Daddy's hand slipped under my arms and lifted me from the padded floor. The blanket fell away, and cool air hit my skin—my pussy still swollen, my breasts heavy with milk that hadn't been drained fully. He carried me through the house without a word, his footsteps steady on the hardwood.

The SUV waited in the driveway, dark and patient. He strapped me into the back seat, the leather cold against my bare thighs. No shift this time. No dress. Just my body, exposed to the morning light filtering through the tinted windows.