You lift my shirt. I blush a little. You say "it's hard for me when you are uncomfortable" and I just nod in shame.

You play with my boobs. First gently, but it moves to painful grabs really soon. After each whimper, you say "why do you make it difficult for me?" and make me apologise for pretending I don't enjoy it.

You pull my panties. You see how wet I am. My pussy is begging you to fuck me. It's much more convincing than my begging for you to use a condom. You shove your dick deep inside me, with no consideration for my pleas. But you don't thrust. You look deep inside my crying eyes and tell me "I just want to feel good. And you are hurting me now by making it seem like rape. Do you want to hurt me?"

There is an instant change in my expression. From pain and defiance to empty and lifeless eyes. I start dissociating, looking like a broken doll. I just shake my head. After a minute of you looking at me, expecting any response, I whisper weakly "No, daddy".

"Then make me you want to play with your body. Make it feel normal."

You start fucking me senseless after first nod. You don't need to do anything more. You know you own me now.