June sat frozen on the far end of the couch, knees pulled tight to her chest, looking smaller than Ethan had ever seen her. The oversized hoodie she had quickly thrown back on after her stream suddenly seemed like the only armor she had left. Her face was pale, eyes wide with panic as Ethan held up his phone again and pressed play on the short clip.
The sound of her own voice filled the living room, breathy, and completely unrecognizable from the quiet girl he had lived with for the past six years.
“Oh f**k… yes Daddy… I’m such a dirty little slut for you…”
June’s hands started shaking in her lap. “Ethan… please. Delete that. I’m begging you.”
Ethan leaned back against the couch cushions, trying to look more confident than he actually felt. His heart was pounding almost as hard as her
