The people around us had no idea what was happening. They just saw two people having coffee.
"You taste like desperation," he said casually, leaning back in his chair. "Like a needy little slut who's been dripping all day thinking about getting fucked."
"Yes, Daddy." My voice was barely a whisper.
"Tell me why you're here. What you actually want from this."
I swallowed hard. "I want to be dominated, Daddy. Used. I spend all day being in control and I'm f*****g exhausted. I want someone to take over. To make me into whatever he wants. To... to treat me like I'm nothing but a toy for his pleasure."
"You want to be my slut."
"Yes, Daddy."
"My fucktoy."
"Yes, Daddy."
"My property to use however I see fit."
"Yes, Daddy. Please." The last word came out desperate, needy.
He studied me
