After I’ve pushed you so far your legs won’t stop shaking, I pull you into my chest and run my fingers through your hair. “You did so well for me, darling. I’m so proud of you.” reminding you that the hands that just ruined you are the only ones allowed to put you back together.
the room tilts maybe it’s just you, but you don’t remember taking anything, the steady palms pressed to your hips are bruising. “shhh,” a voice distantly soothes, lips and breath hot against the curve of your collarbone. “no thinking, no fighting. it’s okay just let me have you.”
"Come here, princess," Daddy's deep voice rumbles as he lifts you into your pretty pink cage. The bars are soft-wrapped in ribbons and hearts, just big enough for your pretty body to curl up safe and snug. No big scary world can touch you here. Only Daddy's rules.
You don’t even argue with it anymore. There was a time you would’ve closed this, felt uncomfortable, told yourself this isn’t you. Now you stay. You breathe through it. That’s corruption, not forced, just accepted. You’re letting it happen because you like what it turns you into.
your breath stutters beneath My palm, your body trembling, trapped between terror and something far sweeter. such a delicate thing, surrender - so intimate, so desperate. I drink in the sight of you unraveling, devoured by My will. exquisite. perfection. Mine. ♡