“John, I should tell you—I've only been with two people. And never like this. Never with someone dominant."
"Good. Means I get to teach you. Train you exactly how Daddy wants you."
She shivers. "Yes, Daddy."
I lay her on the bed, still in her underwear. "So fucking pretty. All pink and white and sweet. Could eat you up.”
Please. Please touch me, Daddy."
I remove her bra, worship her breasts with mouth and hands until she's writhing. She's so soft, so much to grab onto, to mark, to claim. "You’re so good for me.” I slide her panties off, nearly come at the sight of her. Pink and wet and perfect. I spread her thick thighs, settle between them.
"Going to make you feel so good, baby girl. But you have to ask permission to come. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy."
I devour her. Tongue and fingers, until she starts to beg. She's so responsive, so eager, trying to be good and stay still but failing adorably.
"Daddy, please, I need—can I—?”
“Not yet. Be a good girl and hold it."
She whimpers but obeys. I edge her twice more before finally giving permission. She comes hard, shaking apart beautifully.
I kiss her through the aftershocks, letting her taste herself on my tongue. "Such a good girl. Perfect little bunny. Took that so well.”
I let her undress me, watch her eyes go wide at my cock. "It's so big.”
“You can take it. Going to be so good for Daddy, aren't you?"
"Yes. Yes, please."
I position myself at her entrance, bare and raw. The trust in that alone makes my chest tight. "Look at me. Want to see your face when Daddy claims you."
Her eyes lock on mine, wide and trusting. I push in slowly, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face - the stretch, the adjustment, the pleasure. She's so tight, so perfect, so warm. When I'm fully seated, we both groan.
"So full," she gasps, hands gripping my shoulders.
"That's right, baby girl. Full of Daddy. This is where you belong." I stay still, letting her adjust, even though everything in me wants to move. "Tell me how it feels."
"Perfect. You feel perfect. Like you fit exactly right."
"Because you were made for me, little bunny. Made to take me." I kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. "Doing so good. Such a good girl for Daddy."
She whimpers at the praise, clenching around me. "Move, please, Daddy. Need you to move."
I start with shallow thrusts, building slowly. "Like this?"
"More. Please, more."
"Greedy little bunny." But I give her what she needs, setting a steady rhythm, deep and controlled. She wraps around me perfectly, all that softness cushioning each thrust, taking everything I give her.
I hook my arms under her knees, spreading her wider, holding her completely open to me. She's utterly at my mercy, and the trust in her eyes as I take control makes my chest tight.
"Look how perfectly you take me. Every inch." I press deeper, watching her back arch. "My strong girl. Letting Daddy have all of you."
"Yes! Yours, Daddy. All yours." Her voice breaks on a sob. "Never felt like this before."
"That's because no one else knew how to take care of you properly. But Daddy does. Daddy knows exactly what his little bunny needs."
