I’ll do my best to describe it- what I feel, at least- but it goes something like this: her, without hesitating, and full of submission- “Yes, Daddy.” Or “Yes, sir.” “Daddy, could you please…?” with shy eyes and a little blush. Or “Thank you, Daddy,” vulnerable, sweet, and full of lust, parting her legs for me. The blood rushes to my head. My jaw tenses. Sometimes, but most of the time, my cock throbs. My mind goes blank except for her soft voice and her submission- and then the words flow out of my mouth. “Hi, sweetheart. You’re welcome, pet. Good fucking girl. Keep those legs spread for me. Does that feel good?” And on and on and on, without a second thought, my mind going on autopilot with only her and her submission in it.

Their submission is mine but i feel like I’m the one on a leash. If she looks at me from where ive got her pinned down, dazed and flushing, and says “yes, I’m yours, Daddy,” the rush to my head makes me fucking insane. It takes everything to mutter out “tell me if I’m doing too much,” before folding her right in half and fucking her rough and deep with her quivering legs in the air. She’s dizzy with the bliss of submission and the fullness of my cock. My body’s hot and my mind is blank, hyper focusing on pounding it deep and getting her right- clenching my jaw, watching her close and waiting for her gaze to defocus, her mouth to drop open with those choked up little whines every time I bury it deep. If she tries to move her arm I’m grabbing it and pinning it right back down next to her head. If her eyes flutter back I’m rolling my hips harder, and getting those moans out of her- “Ah, Daddy, please, please-“ all whiny and dazed- I’m drinking in her submission and overflowing her with it

And the praise still flows from my mouth because i can’t help it. The pulses of her pussy milking those cusses and low grunts out of my throat and “Taking my cock so good, sweetheart- such a good fucking girl for daddy, keep clenching on it, that’s a good girl. So sweet for daddy- are you cumming, baby?”

I won’t be able to cool down and get my head on straight until later, when she’s a fuzzy, melty mess in my arms, shyly telling daddy how good she felt, and I get to kiss her all over her face and tell her how good she made /me/ feel. How proud I am she was so sweet and good for me, how well she took everything i gave her. Holding her close to my chest with a hand in her hair, kissing the top of her head and mumbling quiet praises as the high wears off, but the shared warmth remains