Learning Her Lesson

"Babygirl?" I queried, feeling bewildered. "When I refer to my submissive, I call them that. It's a personal preference. I prefer to be addressed as Daddy," he explained, his words immediately igniting an unexpected desire within me. What's happening to me? Excitement surged through Iris as she left her quaint life in Ohio for the vibrant campus of a California law school. The salty ocean breeze hit her senses like a revelation as she arrived in Long Beach. The environment was a stark contrast – the vibrant colors, diverse flora, and unfamiliar sun all contributed to the freshness. Even the men seemed different here, like Professor Ryker Lorcane, who exuded an intriguing mix of intelligence and darkness, strength and stability – traits absent from her hometown acquaintances. As our intimate encounter progressed, I couldn't help but let out a moan with each gentle withdrawal and deep thrust. "You feel incredible, baby girl," he murmured, his dark, seductive gaze returning to focus. "Are you ready to belong to me?" he asked. Nodding fervently, I replied, "Yes, Daddy, I want to be yours," my voice echoing with newfound consent.