She was his school girl. She was his BabyGirl. She was his lover, his partner, his passion and obsession.
He owned her innocence. He owned her dreams. He owned her lust, her urges, her cravings and desires.
After a walk in the park on a beautiful and sunny day, they returned home. She flopped down on the couch, but then arched her back at his simple, whispered request:
“Okay, Princess. Now it’s time for a walk in the clouds.”
She smiled, glowingly and knowingly, and “Yes, Daddy” was all she could say.
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