I barely slept. The massive plug Maddox had forced into my c*m-filled ass kept me stretched and leaking all night. Every shift in bed sent fresh waves of filthy need through my body. By morning, my thighs were sticky with dried c*m, my holes throbbing, and my mind completely broken for Daddy.
I returned to The Velvet Underground the next night exactly as instructed — tiny red dress that barely covered my ass, no panties, the heavy plug still buried deep inside me. My p***y was already dripping down my legs before I even reached the VIP area.
Maddox was waiting on his throne, looking even more dangerous in a black suit. His eyes darkened with approval as I approached. “Crawl, princess,” he commanded immediately.
I dropped to my hands and knees in front of the other VIP guests and crawled
