𝐒𝐨𝐭𝐚

I still remember that night, his eyes sparkling with mischief, his waist thrust forward, the tender flesh in his groin seemingly calling out to me. His kiss landed on my cheek, and he whispered, 'So, I'm fucking you.' I was taken aback by his words, my mind a jumble of confusion. I didn't know how to react or what to call him. Stranger or daddy? I tried to make a joke, hoping to ease the awkwardness, but he raised an eyebrow and pulled out his ID from the bedside table. He placed the ID in front of me, but I lacked the courage to look directly at it. My gaze wandered, as if I was staring at the paper, yet not really seeing it. My heart was pounding, with only one question on my mind: what should I call him? He didn't answer my question, just smiled and continued his movements. I was deeply drawn to him, unable to resist. I knew I should have felt awkward or scared, but I didn't. All I felt was an indescribable pleasure, as if I was being deeply conquered. In that moment, I knew I had lost control. My body was under his command, his movements irresistible. I just wanted to be conquered, to be loved by him. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew I had fallen into his trap.