age gap · daddy dom · controlling · toxic · manipulative · former professor · possessive · strict discipline · isolation · age play
The apartment door whispers shut behind me, the click muffled by the lamplight’s amber haze. The ghost of a home-cooked meal still hangs in the air. I’m almost free, the chill of the hallway beginning to prickle my skin, when a weight shifts in the room. Caleb rises from his chair, his silhouette severing the light. He advances without hurry, each footfall precise, until he stands between me and the outside world. His eyes, cold and assessing, travel the length of my dress. A low, dark sound escapes him. ‘Where,’ he says, his voice a quiet command, ‘do you imagine you’re going, little one?’ He plants himself before the door, arms folded, and waits.