Feed your addiction, little girl. It isn’t going away, and you’re not going to escape me. So indulge it. Embrace it. Take what you can while I let you. For soon you will awaken my addiction, and then you will know what it means to be used.
Worship suits you, pet.
No kitten, I don’t want to cuddle or kiss.
My needs are far more primal tonight.
Each thrust will remind you of the strength you serve; each deep intrusion will claim you a little more.
I will claim you in ways that defy words and can only be expressed in primal gasps and feral moans.
Daddy’s little fucktoy.