Carolina Confidential

you whisper you want more—
but it’s the way you look at Me when you say it
that tells the truth.

That tilt of your chin.
That shy-bold breath.
That little tremor you try to hide
when My hand settles warm and firm
at the back of your neck.

Yeah… Daddy sees all of it.

you think I don’t notice the way your body shifts
the second I step in close?
The way you straighten—then soften—
like you’re not sure whether to brace
or to give in?

Come here, little one.
Let Daddy feel that shake up close.

Because when you say “more,”
you’re not asking for force.
you’re asking for focus—
for Me to put attention exactly where you ache
and hold you there
until your breath forgets how to behave.

I feel it when My fingers trail down your spine,
how your knees go warm and loose.
I hear it in the way your voice thins
when I murmur your name low against your ear.
I see it in your eyes
right before they flutter shut,
like you’re surrendering to something
you’ve been starving for.

That’s what “more” means to you.

Not chaos.
Not roughness for the sake of roughness.
Just Daddy’s hands
guiding you, steadying you,
pulling you deeper into the place
where you stop pretending you’re not shaking for Me.

It’s the way your breath catches
when I tilt your chin up.
The way your fingers clutch at My shirt
like you’re trying to keep yourself upright.
The way your whole body answers Me
before you find your words.

you want more?

Then tell Daddy the truth:

That you crave the way I slow you down.
The way I take control of the moment
until you can’t do anything but feel.
The way your world narrows
to My voice,
My hands,
My presence,
My pace.

Say it.
Say it with that little gasp I love—
the one that slips out when I pull you closer
and your body forgets how to play it cool.

Give Daddy the sound
you only make when you’re right on the edge
of losing the last bit of control you’re holding on to.

you want more?

Good.

Because Daddy does too.
And I’m not nearly done with you yet.

~ Dray Orion