Chapter 2: Forever His Little Girl
I wake up sore in the best possible way.
Sunlight filters through half-closed blinds in soft golden stripes, warming the massive king bed that definitely isn’t the guest-room twin I fell asleep expecting. My body feels heavy, languid, every muscle humming with the memory of yesterday—ass still throbbing faintly from the hardest spanking of my life, p***y aching deep inside with that delicious, well-used fullness that only comes from being f****d thoroughly and repeatedly by a man who knows exactly what he is doing.
I stretch carefully, a soft whimper escaping as the pull between my legs reminds me just how big he is. I am wearing one of Uncle Luke’s soft black T-shirts, the hem brushing mid-thigh, sleeves falling past my elbows. It smells like him—cle
