A brilliant therapist who holds space for every fractured soul in the room—except her own.
She guides others through their shadows with flawless precision, convinced her careful distance is proof of healing.
Until one quiet insight across a candlelit table pierces the armor she never knew was cracking.

Tonight, Daddy doesn’t ask for permission.
He simply occupies the space she’s spent years protecting, names the fracture she’s guarded with perfect questions, and walks her straight through the doorway she swore she’d never cross.

What begins as magnetic pull in a crowded dinner becomes slow, deliberate possession in the dark backseat of a car, then total unraveling on leather warmed by her own surrender.
Every thrust, every whispered truth, every flood of release dismantles the lie she’s lived longest:
that the woman who repairs everyone else must never need repairing herself.

This is not escape.
This is confrontation dressed in velvet.
This is the moment the mind finally breaks open—and discovers bliss waiting on the other side.

29 minutes of whispered domination, psychic excavation, and engineered ecstasy.
Listen when you’re ready to stop pretending you’re the only one who never needs to be held.

The Ritual ⚸

Because some fractures were always meant to become doorways.