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The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, but Emma barely noticed. Her body still tingled from the night before, and every nerve screamed Adrian’s name.

Adrian was already awake when she stumbled into the kitchen, dressed sharply in a fitted suit, but there was a dangerous calm in the way he moved. He didn’t say good morning.

“Sit,” he commanded softly, gesturing to the chair across from him.

Emma obeyed instantly. Her heart raced even at the simple word.

“You slept well?” he asked casually, though his eyes betrayed him.

“I… yes,” she said, trying not to remember the bruises and bites. Her voice was small. Vulnerable.

Adrian leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Good. You will need to be attentive today. Obedience isn’t just for the bedroom.”

Emma’s stomach flipped. She wasn’t sure if it was fear, excitement, or the constant pull he had over her.

“Daddy,” she whispered, “what do you mean?”

He smiled faintly. “I mean,” he said, “that every choice you make from now on… affects me. Testing limits isn’t optional.”

Her hands fidgeted in her lap. She wanted to argue, to step back, but her body betrayed her, leaning closer despite her mind screaming restraint.

Adrian’s gaze dropped to her hands, then slowly to her lips. “You feel that pull,” he murmured. “Good. It means you understand where your place is.”

Emma shivered. He was close enough now that the faint scent of his cologne wrapped around her like a leash. She wanted it. She hated herself for wanting it.

He leaned forward. “Tonight, we will see how far your obedience really goes. I will test you… and you will respond. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Daddy,” she whispered, barely audible.

“Good girl,” he said, a hint of a growl in his tone.

He stood abruptly, giving her little time to process, and walked toward the door. “Come. It is time to see if your words mean anything.”

She followed.

When he stopped, he turned toward her, voice dropping to a low rumble. “Now… show me. Show me that you understand what it means to belong to me.”

Adrian didn’t move. He simply stood there, hands in his pockets, watching her with that unnerving calm that made her feel stripped bare long before any clothes came off.

“On your knees, Emma.”

Her knees buckled before her brain caught up. The hardwood was cool against her skin as she sank down in front of him, heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it.

He let the silence stretch, let her feel the weight of waiting. Then he stepped forward, one slow step, until the front of his trousers brushed her lips.

“Take me out. Use only your mouth.”

Emma’s breath hitched. She leaned in, teeth grazing the zipper, tugging it down carefully. The sound of the metal teeth parting felt deafening. She nosed the fabric aside, mouthing at the thick outline of him through his boxer briefs until the cotton was soaked with her saliva and his precum. Only then did she hook the waistband with her teeth and drag it down.

His cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, the tip already slick. She looked up the long line of his body, waiting for permission.

Adrian threaded his fingers through her hair.

“Open.”

She did. He fed himself past her lips slowly, letting her feel every inch stretch her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat, he held her there, watching tears gather in her eyes.

“Breathe through your nose, baby. You are going to take all of me.”

He started to move—long strokes that pushed deeper each time until her throat relaxed around him. Saliva dripped down her chin, onto her chest, but she didn’t dare wipe it away. She kept her hands clasped behind her back exactly where he liked them.

Minutes passed. Her jaw ached, her knees burned, but the ache between her legs was worse. Every time he groaned her name, her clit throbbed.

Finally he pulled out, leaving her gasping, lips swollen and glistening.

“Stand up. Turn around. Hands on the dining table.”

Emma scrambled to obey, palms flat on the cool glass surface. Adrian moved behind her, gathering her thin cotton dress in his fists and ripping it straight up the back. The sound of tearing fabric made her gasp. He left her in nothing but blue panties.

He didn’t bother taking them off. He simply hooked a finger under the crotch and yanked it aside.

“You are soaked,” he murmured against her ear, two fingers sliding through her folds and pushing inside without warning. “This cunt is crying for me.”

Emma whimpered, pushing back against his hand. He curled his fingers hard, stroking that spot that made her knees buckle.

“Stay still.”

He withdrew, and she heard the clink of his belt. Then the thick, blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

There was a mirror on the far wall. Their eyes locked in the reflection as he drove into her in one brutal thrust. Emma cried out, fingers scrabbling for a hold on the glass. He didn’t give her time to adjust—he pulled back and slammed in again, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked the heavy table with every stroke.

One hand fisted in her hair, wrenching her head back. The other slid around to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her feel light-headed.

“Tell me who owns this body.”

“You—Daddy—fuck—only you—”

He growled, hips snapping harder. The angle was perfect, relentless, dragging over every sensitive place inside her until she was sobbing with it.

“I am going to mark you again,” he rasped. “So deep no one will ever doubt who you belong to.”

He released her throat, both hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave a bruise as he pounded into her. Emma’s orgasm crashed over her without warning, her walls clamping down so tight he cursed.

Adrian didn’t stop. He rode her through it, drawing it out until she was shaking, oversensitive and begging.

Only then did he pull out, spin her around, and shove her down to her knees again.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

She obeyed instantly, dazed and trembling.

He stroked himself once, twice—then came with a groan, painting thick ropes across her tongue, her lips, her cheeks. The last spurt landed deliberately on the hollow of her throat, sliding slowly down between her breasts.

Adrian exhaled, tucking himself away. He cupped her chin, smearing his release across her lower lip with his thumb.

“Look at you,” he said softly, voice rough with satisfaction. “Covered in me. Marked inside and out.”

He leaned down, pressing a strangely gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Good girl. Now go clean up—only your face. You will wear the rest of me all day under your clothes. Every time you move, you will remember who you belong to.”

Emma stayed on her knees for a moment longer, chest heaving, body humming with aftershocks. When she finally looked up, Adrian was watching her with dark, possessive pride.

“Welcome to day two, little girl,” he murmured. “The testing has only just begun.”