You’re such a pain in the ass.

So much fucking attitude. Sass.

Sass every fucking day. Drink your water. Do your chores. Put the fucking ice cream back in the freezer for godsakes. And all I get in return is backtalk. Blah blah blah. “Don’t tell me what to do.” “I know where it goes, I’m just choosing not to put it there.” “Don’t you know you can die from water poisoning?”

On and on and on and on.

And I’m real patient, you know, sweetheart? Like a fucking monk on a pilgrimage. Like I’ve got nothing better to do than listen to your bullshit.

Uh huh uh huh uh huh.

Poking and prodding until…well, you know what’ll happen.

My hand shooting out. That zen fucking patience finally broken as I snatch hold of your ponytail and pull your head back to meet my eyes. There’s a fire there now, eh? Not so fucking tolerant anymore.

Say it again.

That’s right, say it again when I’ve got my hand inches from your throat.

Of course you will.

“You’re such a dummy. I’m always a good girl.”

Yeah fucking right.

Twist you around, bend you over the nearest waist-high object–bed, dresser, coffee table, the fucking kitchen counter.

SMACK

The first one ain’t that hard, is it? I’m still getting warmed up.

THWACK

Fuck, that was a good one. Made your ass fucking shudder like a subwoofer. And this bass is about to get turned up.

SMACK

Goddamn, that’s gonna leave a bruise. You know, a pristine ass is gorgeous, but a marked one has some fucking history. Tells a story. Shows a little hint of who fucking owns you. Are you going swimming soon? like it when people see the marks I leave on you.

Here’s a twofer, just for you:

SMACK

THWACK

Mhm. Isn’t it nice to know your place?

Now you’ve got your leggings wrapped around your ankles and I can see a wet spot forming in the center of your white thong. You know that’s why I make you wear light-colored panties every day, right? Pink, white, lavender, teal. All the colors that show wetness well. You ain’t gonna hide it from me when you’re turned on.

There’s a dark spot right there now. You know how I love seeing your pussy lips squished tightly between your thighs, pressed firmly against your nearly sheer panties when I’ve got you bent over. It reminds me of how much I’m gonna stretch you when I finally tear them off and feel you from the inside. Yeah, yeah, I know you whine when I rip your thongs clear off. “Daddy, you whine, you just ruined another pair of–”

And then that thin, wet shred of cloth is shoved right into your mouth where it belongs. Then you’re mumbling, moaning, and whining over your shoulder while you watch me slip my thick-rimmed cock between your plush, reddened ass, and part those pussy lips like the Red Sea.

Let.

Me.

In.

You know I need what you’ve got. And you know it belongs to me. Your ass already has my handprints all over it. Now let me make my mark inside you. Lemme push hard until I bottom out inside you. You know I’m gonna cum right fucking there. You’re gonna beg for it like you always do.

“Cum inside me. Please fill me up.”

You always beg like such an obedient slut. So how can I deny you?

SMACK

Another one for good measure. You know it makes my cock stiffen up when I’m near the end.

SMACK

One more as I tip over the edge.

SMACK

Again as I convulse inside you.

And then all hell lets loose as I grab your ass with both hands and fuck you into the bed, the countertop, the dresser. Rope after rope of that sticky stuff filling you up. God it feels good, honey. Fuck it feels perfect. I want to smear you with my sperm. Always and forever. You could never have enough of me inside you.

And that’s why you’re mine.