Stepbrother Claims It All (Leo's Harem)
And he was there already.
Master was setting the table, placing polished silverware with precise movements. His back was to me, the muscles in his shoulders shifting under his thin grey t-shirt. My breath hitched.
I went to him, stopping just behind his shoulder. I could smell the clean, soapy scent of him. God I love his scent!
"Good morning, Master," I whispered, the forbidden title a thrilling secret on my tongue.
He moved so fast I barely saw it. One large hand snaked back and smacked my ass, it echoed softly in the large room.