The next few days were tense.
Daddy didn’t mention Sophia again, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every time he took a phone call in his office with the door closed, my stomach twisted. Every time he worked late, I wondered if he was meeting her.
I tried to be the perfect toy. I wore the plugs and vibrators without complaint. I served him eagerly on my knees every morning. I begged for his c**k like a good girl. But the guilt and fear were growing inside me like a shadow.
One evening, after he had f****d me hard over his desk and filled my p***y with his c*m, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I was still bent over the desk, breathing heavily, when I whispered, “Are you going to marry her?”
Daddy stilled behind me. He slowly pulled out, turned me around, and lifted me to sit on the
