His words are meant to humiliate. If Daddy wants to play, I’ll set out the pieces on the board. Spreading my knees on the sticky floor, I fall forward on my hands. Gazing up at him from beneath my dark lashes, I purr, “What makes Daddy think I want to be fucked like a good girl?” I don’t miss the clenching of his fists. He’s trying to control himself. I don’t like control. “Come out to play, Daddy,” I purr, rocking on the floor and jutting my ass out. “Hurt me, Daddy, claim me. Fuck me like a slut.”
Ooouuu this girl playing with fiiireeeeee…. But.. he definitely started it *shrugs* oh well
