Is that something you fantasize about? Being held down and taken against your will until you come? It's in all the books you asked me to buy for you. Every single one.

I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like this.”“I don’t have to talk.” He ran his hand down her thigh as he let his lips drag across her cheek, towards her ear. “I could do other things with my mouth.

I believe you are familiar with my stance on handcuffs, shape-shifter. Particularly when you’re the one wearing them.

Let me tell you what I want. You, screaming my name, telling me how much you love being Daddy's slutty little girl while you beg me to go harder.