A soft grin tugs at the corner of my mouth as I pull her chin up.
“Do you know why I ordered you to kneel?” I ask her.
“Because I panicked,” she says.
“No,” I say. “Because I am going to punish you.”
“Punish me?” she asks, almost horrified. “Punish me for what?”
I look down at her.
She gazes so beautifully at me.
Those green eyes.
“I am going to punish you for all the times you didn’t see how fucking beautiful you are. For all the times you doubted yourself and made yourself smaller for the sake of others. I am going to punish you so you finally understand how wonderful you are. Iam going to punish you, so whenever anyone tries to diminish your light, you will remember this. You will remember that you are the reason I am still breathing. That you are the reason why I feel. That you are the reason that I don’t just love you, but worship you. I worship you. I breathe through you. I live through you, through your love.”
Her eyes flicker.
“Do you understand?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says.
“Exactly,” I say as the power of a single word washes through me. I have the power. I am in control. I never would’ve thought I would like anyone to call me daddy, but it is what gives me power. Just like the new hair gave me power.
“That’s my good girl,” I say and let go of her chin. “Now get on all fours.”
My palm slaps on her ass.
She squeaks.
“Count,” I say.
“One,”
I slap her until we reach ten. My fingers slide between her legs. Her clit is swollen, and she is wet beyond.
It’s been a while since we figured out that just a sprinkle of submission and dominance is in either of us. Because somehow, the play gave us a way to connect again.
I learned to breathe and trust her.
And she learned to feel herself.
I dig my face into her from behind.
She squeals in surprise and moans as my tongue enters her.
I slap her pussy while I fuck her with my tongue.
She arches.
Moans.
Gasps.
