Your caress was slow and deliberate.
You wanted me to know what was coming.
You wanted me to ache for you.
This wasn’t about punishment, I had been a Good Girl.
It wasn’t about maintenance, tonight I was full of want, not war.
It wasn’t even about sex, though we both knew that was how this would end. It was how this always ended. How it had to end.
But it wasn’t what it was about.
This was about the way your hand moved to the small of my back, and said “I’ve Got You” without a single word.
This was about the connection.
Your hand bruising my body, hitting my heart, striking my soul.
About you impacting me over and over… until my soul is as shiny as my eyes, bright, beautiful, brimming with pain.
My cheeks slowly becoming Pink Lady apples taunting you for a bite.
“Fuck. Little Girl. You have no idea how delicious you smell.”
You push me forward, and move behind me. I feel your nose running along my skin.
I hear you inhale and groan.
“Fucking filthy beautiful horny little slut.”
Your teeth grab hold and you suck, I buck against you, but you don’t let go until you know you’ve marked me.
“Mmmm. Now show me what’s mine,” you say as you move my panties down, slowly, building my burn back up.
“Thought so. Nice and slick and so ready for me. I’m ready too, Kitten. Daddy fucking needs you. Needs this.”
No restraints holding me in place but the restraint you demand from within me.
My Daddy. My Dom. My Home.
You take it slow, making me feel the drag. Walls giving way to wonderful.
Cock connecting, cunt clenching, cum cascading, claim contracting.
My cervix taking as many as it can for the team. Our team.
What this was always about.
“You ready for a baby, baby?”
You want to hear me say it.
I want to fucking say it.
“Yes, Daddy. Fuck, Daddy. I need it, Daddy.”
“What, good girl? What do you need?”
I can’t say all the words. Just the one that matters.
