Scarlett Sage Daddy -

Her voice was a careful whisper, laced with a performative innocence she knew he saw right through. He didn't look up from the book in his hand. Silver at his temples, glasses perched low on his nose, the picture of unshakeable calm.

Her breath caught. The trap was elegant. The first choice was obedience, a retreat. The second… the second came with a price she could already feel settling in her chest like warm honey. scarlett sage daddy

Scarlett Sage rose, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. And as she crossed the small distance between them, she knew the discipline she was about to receive had nothing to do with the car, and everything to do with the fact that she had never wanted to be told what to do by anyone else but him. Her voice was a careful whisper, laced with

He removed his glasses slowly, folding them and setting them on the side table. He didn't smile. He never smiled when he was about to teach her a lesson. Her breath caught

"Come here, little one."