didn't care. I slid into the lace right when he came in and he just stared at me. His eyes moved all over my short, five foot figure. I wanted him so bad and he knew it. I was ready to seduce him under my gaze. I started moving towards him, but I didn't have to. He ran at me and forcefully started kissing me and biting my lips. I dug my hands around his dark red shirt wanting it off. Instead he shoved my hands off his body and held them behind my own. His grip hurt. But I wanted more than just his touch. His hands pushed me against the bed, holding me there. He was reminding me that he was in control. He was my daddy. My ruler, I was under his control. I was his