What the fuck were you doing? You had a good girl with a kid on the way, and here you were in Daddy’s apartment, naked and ready to be mounted. And all cause of your little deal. He’d supply all the chemicals you needed to gain more and more muscle, you’d give up your body to him. It made sense, in a twisted way. He was paying for your body; now, he was just making use of his purchase.
But that wasn’t the only reason you let him use and abuse you sexually. Every time he’d call you a “beautiful boy” or “my gorgeous, macho slut” or whatever degrading yet empowering thing he’d utter in his growling voice while he fucked your hole without mercy, it’s like some light went on in your brain and you’d feel… whole, again?
You didn’t want to unpack that. You didn’t want to unpack any of this. Once Daddy pinned you, fucked you and came, you washed your body – pussy asshole and mouth included – with harsh soap, and went home to your girl to pretend like none of this happened. Until next week. Cause next week you’d get your next pin.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
