she’s mine. my perfect little plaything, my sweetest little doll, always ready, always willing, always waiting for me to take what i want
she doesn’t ask when i pull her into my lap and spread her legs, doesn’t question it when i bend her over the kitchen counter in the middle of making breakfast, doesn’t resist when i slide my hands under her dress while she’s on the phone, teasing her, ruining her, making her struggle to keep her voice steady
she knows her body is no longer her own. it’s mine to use, mine to enjoy, mine to fuck whenever, however, and wherever i please
she lets me take her half-asleep in the morning, soft and pliant, whimpering drowsily as i stretch her open. she lets me use her in the shower, pressing her up against the cool tile, filling her up before she’s even properly awake. she lets me fuck her in passing, pulling her against me, lifting her skirt, sinking inside without a word
she never knows when it’s coming. never knows if i’ll take her slow and lazy, savoring every little gasp and shiver, or if i’ll bend her over whatever surface is closest, forcing her to take it, making her whimper and sob as i use her like the filthy little fucktoy she is
but that’s the beauty of it. she doesn’t need to know. she doesn’t need to think. she just needs to be good for me. to keep herself ready, to let me have her whenever the urge strikes, to take whatever i give her and thank me when i’m done.
because she’s mine. and mine alone
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