The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the room and landing squarely on my face. My body felt like it had been through a battlefield — every muscle aching, especially in places I hadn’t realized could hurt this much. I groaned quietly, trying to ease myself up on the plush couch, my legs tight and throbbing.

“Holy hell,” I muttered breathlessly, wincing as I adjusted my position.

From the hallway, Justin appeared — freshly showered, his damp hair tousled, and just a towel wrapped low around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his sculpted chest and shoulders. My eyes couldn’t help but follow the trail of water that slid down the fabric, heat flushing my cheeks unexpectedly.

“Kitten,” he teased, his voice a low rumble. “Morning.”

I swallowed hard and managed a shy, “Morning.” My gaze flicked from his intense eyes up to his face, then down again. “You shouldn’t stare like that. It’s rude.”

He grinned, stepping closer, the towel shifting slightly. “You were incredible, baby. Really handled your first taste of a swirl like a pro.”

A swirl? The phrase caught me off guard, making me blink as I tried to decode the meaning behind it. “Thank you, sir,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Justin’s eyes wandered to the small piercings at my navel and hips, and he cocked his head. “When did you get these?”

My fingers instinctively brushed over the cool metal, memories flooding back of the nervous excitement when James had taken me to get them a year ago, right after he got his new tattoo.

“Oh, James took me when he got his tattoo,” I said softly.

He smirked, his gaze warming. “Mmm, they look sexy on you. Very sexy.” He sauntered off toward his closet to dress. “You should shower to ease those muscles, kitten. If you want me to wash your hair, just call, and I’ll be right there to take care of you.”

The thought of him touching me again made a familiar hunger flicker inside me. An idea sparked, but I hesitated, unsure if it would fly. I rose to my feet, catching his eye and rolling mine casually. “I guess I’ll shower alone then.”

His hand lifted, fingertips grazing my cheek, steadying me as his eyes locked mine. “Go ahead to the master bath. Don’t get dressed — wait for me on the bed, ready and waiting.”

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, their frantic dance matching the fluttering in my chest. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips.

The master bathroom was a sanctuary of luxury — marble floors gleamed beneath my feet, two sinks flanked a broad vanity mirror that framed the room’s elegance. The shower stall was cavernous, easily fitting two people, the glass walls fogging slightly as I turned on the water and stepped inside.

The warmth of the spray was a balm against my tender skin, soothing the soreness that lingered from the night’s intensity. My hands moved slowly over my body, washing away sweat and leaving me tingling with fresh sensation.

Memories of last night’s wild mix of tenderness and raw dominance flickered in my mind — Justin’s touch was both gentle and commanding, every movement igniting a spark deep inside me.

“Everything okay, kitten?” his voice filtered through the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute,” I called back, finishing the last rinse of shampoo from my hair. I shut off the water, reaching for the fluffy white towels hanging nearby, wrapping myself in their soft embrace.

Stepping out, I glanced around the vast living space — an enormous sectional sofa that could swallow a person whole, a sleek plasma screen mounted on the wall, and a spiral staircase that hinted at more opulence upstairs. The black and white marble floors gleamed under the natural light pouring in, and a stylish kitchen bar stood ready for casual meals, cluttered with every gadget a culinary enthusiast could dream of.

Justin’s wealth was undeniable — the kind that intrigued me, not because of the money, but because of the power and control he wielded so effortlessly. It was a stark contrast to the usual shallow glitz of rich guys I’d encountered, who made money their whole conversation. Justin was different. His confidence wasn’t just in his bank account; it was in his presence.

With damp hair cascading down my back and my skin still glowing from the shower, I entered the master bedroom. Justin’s eyes darkened, and he gave a low growl of approval.

He gestured toward the floor — a silent command for me to crawl to him. I lowered myself on all fours, moving carefully across the soft carpet, locking eyes with him the entire time.

“Hi, kitten,” he purred softly, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Hi, Daddy,” I breathed out, feeling the heat in my voice.

His fingers weaved into my hair, playing gently as he drew me closer. “Bend over my lap, kitten.”

Obediently, I positioned myself over his legs, the bed beneath us a sea of soft linens. His fingers pressed inside me, slow and teasing, and I let out a soft moan, barely containing the growing ache between my legs.

“Sir,” I whispered, aching for more as his fingers withdrew.

“I want to show you something,” he murmured, his voice low and intense. “Think about it for me.”

I nodded, still bent over his lap, muscles taut and anticipation buzzing under my skin.

A faint zip sounded, and before I could ask, he held up a small, discreet plug. It was delicate, just large enough to fill me comfortably.

Adrenaline mingled with nervous excitement as he applied a slick oil to my skin, his hands gliding over my backside, caressing my sensitive spots and teasing my clit.

“You know what I like, kitten?” he whispered, the pressure increasing ever so slightly.

“Oh, please, sir!” I begged, trembling.

