“You ever play pretend?” he asks softly, and I’m surprised by the question. When I nod, he goes on. “I want you to play with me. Think you can do that“You ever play pretend?” he asks softly, and I’m surprised by the question. When I nod, he goes on. “I want you to play with me. Think you can do that, treasure?” “I think so?” I’m not sure why it comes out like a question, but I’m confused. “I want you to fight me.” At my confusion, he elaborates. “I know I’m bigger than you, but I promise I won’t hurt you. What I want you to do is try and keep me off you even though you won’t be able. You can hit me, kick me, scratch, whatever you can to keep me off of you.” “But you won’t hurt me?” He’s so tender when he touches my cheek. “Not a hair on your head, treasure. I just wanna work for it.” I think on it for a second and then glance over at the money. “Okay,” I agree, and he smiles at me. This close, I can see flecks of gold in his eyes, and though they were scary before, they seem warm and safe now. “And when you’re doing it, I want you to call me Daddy.” “Daddy?” I repeat, and his eyes lower a little like he enjoyed it. “Yeah, that’s the one.” His voice is a little rougher, and when his body shifts, I can feel the hard length between his legs dig into my belly. “You do all that I’ll be so good to you.” “Okay,” I hesitate and then go for it. “Daddy.” “Just like that,” he says before some of his weight lifts and he moves down my body.
Now I don't know about you but this feels like pedo-kink and rape-y to me. So I didnt read any furthur....more
Comparing your relationship to Megan Fox and MGK prolly wasn't the best idea.Comparing your relationship to Megan Fox and MGK prolly wasn't the best idea....more
“What do you know, Vi?” I bite out, my patience wearing thin. “I know you’re fucking crazy. I know your obsession with me is toxic as fuck and I needed“What do you know, Vi?” I bite out, my patience wearing thin. “I know you’re fucking crazy. I know your obsession with me is toxic as fuck and I needed to get out. I know you’re bad for me and I’m better off without you.” “That’s your mother putting words in your mouth. They’re not yours.” She shrugs, not denying it. “Maybe she’s right.” “Maybe she’s a cunt.” “Atty.” “I’m sorry.”
Call me a huge-ass mommy's girl, but no boy will ever be worth listening to THESE kinds of words for my mom. Idc if she's right or wrong. Idc if that boy is toxic or not.
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