When that submissive girl inside you comes out to play, there is very little I can do to contain my inner counter part.
I try, but it's that desire to be owned I see in you that crushes any willpower I thought I had to be anything but your daddy.
Your smile is what kills me. The excitement in your eyes, to be taken, when I am so far in the opposite direction myself.
You crawl over to me, bend over, and you ask for bruises.
You do so in a way that makes me know you need it, not want it. I am struck by the Paradox when I know I'd never ask the same for myself so to see this need in you drives me absolutely crazy inside. My little angel wants to be broken down and she is asking me and every single way she can to do it to her.
So I do.
I have to.
I pull you close and I slap your pussy and grab it like I mean it I bend you over and make you red as a rose, knowing full well you will remember me every time you sit down in the days to come. Each time you shower, after you dry off, you'll get wet again between your legs remembering I made you smile, cry, but above all, that you felt complete and total vulnerability with me.
You are at home. You found your space. you need some care now.
I am blessed to Just Lead You.
TRD
The Romantic Dominant
