Chapter 149 Please, Daddyplease Fuck Me

• I woke up in his bed the morning after the cabin weekend with his cum still dried between my thighs and the faint scent of lake water in my hair. He was already up—shirtless, coffee in hand, leaning against the doorframe watching me stretch like a cat under his sheets. The leather bracelet on my wrist felt heavier than ever, the little lock catching the morning light. When our eyes met, something in his expression shifted—darker, hungrier, almost pained.
• He set the mug down, crossed the room in three strides, and pulled the sheet off me in one slow tug. Naked, marked from the weekend—faint bruises on my hips from his grip, red lines on my ass from the belt—I felt exposed, owned, and so fucking wet already.
• “She’s ruined me,” he said quietly, almost to himself, voice rough from sleep and something heavier. “I can’t look at your dad without thinking about how deep I’ve been inside his daughter. How many times I’ve filled you. How you scream for me when he’s asleep down the hall.”