obedience looks best when you stop pretending you have a limit. i tell you to take it and you fold, voice all small, already shaking, already deciding you’d rather break than disappoint me. nothing else gets a say. not the ache, and especially not your pride <3
sis keeps “accidentally” leaving her door cracked when she changes. i stopped pretending not to watch. last night i walked in, shut it behind me, and finally gave her what she’s been asking for with her eyes <3
kiddo’s too drunk to remember who put her to bed. wakes up sore, sticky, and confused until i come in with water and tell her “dad’s got you.” she doesn’t ask why her thighs are wet and bruised. she just opens them again <3
