DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 12

I woke up to the feeling of the thick plug shifting inside me when I tried to roll over. Morning light was already leaking through the curtains. Marcus’s arm was still heavy across my waist, his hand cupped possessively between my legs, fingers resting right over the base of the plug like he was making sure it stayed put all night.

My cunt ached in the best way—swollen, sore from the belt and the rough f*****g, still stretched wide around the toy that locked his c*m deep inside me. Every tiny movement sent a dirty little jolt through my c**t.

Marcus stirred behind me. His c**k was already hard, pressed against the curve of my ass. He didn’t say good morning. He just tightened his grip on the plug and slowly twisted it inside me, watching my face as I bit my lip to stay quiet.

“Still full of me?” he murmured against my ear, voice rough with sleep.

“Yes, Daddy…”

He hummed like that answer pleased him, then slowly pulled the plug out. I felt the sudden rush of his thick overnight c*m spilling out of me onto his sheets in a warm, heavy gush. He pushed two fingers into the mess, scooped some up, and brought it to my mouth. I sucked his fingers clean without being told.

“Good girl.”

He replaced the plug with his c**k in one slow, deep thrust, filling the empty, messy space he’d just created. I moaned into the pillow as he started f*****g me in long, lazy strokes, the wet sounds of his c*m and my wetness squelching around him with every push. He kept it quiet and controlled—one hand over my mouth, the other rubbing slow circles on my bruised c**t—until I came with a muffled cry, cunt fluttering around him. He followed right after, adding another load to the ones already inside me.

When he pulled out he immediately pushed the plug back in, locking everything deep again.

“Leave it in until after breakfast,” he ordered, kissing the back of my shoulder. “I want you sitting across from my daughter with my c*m plugged in your slutty little hole.”

I nodded, already aching for more.

We cleaned up just enough to look normal. I borrowed one of his shirts and a pair of soft shorts that still smelled like him. The plug made every step downstairs a filthy reminder—thick and heavy, shifting against my sore walls, keeping me wet and full.

Lily was already in the kitchen in pajamas, making coffee, hair messy from sleep. She looked up and raised an eyebrow when she saw me in her dad’s shirt.

“Rough night?” she teased. “You look like you barely slept.”

I felt my cheeks heat. The plug twitched inside me as I sat down carefully at the island. “Nightmare. Ended up crashing in the living room for a while.”

Marcus walked in right behind me, freshly showered, and poured himself coffee like nothing had happened. His eyes met mine over the rim of his mug. The look he gave me said he knew exactly how full and used I still was.

Lily stretched and yawned. “Okay, today’s agenda: beach in the afternoon, then we get ready for the club tonight. I’m talking full glam. Short dresses, heels, the works. Vanessa, you’re wearing something that makes those pool guys forget how to talk.”

I shifted on the stool. The plug pressed deeper. “Sounds good.”

Marcus leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “I’ll drive you both. And I’ll pick you up when you’re done. No arguments.”

Lily rolled her eyes but smiled. “Fine, Dad. Protective mode activated. Just don’t come inside looking all scary and scare the hot guys away.”

Under the table I pressed my thighs together, feeling another slow leak of c*m try to escape around the plug. Marcus watched the tiny movement and his jaw flexed.

Breakfast felt endless. Every time Lily talked about the club, about dancing, about the guys from the pool, I felt Marcus’s eyes on me—possessive, dark, already planning how he was going to check that plug when we got home tonight.

When Lily finally went upstairs to shower, Marcus walked behind my chair, leaned down, and spoke against my ear so only I could hear.

“All day,” he said quietly. “Every time you feel that plug, remember who put it there. And tonight… when those boys are looking at you in whatever tiny dress you wear… you’re going to know my c*m is still locked inside the cunt they all want.”

He gave the base of the plug a firm press through my shorts, making me gasp, then walked away like he hadn’t just ruined me all over again.

I sat there breathing hard, full, marked, and already dripping for whatever he planned to do to me once the nightclub was over.