DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT

CHAPTER 13

The plug stayed in all morning.

Every time I stood, sat, or walked, it shifted deep inside me, a constant thick reminder of everything Marcus had done the night before. His c*m stayed locked in. My cunt stayed sore and wet. By the time we left for the beach I was already half-crazy with it.

Lily drove us in her car. Marcus followed separately in his truck, saying he had a few calls to make. I sat in the passenger seat in a different bikini—white this time, just as tiny—shorts pulled on over it, the plug pressing against the seat with every bump in the road. Lily talked the whole way about outfits for the club, which guys she hoped would be there, how drunk she planned to get. I nodded and smiled and tried not to moan every time the plug dragged over the bruised places inside me.

The beach was busy but not packed. We claimed a couple of chairs near the water. Lily immediately stripped down to her bikini and ran for the waves. I took my shorts off slower, feeling Marcus’s eyes on me from where he’d parked higher up on the sand. The white bottoms were thin. If anyone looked closely they might notice the faint outline of the flared base between my cheeks.

I lay back on the chair, knees bent, and let the sun bake into my skin. Every small adjustment made the plug move. My c**t throbbed. I kept thinking about Marcus’s voice that morning—All day. Every time you feel that plug, remember who put it there.

He eventually walked down, still in a T-shirt and dark shorts, and dropped into the chair beside me. Lily was far enough out in the water that she couldn’t hear.

“How’s my c*m doing in there?” he asked under his breath, eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

I turned my head toward him, voice soft. “Still full, Daddy. It’s leaking a little around the edges every time I move. My bikini’s getting wet.”

His jaw tightened. “Good. Leave it. I want you walking around this beach knowing you’re stuffed with me while all these people look at your body.”

I spread my thighs a fraction wider on the chair, just enough for him to see the damp spot forming on the white fabric. “It’s starting to show.”

“Let it.”

We stayed like that for almost an hour—Lily swimming and flirting with a couple of guys in the water, me lying there with Marcus’s plug locked inside me, him watching every shift of my hips like he owned them. When Lily finally came back, dripping and laughing, she flopped onto her chair and announced she was starving.

We left the beach around three. Back at the house I went straight upstairs, locked the guest-room door, and finally pulled the plug out over the toilet. A thick river of Marcus’s c*m poured out of me, more than I expected, running down my thighs in heavy white streaks. I watched it drip and felt empty and used and so turned on I had to bite my wrist to stay quiet.

I didn’t clean all of it. I left the sticky mess on my thighs, put the plug in the sink to wash later, and started getting ready for the club.

Lily burst in twenty minutes later with two dresses, makeup bags, and a bottle of something pink and strong. We did shots while we got dressed. She chose a tight red number that barely covered her ass. I chose black—short, backless, so tight it looked painted on. No bra. No panties. The fabric clung to the dried c*m still streaking my inner thighs if anyone looked close enough.

Marcus was waiting downstairs when we came down in heels. His eyes went straight to me, dragged from my bare legs up to the way the dress hugged my t**s and the bare curve of my ass. For a second I thought he might drag me back upstairs and ruin the outfit before we even left.

Instead he just said, voice tight, “I’ll drive.”

Lily chattered the whole way about the club, the music, the guys. I sat in the back seat directly behind Marcus so he could see me in the rearview mirror. Halfway there I spread my legs a little and watched his hands tighten on the steering wheel when he realized I was bare under the dress.

We pulled up to the neon-lit entrance a little after ten. The line was already long. Music thudded through the walls. Lily grabbed my hand, excited.

Marcus looked at me through the rearview one last time before we got out.

“I’ll be here at one,” he said quietly. “Not a minute later. And when you get in this car… I want to know if that cunt is still empty or if you let someone else fill it.”

I leaned forward between the seats, close enough that only he could hear.

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ll keep it warm for you.”

Then I stepped out into the night in my tiny black dress, still sticky between the thighs from him, and followed Lily toward the music and the lights and whatever trouble was waiting inside.