Shadows Of Submission

The Morning After

Chapter Two

Marcus pov

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the weight of her body draped half across mine. Her leg was hooked over my hip like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go. Elena’s dark hair spilled over my chest, tickling my skin with every slow breath she took in while asleep. The room still smelled like s*x, sweat, and her sweet arousal, my c*m—and the sheets were a tangled, damp mess beneath us.

Sunlight sliced through the half-closed blinds, painting gold stripes across her back. I could already see the evidence of last night blooming on her skin: faint purple thumbprints on the undersides of her heavy t**s, a darker bite mark just above her left n****e, red streaks from my teeth along the swell of her breasts. She’d begged for every single one.

My c**k twitched against her thigh at the sight.

I should’ve let her sleep. She had court at nine—some high-stakes merger hearing, and I had a board call at ten. Instead, I slid my hand down the elegant curve of her spine, over the dip of her waist, and cupped the full globe of her ass. She stirred, a soft whine escaping her lips before her eyes even opened.

“Morning, baby girl,” I murmured, squeezing gently.

“Mmm… Daddy?” Her voice was thick with sleep and last night’s screaming. She shifted, pressing her t**s against my ribs, n*****s already hardening again. “What time is it?”

“Early enough.” I rolled us so she was underneath me, her thighs parting instinctively as I settled between them. My morning wood nudged against her swollen p***y lips—still slick, still puffy from how hard I’d f****d her. “You sore?”

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing. “A little. My t**s hurt… my throat feels raw… and my p***y—” She whimpered when I dragged the head of my c**k through her folds, coating myself in the mess I’d left inside her. “—still leaking you.”

“Good.” I leaned down, brushing my mouth over the bite mark on her breast. “I want you feeling me all day. Every time you sit in that fancy courtroom chair, every time you cross your legs under the table, you’ll remember who owns this cunt.”

Her breath hitched. “f**k… I already do.”

I rewarded her honesty by sliding two fingers into her without warning. She was still so wet, so open from last night, that they sank in easily. Her walls fluttered around me, greedy even after hours of use.

“Daddy, wait....” she gasped, but her hips rolled up to meet my hand anyway. “I have to get ready… shower… makeup to cover the marks...”

“No.” I curled my fingers, stroking that spongy spot that made her eyes roll back. “You’re going to walk into that courthouse with my c*m still dripping down your thighs. No panties. No bra. Just my marks under your blouse and my load inside you.”

Her pupils blew wide. “You’re evil.”

“You love it.”

She did. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I worked her slowly, deliberately, building her up without letting her tip over. I watched her face the whole time, her lips parted, cheeks flushed, that perfect mix of desperation and surrender I’d become addicted to in less than twenty-four hours.

When she started trembling, thighs shaking around my wrist, I pulled my fingers free.

She whined, loud and broken. “Please....”

“Beg properly.”

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with need. “Please, Daddy… please let me come. I need it. I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll keep your c*m in me all day, I’ll think about you every second in court, I’ll—” She swallowed hard. “I’ll text you when I’m in the bathroom stall at lunch and touch myself thinking about your cock.”

Fuck. That did it.

I lined up and pushed inside her in one slow, deep thrust. She cried out, back arching, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks of her own. I didn’t give her time to adjust—just started f*****g her with long, punishing strokes, bottoming out every time, grinding against her c**t.

“Take it,” I growled against her ear. “Take every inch like the perfect little slut you are.”

“Yes....yes...Daddy...harder...”

I gave it to her. The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust. Her t**s bounced wildly; I caught one in my mouth, sucking the bruised n****e until she sobbed. Her p***y clenched rhythmically around me, milking, begging.

“Come for me,” I ordered, reaching between us to pinch her c**t. “Come on Daddy’s c**k. Show me how much you need this.”

She shattered.

Her whole body locked up, thighs clamping around my hips, a gush of wetness soaking us both as she screamed my name. I f****d her through it, chasing my own release, until the sight of her—flushed, marked, crying from pleasure, and pushed me over.

I buried myself deep and came hard, adding another thick load to the one already inside her. Pulse after pulse, filling her until it leaked out around my shaft.

We stayed like that for long minutes, panting, my weight pinning her to the mattress. When I finally pulled out, a thick trickle of c*m followed, running down her ass to the sheets.

She looked wrecked. Beautifully, perfectly wrecked.

I kissed her softly, contrasting the roughness, and murmured against her lips, “Now go get ready. And remember...no panties.”

She shivered, nodding. “Yes, Daddy.”

I watched her stumble to the bathroom on shaky legs, loving every second of it.

As the shower started running, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

A text from her, already.

Elena: I can feel you dripping out of me while I stand here. I’m going to be soaked all day.

Elena: Thank you for ruining me.

Elena: See you tonight?

I grinned, already half-hard again.

Me: Tonight. And every night after, baby girl.

Me: You’re mine now.

Her only reply was a single heart emoji, black.

I leaned back against the headboard, listening to the water run, already counting the hours until I could f**k her again.

The day had barely started, and I was already starving for more.