DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 19

Marcus left me exactly like that.

Legs spread wide. p***y bright red and throbbing from the belt. The welts across my c**t and lips pulsed with every heartbeat. Tears had dried in sticky tracks down my temples. I didn’t dare close my thighs — the skin felt too raw, too swollen. Cool air kissed the burning flesh and made me whimper.

I stayed frozen on his bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling every stinging throb. My cunt was empty of pleasure but still leaking the last traces of the club, the evidence of how thoroughly I’d disobeyed him. The sheets under me were damp. I could smell the sharp scent of my own punished p***y mixed with leftover c*m.

The bathroom door opened.

Marcus stepped out naked, water still running down the hard lines of his chest and stomach, dripping from his dark hair, trailing over the thick c**k that hung heavy between his thighs. He walked straight to the foot of the bed and stopped. His eyes locked on the wreckage between my legs.

“Hurts a lot?” he asked, voice low.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He opened the nightstand drawer, pulled out a small tube of cream, and squeezed a thick white ribbon onto his fingers. Then he sat on the edge of the mattress and gently — almost carefully — spread the cool cream over my welted cunt. I hissed at the first touch. He didn’t stop. His fingers moved slow, coating every swollen fold, every raised stripe the belt had left, circling my oversensitive c**t without ever giving it real pressure.

“This p***y is mine,” he murmured, voice dark and possessive as he worked the cream in. “My little slut’s cunt. You don’t get to hand it out to random c***s at a club. You don’t get to come home full of other men. This tight, greedy hole belongs to me — to punish, to fill, to keep sore if that’s what you need to remember who owns it.”

I trembled under his hands.

When he finished he wiped his fingers on the sheet, climbed onto the bed beside me, and wrapped one heavy arm around my waist. I stayed on my back, legs still open — it hurt too much to close them. He pressed his mouth to my ear.

“Sleep like this. Legs open. p***y on display. So the first thing you feel when you wake up is how thoroughly I marked what’s mine.”

I drifted off to the feeling of his arm locked around me and the deep, throbbing ache between my thighs.

Dawn light was just starting to filter through the curtains when Marcus’s voice pulled me back.

“Hey, little slut… wake up.” His hand stroked once over my stomach. “You need to go to your own room before Lily sees us like this.”

I tried to sit up and immediately whimpered. My cunt felt twice its size, every movement sending sharp sparks through the welts. My legs wouldn’t cooperate.

Marcus cursed under his breath, pulled on a pair of shorts, then slid his arms under me and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He carried me down the hall, shouldered open the guest-room door, and laid me on the bed as carefully as the situation allowed. He pulled the sheet over my bare body, brushed a thumb across my lower lip once, then left without another word.

I was asleep again before the door even clicked shut.

Hours later the sun was high. I woke slowly, the ache between my legs immediate and vicious. Sitting up made me gasp. Standing was worse. Every step sent a raw, stinging pulse through my punished p***y. I pulled on the softest pair of shorts I owned and one of my own tank tops, then made my way downstairs on unsteady legs, clinging to the railing.

Lily was in the kitchen making coffee. She turned when she heard me, took one look at the careful way I was walking, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her face.

“Holy s**t,” she said, voice low and amused. “You look like you got railed within an inch of your life. Or… wait.” Her eyes dropped pointedly between my legs. “Is that leftover from last night? From those two guys in the private room? God, Vanessa… you were so f*****g loud when they were both inside you. I can still hear the way you moaned while they passed you back and forth.”

She stepped closer, still grinning.

“Can you even walk straight? Poor thing. Sitting down is gonna hurt like a b***h today, isn’t it?”

I swallowed, cheeks burning, the ache between my legs flaring hotter under her words.

Lily poured a second mug of coffee and slid it toward me, eyes sparkling with filthy knowledge.

“So…” she said casually, “you gonna tell me which one came harder… or do I already know?”