It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and the apartment was calm except for the faint sounds of John shouting commands into his gaming headset down the hall. He was in his room, completely locked into his own world, as usual.

I leaned back on the bed, waiting. A text was all it took. I pulled out my phone and sent the text: My room. Now.Barely a minute later, the door opened, and you stepped inside, your movements quick but deliberate. Your bright blonde ponytail bounced as you closed the door softly behind you. You were wearing snug yoga pants that perfectly hugged your curves and a cropped tank top that showed off your toned stomach. Your outfit clung to you in all the right places, your body practically radiating the energy and allure I knew so well.Your eyes locked onto mine immediately, your lips parted slightly, and I could see the faint rise and fall of your chest as your breathing quickened. You weren’t just here because I called—you wanted this, craved it. Your flushed cheeks and the way you shifted your weight told me everything I needed to know.“Good girl,” I said, smirking as I stayed comfortably on the edge of the bed, arms resting casually at my sides. “You’re getting faster.”“I don’t want to keep you waiting,” you said quickly, your voice soft but filled with excitement. Your gaze never left mine, your whole body practically humming with anticipation. Your hands fidgeted briefly at your sides, but it wasn’t nervousness—it was pure, unrestrained energy, your body betraying how badly you wanted to be here.“Do I look impatient?” I teased, my tone calm and steady as I studied you. Your flush deepened, and I could see the way you were holding yourself back, waiting for permission to do more.“You know the rules,” I said, my voice low and firm. “When you’re in here, who do you belong to?”“You,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly with arousal. Your cheeks were glowing now, and I could see the way your body responded to the words, every inch of you alive with need.“Louder,” I said, leaning back on the bed, my smirk deepening.“You, Daddy!” you said again, your voice stronger this time, your excitement impossible to miss.“Good girl, now, let’s make sure you don’t forget it!”