Make Me Moan, Daddy-Chapter 79

REINA

I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.

Not a small one. A big one. The kind that left every part of me sore and stiff. When I tried to move my legs, they didn’t cooperate. My thighs shook. My lower back felt tight. Even my ribs hurt a little when I breathed too deeply.

The space beside me on the mattress felt empty. I reached out, touching the cool sheet, and there was no Domenico there.

"Seriously?" I muttered. "You couldn’t even wait until I woke up, hmm? Fucking bastard!"

I tried to sit up. Pain shot straight between my legs.

"Shit... okay. Okay! Slow, Reina." I pressed my palm to the mattress and breathed through it.

Last night rushed back all at once. Him. His hands. His mouth. The way he’d held me down when I couldn’t stop shaking. The way he’d filled me until I couldn’t think. The way Domenico had fucked life out of me.

"No wonder I couldn’t move." I grumbled, pressing my lips together to stop myself from smiling.

I looked around for my phone, squinting my eyes. But there was nothing on the nightstand. Nothing under the blankets. I leaned over the edge of the bed and checked the floor.

It wasn’t there either.

"Great. Perfect. Of course I can’t remember where I left my goddamn phone."

I swung my legs off the mattress and immediately regretted it. My knees almost buckled. I grabbed the edge of the bed to steady myself and then caught a glimpse of myself when I looked down.

Even though it seemed like Domenico had cleaned me before he left, there were still faint traces of his cum between my thighs.

My face got hot immediately. "He couldn’t clean everything? Really?" I let out a dry chuckle, holding my head with one hand as I felt a pang of pain in my head. "Fuck, he really messed me up, huh? I can’t believe I’m into him that much."

I sighed and stood up fully, even though my body clearly hated me now because of how much it was aching all over. I stared down at my naked form and... Fuck! I looked wrecked!

"Where in the God’s name is my dress?" I sighed, rubbing two fingers against my temple.

I needed clothes. Any clothes. I couldn’t walk around naked, not when it was already bright outside and the staffs must have resumed duty and it won’t be nice for them to see me walking out of my father-in-law’s building naked.

The thought alone made my stomach twist.

"Let’s check the big guy’s closet. I could fit into any of his shirts."

I went straight into Domenico’s closet. The cold air hit me, and so did the smell of his cologne, his suits, everything neat and lined up.

I grabbed the first shirt I saw. A black button-up. Soft. Expensive. Way too big for me. I put it on anyway and rolled the sleeves up a little so I could see my hands.

When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I winced.

My hair was a mess. My lips were swollen. My eyes looked tired and... different. Not dreamy. Just obviously someone who’d had too much sex and not enough water.

"Fantastic," I mumbled. "I look like I committed a crime."

I stepped out of the closet. Still no sign of Domenico.

"Where did he even go, leaving me alone after fucking me senseless?" I grumbled as I stepped into the hallway.

I headed downstairs slowly, using the banister because my legs were still shaking. Halfway down, I heard his voice.

"...I said don’t come home yet," he was saying, firm and irritated. "You need to find your sister first."

I blinked. Paolo. He must be talking to Paolo.

I paused on the bottom step and leaned forward a little.

"Yes," Domenico said, voice sharper now. "No, listen to me. Bring her home. You’re not to come back home until you find that stupid sister of yours. Do you understand?"

I took a few more steps, and that’s when he noticed me.

He turned his head slightly, eyes landing on my bare legs under his shirt. His jaw tightened for a second like he was trying not to react.

He kept the phone to his ear. "Paolo... don’t worry about your wife. She’s doing very well."

My stomach dropped. My face burned instantly.

He ended the call and put the phone down on the bar counter. Then he walked toward me.

Not fast. Not slow. Just... certain.

"Good morning, princess." He said quietly, eyeing me from head to toe. "You’re up earlier than I expected."

"I can barely walk," I whispered. "So yeah. I’m very up."

He huffed a small laugh. "Come here."

Before I could argue, his hands were on my waist, and he lifted me like I weighed nothing. He set me on the bar counter, standing between my legs, his palms warm on my thighs.

"You okay?" he asked, looking right at me.

I stared down at him, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer, my arms shot out on their own accord, wrapping around his neck. "I’m sore."

"That’s not shocking." He grinned, snaking his hands under my shirt, grabbing my bare ass and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?" I smirked, biting down on my lower lip.

"Very."

I rolled my eyes, but my face burned harder.

He reached up and touched my cheek. His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, almost gentle.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"I don’t know yet."

"You need to eat." he let out, his voice was insanely gentle. It made my pussy throb with need.

"You need to stop acting like you’re my..." the rest of my words died in my stomach when he gave my ass a hard spank, stealing a desperate moan from me.

"My what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shut my mouth immediately, I was already at my limit after everything we did last night, couldn’t afford to push him into taking me again this morning.

Domenico smirked, just a little.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Well enough," I muttered. "You weren’t in bed."

"I had a call," he said. "And I didn’t want to wake you. You were dead asleep."

"That doesn’t mean you can sneak off after fucking me to sleep." I frowned, running my fingers through his shiny hair. "I’m not one of your cheap sluts, sir."

His expression softened... barely, but enough to notice. "You’re not..." He groaned, glaring at me. "Stop comparing yourself to the likes of them."

"But..."

"You’re in my bed, and I’m still right here, didn’t leave the building," he said, cutting me off. "You’re not waking up alone. And you’re not one of those cheap sluts."

"That’s not what it felt like."

He leaned in slightly. "Do you want me there when you wake up?"

I swallowed. "...yes."

"Then I’ll be there next time," he said simply.

My chest tightened at how easily he said it.

His hand slid up my thigh. Not sexual. Just warm. Steady. Present.

"You’re wearing my shirt," he said, eyes lingering on the collar. As if finally noticing it. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"I didn’t exactly have options."

"I like it on you."

"It’s huge on me."

"It should be." he smirked, biting his lip in a way that made me want to replace the teeth biting his lip with mine. "My cock was also huge but fits perfectly inside you. Everything about me is huge."

I looked away, suddenly flustered. "Why were you talking to Paolo?"

"Because he wanted to come back early," Domenico said. "I told him not to."

"Why?"

He held my gaze for a moment before answering.

"You need rest," he said. "And I’m not done with you."

My heart skipped. I didn’t know what to say to that.

He pressed a hand to my thigh again. "How bad is the soreness?"

"You want a scale? One to ten?"

"Give me the number."

"Eight," I admitted. "Maybe nine if I try to walk too fast."

He nodded once. "I’ll get you something for it."

"You don’t have to—"

"I’m going to," he interrupted.

There wasn’t a hint of hesitation. No teasing. No dominance. Just certainty.

I stared at him. "You’re being... nice."

"Don’t get used to it," he said, though the way he looked at me didn’t match his tone.

I breathed out a small laugh. "I’m trying not to."

He studied me for a few seconds, like he was thinking about something he wasn’t sure he should say.

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

Not rough. Not deep. Just a soft, warm kiss. A morning kiss. Maybe the kind that lovers shared every morning?

It hit harder than last night’s did. It made me feel like I meant more to him than a fling.

Domenico’s hand cradled the back of my neck, steadying me, like he wanted me to know I wasn’t going anywhere.

"Reina," he murmured against my mouth.

"Hm?"

"There’s something I want from you."

I looked at him, waiting.

His breath brushed my lips, so was his hard cock against my stomach.

"I’d love," he said, voice steady, "for you to divorce my son."