The cabin of the Gulfstream was deathly quiet, except for the hum of the jet engines.

I was naked, admiring my body in the mirror.

Faint finger-marks bloomed across the crest of my hips. My inner thighs were tender from days of intense claiming with daddy's cock. Across my collarbone and the swell of my breasts, red bite marks stood out against pale skin.

Between my legs, my core still throbbed. It was a reminder and a desire to have, over and over again, the man who had split me open, wired ...