He put her in a box. Tied it up in a neat pink ribbon and held her there. When he opened the box she was always waiting, smiling, wet. He could fuck her or hold her, woo her or cajole her. His heart swelled, his cock hardened when he thought of the box tucked safely in his breast pocket. There while he sat through tedious meetings, or wrote tedious papers, or taught tedious classes. His baby girl wrapped up and kept safe just for him.
He never stopped to consider what the box did to her.