The next morning I woke up with the larger plug still firmly inside my ass. Every movement reminded me of Daddy’s ownership.

I was lying in his bed again, completely naked except for the black leather collar. My body felt used in the best way sore, marked, and still slightly sticky from last night.

Daddy walked into the bedroom carrying a small black box. He was already dressed for the day in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, looking every inch the powerful billionaire CEO.

“Morning, babygirl,” he said, voice deep and calm. “How does your ass feel?”

“Full, Daddy,” I answered honestly, cheeks heating. “It’s bigger than yesterday.”...