So you want to protect me and yet, fuck me within an inch of my life? God. That is pretty hot actually. And if I told you to let go of that restaint?...?
Daily training sessions? Next you'll be treating me like a little omega. But...I wouldn't be mad if you made me suck that dick every day.
If you told me to let go of that restraint... I'd break you. Physically. Mentally. Like I said, Isaac, you talk a big game, and you think you know what you want, but if you really, really, really let me use you the way I want to? The way I like to think about sometimes? You wouldn't even know your own name by the end of it. You wouldn't be able to exist without me. You would become less than my little omega - you'd become my submissive, slutty, always-on-command fucktoy incapable of thinking or feeling anything beyond your need to be absolutely fucking ruined. Again. And again. And again. You'd be an addict. Provided you didn't tap out. I mean, fuck, look at you now - drooling and begging when you've already had more than a taste. Imagine how bad it'd be if you truly had the Alpha in me.
[ God. Issac really does have issues because reading that, it just sent a delighted full body shiver down his body. His lips pressing together as he made a point re-read it again before replying. He really blamed his Daddy issues and his past for this.
The reply takes a moment before it comes with a picture.
Issac stood in front of a mirror, that pretty naked body on display. As angelic and handsome as ever- the werewolf had always had looks that could take someone's breath away, but this? Bare. Naked. His cock aching hard between his legs and just as pretty as best of them. He looked a mix of innocent and sinful, like a naked siren designed to throw yourself against the rocks for.
His bright eyes glinted into the camera and his lips pouted slightly. ]
Daddy. You think about me like that? Like your little fucktoy? Something to be broken and used? Hm?
I miss your come dripping down my chin.
How sinful is that?
You think I can't handle that.
Handle you?
I've been collared before. Does that make you mad? That someone else held my leash? Someone not as good as you?
I'm so fucking hard, Derek. Daddy. Don't you want me to moan that for you? I bet you do.
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So you want to protect me and yet, fuck me within an inch of my life?
God.
That is pretty hot actually.
And if I told you to let go of that restaint?...?
Daily training sessions?
Next you'll be treating me like a little omega.
But...I wouldn't be mad if you made me suck that dick every day.
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I'd break you. Physically. Mentally.
Like I said, Isaac, you talk a big game, and you think you know what you want, but if you really, really, really let me use you the way I want to? The way I like to think about sometimes?
You wouldn't even know your own name by the end of it. You wouldn't be able to exist without me.
You would become less than my little omega - you'd become my submissive, slutty, always-on-command fucktoy incapable of thinking or feeling anything beyond your need to be absolutely fucking ruined. Again. And again. And again.
You'd be an addict. Provided you didn't tap out.
I mean, fuck, look at you now - drooling and begging when you've already had more than a taste. Imagine how bad it'd be if you truly had the Alpha in me.
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The reply takes a moment before it comes with a picture.
Issac stood in front of a mirror, that pretty naked body on display. As angelic and handsome as ever- the werewolf had always had looks that could take someone's breath away, but this? Bare. Naked. His cock aching hard between his legs and just as pretty as best of them. He looked a mix of innocent and sinful, like a naked siren designed to throw yourself against the rocks for.
His bright eyes glinted into the camera and his lips pouted slightly. ]
Daddy. You think about me like that? Like your little fucktoy? Something to be broken and used? Hm?
I miss your come dripping down my chin.
How sinful is that?
You think I can't handle that.
Handle you?
I've been collared before. Does that make you mad? That someone else held my leash? Someone not as good as you?
I'm so fucking hard, Derek. Daddy. Don't you want me to moan that for you? I bet you do.