He withdrew his fingers again, savoring my reaction. “Your body responds to me so easily, following every command, feeding my hunger,” he said, sliding the plug inside me with soothing care.

“Breathe,” he coaxed, helping me adjust as my body acclimated to the new sensation, biting my lip against the sharp pinch of pleasure and vulnerability.

His voice dropped an octave, slow and commanding. “Do you know why you’re being punished, baby girl?”

My heart hammered, breath catching in my throat. “I rolled my eyes,” I admitted, a teasing defiance in my tone.

A deep chuckle rumbled from him. “No, you broke a rule on purpose. I’m being gentle now, but don’t expect mercy next time.”

His fingers found me again, grinding slowly in a rhythm that made my breath hitch, my body trembling with need.

“Count for me, kitten. Like the good girl you are.”

“One,” I moaned as his hand delivered a sharp sting to my backside, the pain thrilling and electric.

“Two.” Another crack, another delicious shock.

“Three.” The cadence continued, each blow sending waves of pleasure surging through me.

My hunger deepened, craving him fully — to be taken hard and claimed completely.

“Ten.” I gasped, trembling as my climax crashed over me, my body shaking in the aftershocks.

Justin’s hands soothed my fiery skin, rubbing gentle circles to ease the sting.

“Did you cum, kitten?”

I nodded, breathless. “Yes, sir.”

His erection pressed insistently against my stomach, and he commanded softly, “Up. Undress me.”

Eager, I peeled his boxers down, freeing his hardened cock. My cheeks flushed at the familiar sight, remembering how recently he had been deep inside me.

“Get on,” he urged.

I straddled him slowly, lowering myself onto his length, every nerve alight.

“You’re on birth control, right?” His hand brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“Yes.”

He smiled, dark and satisfied. “Perfect.”

He thrust deeply, the familiar ache between my legs sharpening, both of us gasping.

“Fuck!” he hissed, stretching me open with deliberate force.

His lips found my nipple, sucking and flicking, sending vibrations through my core.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled, pulling me flush against him.

“I belong to you and only you,” I moaned, matching his pace as his thrusts grew harder and messier.

“Louder,” he demanded, nipping and biting gently at my breasts.

“I’m yours! Daddy, I’m all yours!”

He bit down softly on my nipple, pushing me over the edge as a fiery wave coursed through my body.

“Fuck!”

He shifted me onto all fours, gripping my hair tightly as he pounded into me, each thrust rougher than the last. It was intense, borderline overwhelming, but beneath the surface, the pain was a deliciously twisted pleasure, and I was utterly hooked.

“Such a good girl, taking daddy’s cock like that.”

I bit my lip, feeling the familiar burn rising in my stomach as the climax approached.

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum for daddy.”

The orgasm ripped through me, legs shaking involuntarily. Justin followed, releasing deep inside, hitting his final stroke with a grunt.

“Lick me clean,” he ordered, his voice thick with need. My mouth watered as I turned, taking him into my mouth, tasting the mingled essence of us both.

“My kitten,” he murmured, leaning back on the headboard with a satisfied sigh, holding out his hand.

I smiled softly. “Your kitten.”

He pulled me close, fingers threading through my hair as he whispered, “I’m glad you tried this, Sarah. I know it’s new and scary, but I’ll take care of you.”

I rested my head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart calming the butterflies in my stomach.

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By late afternoon, after hours wrapped in each other’s warmth, reality crept back in. We reluctantly pulled apart, knowing I had to leave before getting too comfortable.

“You could stay,” Justin teased, dangling my bag just out of reach.

“I can’t. I need to rest — my boss is a hard ass, and I can’t afford to be late tomorrow.” I laughed nervously.

He shook his head, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “Alright, but not without my kiss.”

“Justin...”

He silenced me with a smirk, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue swept inside, warm and demanding, soaking my panties in seconds.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured against my lips before finally letting me go.

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By eight in the evening, after a couple more rounds that left me pleasantly sore and utterly exhausted, I finally managed to pull myself out the door.

I was glad to escape before spending another night; as much as I craved being with him, weekends together would be a recipe for disaster. James would lose it, and honestly, so would I. James and I had never lived together — this was uncharted territory.

When I got home, the inevitable questions hit me like a freight train.

“Where the hell have you been?” James demanded, arms crossed, eyes sharp.

I hated lying to him — my best friend who already knew how complicated things with Justin were.

“I was with Dustin,” I blurted out, hoping to sound convincing.

“He lives down the road, come up with a better lie,” I muttered, frustrated.

Finally, I gave in. “I spent the night with Justin.”

James scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Damn, Sarah. You move fast when you want to, huh?”

His words caught me off guard, cutting sharper than I expected.

“Woah, you need to take a good look in the mirror, man-whore,” I snapped back, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. “I’m done talking to you until you can speak like a decent human being.”