Several years ago I was in a relationship with an interesting Daddy/young woman power dynamic. She was fifteen years younger, 5' 5", nice curves, pale skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and very kissable full lips.
Yes, it was all consensual, safe, and sane.
“You can’t do that Daddy.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because it’s against the rules,” she answered.
“Really? I don’t remember making that rule.”
“No, silly, I made that rule.” She rolled over, straddled me. "I’m the boss, and I make the rules
“Uh-huh… When did you get to start making the rules?” I was started to get annoyed.
That’s when she scrunched her pretty face up and stuck her tongue out. My hand went to her hair, pulling her off the bed.
“That’s it, if you want to make a nasty face, young lady, then you can make it in the mirror and enjoy it yourself,” I said as I hauled her into a different room, one with a mirror I could put her in front of. Then I stripped her down to her tank and knee socks. One hand held her hair, the other shoved fingers into her mouth.