He tells me to lie on my back, he’s staring down at me. An unwavering look, it’s intense. He doesn’t need to use words to tell me to be still and to just take him. His face flinches slightly as he enters me. I gasp with relief that he’s finally inside me and with a hint of discomfort, at his size. And my tightness.

His hands are holding my hips firm. He’s controlling the rhythm. His jaw clenches as he moves deeper into me. His look intensifies.

He’s in full control of me yet he’s about to lose all control in me. He closes his eyes and looks upwards.

He’s revelling in my body. The feel of it wrapped around him.

He ups the pace and a guttural groan from deep within him escapes.

His eyes open as he again looks down at me.

His hands are so firm on my hips I’m hoping he will bruise me.

I close my eyes and focus on the sensations he is giving me.

I hear his breath quicken and he leans in close and growls in my ear, “You are such a good girl for Daddy”.

My eyes open as I see the rewarding sight; his face is a blank canvas and yet it speaks a thousand words as he releases all his pent-up emotion and sexuality into me.

He has now lost control and it’s the most beautiful sight to bear witness to. He is etched in my mind for the day. And I feel him in me as I return to the mundane world, until he requests my presence again.