obedience looks best when you stop pretending you have a limit. i tell you to take it and you fold, voice all small, already shaking, already deciding you’d rather break than disappoint me. nothing else gets a say. not the ache, and especially not your pride <3
sis keeps “accidentally” leaving her door cracked when she changes. i stopped pretending not to watch. last night i walked in, shut it behind me, and finally gave her what she’s been asking for with her eyes <3
kiddo’s too drunk to remember who put her to bed. wakes up sore, sticky, and confused until i come in with water and tell her “dad’s got you.” she doesn’t ask why her thighs are wet and bruised. she just opens them again <3
little sister’s first drink with big brother… she keeps saying she’s fine until she’s on her knees giggling and drooling on my cock, too far gone to stop me from breeding her <3
little girl crawling into dad’s bed at 3am, whispering that her holes feel empty without him… he just smiles and says “shhh, dada’s got you” while sliding in <3
