Chapter nine: The morning after

Bronte’s POV

Sunlight poured through the half open curtains, warm across my bare legs.

I stirred slowly, every muscle in my body protesting. A deep, delicious ache throbbed between my thighs.

My ass burned faintly where Rufus had spanked me, and my wrists carried faint red lines from his belt.

For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened last night.

'Daddy', the word echoed in my head, sending a fresh wave of shame and heat through me.

I had begged him. I had called him Daddy while he fucked me like he owned me. And the worst part? I had loved every second of it.

I turned my head. The bed was empty beside me, but I could hear movement downstairs. The smell of coffee drifted up from the kitchen.

Carefully, I sat up and winced. My body was covered in marks, fingerprints on my hips, a hickey just below my collarbone, and the unmistakable evidence of his cum still sticky on my inner thighs.

I looked like I’d been claimed. Because I had.

I grabbed one of Rufus’s oversized shirts from the chair and slipped it on, the hem falling just past my ass.

No panties. I wasn’t sure if that was my choice or because he’d ruined the ones I wore yesterday.

When I reached the kitchen, he was standing by the counter, shirtless in gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

The sight of his muscular back and broad shoulders made my breath catch. He turned when he heard me, and his eyes immediately darkened as they roamed over my body.

“Morning, princess,” he said, voice still rough from sleep. He set his coffee down and crooked a finger at me. “Come here.”

Did he just call me princess? oh my god

I walked over slowly, hyper-aware of how exposed I felt. When I was close enough, he pulled me between his legs and lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing.

The cold marble made me gasp.

Rufus stepped between my thighs, hands sliding up under the shirt to grip my waist.

He leaned in and kissed me in a slow, deep, and possessive way. His tongue claimed my mouth the same way his cock had claimed my body last night.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Sore,” I admitted, cheeks burning. “Everywhere.”

A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. “Good. I want you to feel me all day.”

One of his hands drifted down to cup my pussy possessively. His fingers brushed over my swollen folds. “Still dripping with me?”

I whimpered and nodded.

“That’s my girl.” he chuckled darkly

He kissed me again, harder this time, while his fingers began to slowly circle my clit.

I was already wet. Pathetically wet. My hips rocked against his hand before I could stop myself.

“Rufus..”

“Daddy,” he corrected, nipping at my bottom lip.

“When my hands are on you or my cock is inside you, you call me Daddy. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned as he pushed two fingers inside me.

He fucked me with his fingers right there on the kitchen counter, slow and steady, while his thumb worked my clit. I clutched his shoulders, gasping into his mouth.

“You’re going to come for me like this,” he murmured against my lips.

“Then you’re going to eat breakfast with my cum running down your thighs.”

The filthy words pushed me over the edge. I came hard, crying out as my pussy clenched around his fingers. He kept stroking me through it until I was trembling.

When I finally came down, he pulled his fingers out and pushed them into my mouth.

“Suck.”

I obeyed, tasting myself on him.

“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead tenderly.

“Now sit down and eat. You’re going to need your strength for school today.”

We ate breakfast together like a normal family except I was sitting on a towel because I was leaking, and every time I shifted, I felt the reminder of last night’s punishment.

I had almost forgotten i had classes today and probably Chloe would be waiting for me.

Halfway through, my phone vibrated on the counter. I glanced at it.

It was Jake who had just messaged me

"I’m not joking, Bronte. I’m coming over if you don’t answer me."

My stomach flipped. Rufus noticed immediately. He picked up my phone before I could, read the message, and his jaw tightened.

“He’s persistent,” he said coldly. “I’ll handle it.”

“No,” I said quickly, grabbing his wrist. “Please. Let me deal with him. If you get involved, it’ll only make things worse.”

Rufus stared at me for a long moment, eyes dangerous. Then he set the phone down.

“Fine. But you have one hour to shut him down. If he keeps pushing…” He leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ll show him exactly who you belong to now.”

I swallowed hard.

After breakfast, Rufus went to his office to make some calls. I quickly texted Jake back:

I’m fine. Meet me at the park near campus in 30 minutes. Just talk. Nothing more.

I felt sick as I sent it. I was lying to everyone now, to Jake, to my mom, and worst of all, to myself.

I changed into a simple sundress, one that hid most of the marks Rufus had left on me. When I came downstairs, Rufus was waiting by the door.

He pulled me in for a deep kiss, his hand sliding under my dress to squeeze my bare ass.

“No panties?” he asked with a raised brow.

I shook my head.

“Good girl.” He kissed me again, harder. “Hurry back. I’m not done with you today.”

As I drove to meet Jake, my thighs still sticky and my body aching, I realized something scaring

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be done with Rufus either.