Erotica: Apologize with Your Whore Mouth

Why didn’t you answer my text? Do you realize how much I worry about you when I don’t know exactly where you are and exactly what you’re doing. You could have been in danger. You could have been hurt. And now that you’re home I am fucking furious. What are you going to do? How are you going things better?

Do you think that will work, dropping to your knees? Do you think I am so fucking weak that just the sound of you unzipping my fly and pulling out my cock will help you at all? You’re mine. You’re my fucking property. And just because you’re looking up at me with those soft little girl eyes as you take my cock deep in your mouth, it doesn’t mean I forgive you.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

You should be fucking sorry. I don’t like being in the dark. I don’t like being made to worry. Fuck, your mouth feels so good, so warm and wet- and your little tongue swirling around my head. But I am not going to just give in. I’m not going to just let this transgression go.

I love how it feels, resting my hand on the back of your head, guiding you up and down. “Push down on me daddy. Make me gag on it. Make it hurt so I know not to make you worry again.”

Who the fuck do you think you are telling me what to do? I force you down so fucking hard I feel my head pressed against the back of your throat. You like that? You little fucking whore, you like getting your throat fucked by your daddy? How does that feel, my hand slapping you hard across your face as you gag? Does it make you understand that I am in control? Does it show you that there are consequences for my rules not being followed?

Now that I’m gripping the back of your head with both hands and fucking your mouth like its your cunt, jabbing over and over again, I think you’re starting to get it. Look at me, bitch. Look at your fucking daddy. I can do anything I want. Your body is mine, and right now the only way I’ll forgive you is by shooting my load down the back of your throat. I want you to remember what it feels like to be used and fucked like you’re just a meaningless object. I want you to remember how cold and distant I am. I want you to see the rage in my eyes. This is the moment where it all becomes clear, your purpose in life, what you were born for. Every day you lived built up to this, you being on your knees sucking your daddy’s cock. It’s the only power you have, what your body can give me. It is the only place where you can make any space for yourself in this world. Everything else is for me. Every decision, every step we take is by my design. Now suck. Suck harder. Feel me fuck your mouth. Feel my cock pulse. Look at you, your cheeks puffing out as cum dribbles out of the corner of your mouth. I own you. You’re mine. Now, show me. Open wide and show me your mouth filled with daddy’s cum. Good girl. Now swallow.