The next morning, I woke up in Daddy’s bed.

I didn’t remember falling asleep there. After he fucked me senseless on the couch, he must have carried me upstairs. My body was deliciously sore pussy still tender, ass slightly stretched from the plug he’d left inside me overnight, and the black leather collar snug around my throat.

I was completely naked except for the collar.

Daddy was already awake, sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. He looked powerful even in bed bare chest, dark hair tousled, the sheet barely covering his hips.

“Morning, babygirl,” he said without looking up. His free hand reached over and casually cupped...