idk fight me

Let me act like a good pet and bite you. Then grab my hair to pull me away as I smile. Really? Really, I giggle as I look at you. Sigh and lightly slap my face. It's cuteness aggression, I see that. Pull my face down to your bulge and give me something good to do with my mouth. Don't bite this time, no promises. That joke gets my hair pulled but I just giggle.

Watch as I happily suck your cock as I lay comfortably on your lap. Not a thought behind my eyes as I just feel affectionate. Pet my hair and face as we sit there peacefully. Such a good girl, moan softly. There's no rush between us, just me being a good pet curled up, sucking your cock, and you praising me. Always so well behaved...going to buy you a cute collar. Really make you my pretty pet, you see the excitement in my eyes as I keep sucking your cock.

“you’re such a dumb girl, aren’t you pretty?”

“that’s right — shut your little brain off and just follow my orders.”

she doesn’t ask when i pull her into my lap and spread her legs, doesn’t question it when i bend her over the kitchen counter in the middle of making breakfast, doesn’t resist when i slide my hands under her dress while she’s on the phone, teasing her, ruining her, making her struggle to keep her voice steady

she knows her body is no longer her own. it’s mine to use, mine to enjoy, mine to fuck whenever, however, and wherever i please

she lets me take her half-asleep in the morning, soft and pliant, whimpering drowsily as i stretch her open. she lets me use her in the shower, pressing her up against the cool tile, filling her up before she’s even properly awake. she lets me fuck her in passing, pulling her against me, lifting her skirt, sinking inside without a word

she never knows when it’s coming. never knows if i’ll take her slow and lazy, savoring every little gasp and shiver, or if i’ll bend her over whatever surface is closest, forcing her to take it, making her whimper and sob as i use her like the filthy little fucktoy she is

but that’s the beauty of it. she doesn’t need to know. she doesn’t need to think. she just needs to be good for me. to keep herself ready, to let me have her whenever the urge strikes, to take whatever i give her and thank me when i’m done.