T he morning after the nightclub, I woke up before Daddy. My body ached in the most familiar way now — a constant, dull reminder of how thoroughly I had been used. The collar felt heavier against my throat today, and when I shifted, I could still feel the faint stretch from the plug and the vibrator.

I turned my head to look at him. Daddy was still asleep, his strong arm draped possessively over my waist. Even in sleep, he held me like I might disappear if he let go.

A strange wave of emotions hit me all at once.

This is wrong.

The thought came uninvited, sharp and...