Tonight, she doesn’t ask to be taken. She offers herself.

She was already moaning before he touched her.

Laid out on their bed, chest down, hips high, her stockings hugging her thighs like a second skin. The nylon shimmered in the low light, the seam running up the backs of her legs straight and trembling. No skirt. No panties. Just her body, exposed and prepared. Her cunt glistened, aching. But that wasn’t where her fingers were.

They were at her ass. Slow, slick, deliberate.

She worked herself open with soft, patient movements, moaning into the pillows, circling her hole, breathing through each push of pressure. Not for show. Not for play. This was practice. This was preparation. This was devotion.

He stood in the doorway, silent.

She didn’t look up.

“You’re doing it,” he said.

His voice alone made her whimper.

She turned her head slightly, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

“I want you to have it tonight.”

Her fingers stilled. Her eyes searched his. She was trembling, but not afraid. She needed this.

“I want you in me, Daddy. There. I want to give it to you. I need to feel you… own it.”

He stepped forward. Unfastened his belt, slow and quiet.

“You’ve been preparing?”

She nodded. “Plug all day. Lube. Edging. I kept thinking about the last time. How full you made me. How deep you were. I want to feel that again. More.”

“You want to be used?”

“I want to be yours. All the way.”

He knelt behind her, touched the back of her thigh. Kissed just above the stocking seam, where bare skin met nylon. Then her hip. Then lower, until his breath kissed her entrance.

Her whole body fluttered.

“I don’t take what isn’t given,” he murmured.

“I’m giving it,” she whispered. “I’m offering it. For you. No one else.”

He took her hand gently, moved it aside, and slicked his own fingers. The lube was warm. He circled her first, then pressed in. One finger. Then two. Her body welcomed him, clenching, trembling, needing.

“Look at how ready you are for me.”

She moaned into the sheets.

“I’ve been dreaming about it,” she said, voice cracking. “Your cock stretching me. Filling me. I want it so badly.”

He lined himself up. Thick. Hard. Heavy with restraint. Pressed the head of his cock to her hole and didn’t move.

“Say it,” he said.

She pushed her hips back.

“I want you in my ass, Daddy. I want to feel your cock where no one else ever has. I want to serve you there.”

He pushed.

Her gasp was raw, full of heat. Her hands fisted in the sheets. She held still as he eased deeper, inch by aching inch. Her breath came in shudders.

“Breathe through it.”

“I am,” she whimpered. “I am. Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He slid in until she was full. Stretched. Claimed.

“Perfect,” he growled. “Tight and so fucking wet. You were made for this.”

She sobbed into the mattress, her cunt dripping. His cock buried in her ass, her body trembling under his weight, under his voice, under the truth of her submission.

When he moved—slow, deep, grinding strokes—she lost herself.

“Please… please more… I can take it… I want to…”

His hand slid under her belly, finding her clit. Rubbed soft circles. Teased.

“You’re going to come like this,” he said. “My cock in your ass. My fingers on your clit. You’re going to fall apart for me.”

“Yes. Please yes. I want to come with you inside me. I want to come while you take the last part of me.”

Her thighs shook. Her body locked up.

“I’m yours, Daddy. I’m yours.”

And she came. Loud. Hard. Helpless. Her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her moans breaking into sobs, her ass clenching around him in desperate pulses.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it. Slow. Firm. Relentless. And when he came, he did it with a deep groan, grinding forward as he spilled inside her, holding her tight, keeping her full.

They stayed like that. Tangled. Sweating. Breathing.

She didn’t move. Just whispered:

“Thank you. For taking what I gave. For owning it.”

He kissed her shoulder, soft and reverent.

“You give it to me, I cherish it. Every inch of you.”

She smiled, eyes heavy.

“And now you have all of me.”

His hands stroked down her back, gentle.

“I always did.”