I am his sunshine, his shining light.
Content Warning:
This story explores themes of soft D/s dynamics, explicit consensual penetration, praise kink, and emotional surrender. It includes gentle restraint, eroticized obedience, and the use of affectionate titles (princess, little one). There is no humiliation, degradation, or non-consent in this piece—only devotion wrapped in desire.
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He enters me, his whole length at once, and I moan from pleasure and joy.
He is my sunshine. And he knows just how to make me shine.
I press back against him, and he pulls out, holding me still.
“Keep singing, princess. You know I love to hear you sing… The world pauses when you sing, sweet girl. Keep singing.”
I nod at him, a small smile on my face. He knows what praise does to me.
“The other night, dear…”
He slides back into me, and I hold my breath as he fills me. The feel of the head of his cock, just below my belly button, is enough to make me come undone. But I wait.
“While I was sleeping…”
His hands caress my hips, my ass. His mouth is on my shoulders, my spine. His teeth graze my skin. My body is lighting on fire from his touch, his presence.
“I dreamed I held you in my arms…”
I’m squirming beneath him, my focus on singing slipping with every slide of his hands. He runs one hand up to my breast, gently twisting my nipple, while the other slides between my thighs. I buck against him, and he laughs that gentle laugh again.
“Please keep singing, little one. Please.”
His voice is husky; he’s as lost as I am.
“When I awoke, dear…”
He thrusts into me, sliding his hands to my hips and pulling me close to him.
“I was mistaken…”
His grip tightens on my hips.
“So I hung down my head, and I cried.”
His hands move to my shoulders and neck, and he grips my chin, pulls my head back, and kisses me deeply, claiming the last words of the stanza. His passion, his longing, is evident in the way his tongue claims mine.
I am his sunshine, his shining light.
And he knows he can handle the brightness.
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Keep Singing, Princess