Military dad who adds polishing his boots to your list of chores and wonders why you get so excited. They're always spotless, but he never actually sees you cleaning them. One day he gets off early and comes home to the sound of soft moans and the sound of slick against leather
i need to be talked in a certain way like right now
"you poor thing"
"its okay puppy you didn't know better"
" no no like this not like that"
"pup you know you cant do that by yourself let me help"
"youre doing so good baby, im so proud of you"
Squeezing that pretty little throat of yours so tight that you’re on the brink of consciousness, feeling every ounce of pleasure I’m giving you without being able to fight it or wriggle away. Unable to form a single thought, all you can do is let me use you for my own pleasure.
"Rape? This isn't rape, stupid fucking girl. I saw you touching and sniffing Papa's underwear. This icky cunt of yours needs it, right? You need an adult to correct this stupid little attitude of yours. Look at you, fucking pathetic, the way your eyes roll back. You love this."