Mistak Me Again, Daddy! 4 (16)

~Sadie

Morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, burning sharply against my closed eyelids.

My body felt heavily bruised and deliciously sore in every single muscle. Sometime during the night, I had tossed and turned, kicking the plush bath towel completely off my body, leaving me lying stark naked in the middle of the silk sheets.

A sharp, deafening roar shattered the morning quiet.

"SADIE?!"

My eyes snapped open, my vision swimming in a blurred daze. The towering figure of Garret was standing right at the edge of the mattress, fully dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and slacks.

The memory of everything he had done to me in the dim blue light flashed through my mind at lightning speed, his heavy hands, his massive cock, the brutal spankings, and the way he had driven me past my limits.

A hot, involuntary blush rushed straight to my cheeks, turning my entire face bright red as I looked up at him through my messy hair.

Garret’s face was completely drained of color, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched beneath his skin.

His dark eyes were wide with a terrifying mixture of absolute shock and mounting rage as he stared down at my bare, marked body.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?!" he roared, his voice shaking the entire master suite.

Geez... his head finally cleared. The drugs had completely worn off, and the harsh daylight had shattered his illusion. He finally realized that the slut he had bound, beaten, and fucked senseless wasn't a hired girl from an agency.

I was Sadie. His daughter's best friend. The daughter of his best friend of eighteen years.

Panicking, I gasped out loud, scrambling backward across the mattress and yanking the thick, heavy duvet all the way up to my chin, clutching the fabric tight against my chest to hide my bare, bruised skin.

I held my breath for a second, my heart hammering against my ribs, before a sudden, thrilling wave of confidence washed through me.

What was done was done. He had already marked me, bound me, and claimed every inch of my body. There was no going back now.

Slowly, deliberately, I let the heavy duvet slide down my chest, dropping it onto the mattress and stepping completely naked out of the bed.

Garret’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes darkening as they involuntarily tracked down my bare, marked skin.

I walked right up to him, stopping mere inches from his towering frame. Reaching up with trembling, delicate fingers, I began adjusting the misaligned buttons of his crisp white dress shirt.

Before he could react, I took his massive, calloused hand and guided it down to the curve of my bare hip, pressing his heavy palm against my butt cheek.

I pulled his hand back slightly and let it snap flat against my skin with a soft, stinging slap.

A soft sigh escaped my parted lips as I leaned up on my tiptoes, whispering right against his sharp jawline.

"Remember that feeling?" I purred, my breath hot against his neck. "You made me feel like a real woman yesterday, Garret. I know this is forbidden... I know it’s a total taboo, but trust me, we reached heaven last night. I’ve never felt anything like…"

"Shut the fuck up!" Garret snarled, his control violently snapping.

He grabbed my shoulders and shoved me backward with ferocious force.

My back hit the soft mattress, and I tumbled onto the bed, my hair fanning out across the pillows. Garret stood over me, his face twisted in a terrifying, storm-like rage, pointing a shaking finger straight at my face.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" he barked, his voice echoing off the high ceiling.

"You are twenty years old! You are Avery's best friend! Your father has been my closest friend for eighteen years, Sadie! Do you have any idea what you've done?! If your father finds out, if Avery finds out…"

"Does it even matter?!" I shouted right back, sitting up on the bed without making a single move to cover my bare body.

A wicked, defiant smile spread across my face as I looked him dead in the eye, my voice dripping with pure, unadulterated provocation.

"Does any of that change the fact that you fucked me, Garret?" I taunted, leaning forward. "Oh, please! Where was all this taboo instinct last night when you had me bound in shackles? Where was your moral compass when you bent me over, poured oil between my ass cheeks, and fucked the absolute hell out of me, huh?! Where was it, Garret?!"

He froze, his dark eyes wide, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding together.

"Snap out of it, be a man, and just admit it," I whispered softly, my voice dropping into a lethal, seductive purr as I locked eyes with him. "You loved every single second of it.”