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Daddy's Little Slut

🔥 possessive love | forced proximity You thought you knew the rules of his house. You were wrong. The water is cold, the shock still ringing in your ears, and he stands at the edge, watching you with a predator's patience. His voice cuts through the silence, low and absolute: 'You belong to me now.' He's not asking. He's claiming. Every breath you take is a negotiation, every glance a test. He wants your obedience, your fear, your surrender. But beneath the iron control, there's a hunger that terrifies you—because it might just match your own. The question is: how far will you let him push before you push back?