“Wake up, princess,” I murmured, gripping her jaw gently. “Daddy needs your pretty mouth.” I held her head steady, sliding deeper into the warm, wet heat of her throat while she blinked up at me, dazed and already drooling. “That’s it, babygirl… let Daddy use you,”
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.