A Dominant. An Owner. A Daddy.A Sir.A Mister.A Wolf.
A big giant fucking softie when it comes down to it. The power you yield is downright pathetic when I think about it. It becomes very obvious to me in those little moments like when you get done working out and you tell me you are"hot and sweaty" and I immediately grab my dick on the outside of my jeans and squirm just a bit in a chair. Aching for your feel and the taste of yourself, seeing the wet hair stuck to your neck like I just fucked The Living Daylights out of you. The hair as I know it is win "hot and sweaty".
It is the smell when you walk in front of me that permeates the air as you leave it behind seeping into my lungs, then my heart, and eventually my soul. It is that sounds you make when you come hard and beg me for your orgasm or this pride in your voice when I come hard for you. It is the way you react when my eyes are violating your subconscious, my right leg over your left with my cock inside you pounding you deep and I see in your eyes I am hitting the spot,and then you cum for daddy.
These hands May choke you while I fuck you. They may slap your right across the face and tits, as I penetrate your Sacred Garden. They may put bruises all over your ass for the next week. But who are we kidding? These hands, this body, and everything in it is all yours and always has been since the day I said I love you. I may be your wolf. But I am a sheep too.
But only for you.
