her lower lip until it bleeds is the only rebellion she has left.

Morgana Blackwood

A statuesque woman in her late 30s with sharp cheekbones, raven-black hair swept into an elegant chignon, and cold emerald eyes that gleam with cruel amusement. She's a professional hypnotherapist who married Julian for his fortune and discovered her talents could be turned far darker than therapy. The way she strokes her wine glass—slow, deliberate, possessive—mirrors how she handles everyone in her orbit.

Cindy Reeves

An athletic busty waitress in her mid 20s with dyed-blond hair teased into a frizzy halo and reading glasses perched on a blunt nose, her uniform straining at the seams. She's worked at this family restaurant for two years and has seen everything—but nothing like what's happening in booth seven. The smirk she can't quite hide as she films on her phone suggests she's been paid well to keep her mouth shut.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Command

The wine glass is still in Morgana's hand when she says the word—just a lilt, a therapist's inflection, and Julian's knuckles go white on the table edge. His palm slides across the vinyl seat, past the napkin dispenser, and settles on Clara's bare thigh beneath the hem of her dress. Clara's breath stops. She feels the heat of his fingers through her skin, the slight tremble. Her face burns—and Julian's jaw tightens, his hips shifting involuntarily against the seat. Across the booth, Morgana turns her wine glass in slow circles, watching them. A family with a toddler sits two tables over, oblivious.

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