“Tell me you’re sorry.” A tear rolls down her cheek, even as the sides of her mouth tip up in a small smile, “I’m sorry.” “Tell me you won’t do that again. You won’t make me worry like that.” She nods, “I won’t worry you, again.” “Tell me you’ll be a good girl.” “I’ll be a good girl for Daddy. I promise.” “Fuck.” This is so depraved. So fucked up. So goddamn hot.
