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He’s forcing me to write now, daily, a page at least if not a chapter preferred. “The story must start and transcend, the flow must be worthy of my ability and time, and I must advance my writing skills.” is what he says.. 

Why he can’t just treat me like a princess all day is asinine, I want to rule the house like the Queen I am, have him bring me sugary sweets all day, and fuck me like the God of the bedroom he is. 

“Fuck me!” Is all I type on the page, and leave it for him to read as he stands behind me. 

“No, Write.”

“Fuck you!!! and Fuck me!!”
He growls, smacks the counter, and comes up to ear.

“Excuse me little girl? Write, this is for your own good.”

“Jerk! I said fuck me Daddy!” I type in response, hoping the ‘softer tone’ works.

“If you can write a whole page on how good my cock feels as it slides in, as it makes you scream and cum multiple times, I will, deal?”

“My Daddy’s cock is the very bestest thing ever, it is huge, it hurts when it he puts it in, it stretches me open and makes my cunt all achy until he pulls out and pushes back in, and then I can’t enough of it. I get butterflies in my tummy from his kisses, which make my nipples perk, and also make me wetter. I love how good his fingers feel opening up my ass before his cum soaked cock presses into it. My Daddy knows how good he makes me feel, and how I can’t stop thinking and getting enough of his cock, and how even from ‘there’ he can make my pussy drip and flood.”

“There, Done.”

“You’re never going to get anywhere writing like that.”

“I’m sexually frustrated right now, and I need to cum, I stare at him, this man of mine, this torturous beautiful man, and my body is set on fire. I can feel his eyes fucking me, touching me just like his fingers and cock do. He knows how to bring me to knees and open up for his taste to slide down my throat. He knows how to open me in every way so that I am shaking with pleasure, more times than I can remember.”

“That’s better.” He says. “But the first one had me hard and ready to tear into you.”

That’s it, he better run! 

I turn ever slowly to face him, he’s naked, hard, and his eyes speak his greedy hunger… I umm.