The next few days were tense.

Daddy didn’t mention Sophia again, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every time he took a phone call in his office with the door closed, my stomach twisted. Every time he worked late, I wondered if he was meeting her.

I tried to be the perfect toy. I wore the plugs and vibrators without complaint. I served him eagerly on my knees every morning. I begged for his cock like a good girl. But the guilt and fear were growing inside me like a shadow.

One evening, after he had fucked me hard over his desk and filled my pussy with his cum,...