Please Me, Daddy
“Say it, and I’ll give you what you need. I want your exact words to be, please me, Daddy. And I’ll make you come on my desk.”
I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning hotter than ever.
Daddy.
He wanted me to say it.
That night, I’d slurred it drunkenly, and now he wanted to hear it again.
I shouldn’t want this. I should tell him no. I should push him away and run as far as I can because this is a terrible idea. But right now, my body only wanted one thing, and he was the only one who could give it to me.
I looked at him, lips trembling, shame twisting low in my stomach, but my need swallowing it whole.