Watch Me, Daddy

She wasn't mine to take. I took her anyway.

When I threw Irina Morozov over my shoulder and carried her off, it was to rescue her from a brutal bastard who didn't deserve her... but I could smell her arousal as she kicked and fought.

She would have been wet and ready for me that night, but I didn't take her. I made her wait.

I made her beg.

When I pin her to the bed, rip her panties off, and claim her virgin body the way it was always meant to be claimed, she won't just be screaming my name with every desperate climax.

She'll be calling me daddy.