I don’t want to date you. I want to be your dad. Break you in with my hands and make you beg for rules you’ll never quite meet. I want you crying on my dick, asking me what you are to me, and I’ll smile while I ruin you again.
I’m not your boyfriend. I’m the one who watches you learn what you like through me. The one who rewards you when you behave and fucks you harder when you don’t. You call it tough love. I call it training. I'm molding you into the perfect kiddo.
And you’ll take it. Because no one else will ever get you off the way I do. Mentally, physically, completely; you are mine.




















