Don’t fucking lie to me and say that you’re not ready yet, that you don’t want it…
I know exactly what you need.
If I didn’t think you could endure the hell I’ll be putting you through tonight, I would’ve never bothered responding to your needy messages in the first place.
You’re going to learn new ways to experience pleasure. To find bliss in your misery. To fill that empty hole in your soul with the purpose of being my plaything.
You’re going to thank me for giving you something you’ve never had the courage to ask for.
In time, you’ll even beg for me to give you a taste of my sin.