Keep going, pet. I can’t feel my balls on your chin, yet.
You can’t escape me, kitten. My hold on your legs, your neck, your heart, your being…is far too strong.
Take every inch.
Until you can barely take it at all.
My thrusts will do their best to push you across the room.
But you’re not going anywhere.
Daddy’s needs aren’t always easily contained.
My kisses will pull you from the waters that seek to drown you in misery.
You are mine.
And that goes deeper than simply serving me.
Because every breath is mine, and I give it as a gift.
The word “No” is reserved solely for when daddy asks if you touched yourself without permission.
I need more of this in my life