Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel by Rebel Wild (books to read for 13 year olds .TXT) 📕

“Pleased, sir,” I tell him, with my voice noticeably higher from the feeling.

“I’m very pleased to hear that,” he says, pressing his lips to my ear.

It causes a tickling sensation, so I scrunch my shoulders to move him away. His hands slide from underneath my bra before reaching up to unhook my hands.

“I didn’t realize you were so horny, Foxy. Unfortunately for both of us, you won’t be coming tonight.” He turns me around to unbuckle my restraints and notices my mouth is open in shock. He smirks at me for the second time tonight and I close it. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” he tells me in good humor. “You have no idea how much it pleases me to turn you on. Do you like to play with yourself?”

“Som… Sometimes… Yes, sir,” I answer him. No one’s ever asked me that before.

“How?”

“Sir?”

“What do you use to make yourself come?”

“Uh, I use… my fingers, sir,” I tell him, wanting the ground to swallow me up.

He goes over to retrieve my robe from behind the door and helps me slip it on.

“Have you played with yourself since you’ve arrived?”

“No, sir,” I tell him. I couldn’t possibly do that in someone else’s bed.

“I don’t want you pleasuring yourself any longer. That’s now my job and I plan to enjoy it, Foxy.”

“Sir?”

“What?” he asks, examining my wrists.

“Why are you calling me Foxy? What happened to Miss Warren?”

“We’ve established that this is a business agreement well enough for me to drop that formality.”

“Then why not call me Sydney?” I ask and he looks up at me so fast my racing heart almost stops. “Sir,” I quickly add, but it’s too late. He’s already pissed.

“Whatever the hell I call you, you will answer to it. Understand?”

“Yes, sir, I do. It’s just… never mind.”

“What? You found the nerve to question me in here, so you damn well better spit it all out.”

“I didn’t mean to question you, especially here. To be honest, sir, I was just wondering why the change in my name and to Foxy of all things. No one ever calls me that because I really hate it.”

“What about your father?”

“That’s different. He’s allowed to because he’s my daddy.”

For the first time in eighteen years, I understand why people say it’s better to just shut up sometimes because that glint in his eye says I’m in some weird kind of trouble.

“Well, you’ve just solved your problem.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s quite simple. I plan on calling you Foxy and since your daddy is the only one you’ll ‘allow’ to use the name, then from now on, that’s who I am.”

“What?” I frown at him. He can’t be serious. “Sir, no, that’s not… no—”

“It’s settled. You’ll call me Daddy while I fuck the shit out of you and I don’t want to hear any more about it.”

“But sir, I can’t call you Daddy.”

“You can and you will.”

“No.”

“Foxy, one more word out of your defiant little mouth and I’ll have you on your hands and knees crawling down Sunset Boulevard calling me Daddy for the whole fucking world to see. Do you understand?”

He stares at me, daring me to say that one word to him, almost begging me to say it, but I don’t. I keep my mouth shut and literally bite my tongue. I’ll be damned if I give him the satisfaction of humiliating me any more than he already has.

“Good,” he says, finally blinking.

And just like that, it’s over. I don’t know how he turns his emotions on and off so fast like that. I don’t even know if he wants me to be turned on, afraid, or ashamed, by what he just said. Judging by what I’ve seen on those porn sites, being degraded is supposed to turn me on. I really don’t get this whole Dom/sub thing.

“I want you in bed early tonight. You have a busy day ahead of you with visiting your father and I won’t have you tired.”

He must really want me to be ashamed if he thinks I want to talk about my father after what he just said.

“Um, am I allowed to go alone, sir?”

“Joe will drive you, but yes, you’ll see him alone.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Put the toys away before you go to bed and have a good night.”

“Sir, I’m to still call you Mr. Garrett when we’re outside of here, right?”

“Now you’re just being stupid,” he says and leaves me to my night.

I go to my room and undress, starting with my panties because the wetness has become uncomfortable. I just don’t understand how I reacted the way I did in the playroom. How could I be so terrified and turned on at the same time?

My hot shower lifts the horny fog I was in and the more I think about me having to call him Daddy, the more pissed I become. I may just commit murder before this whole thing is done. I dress for bed in pink silk pajamas and like a good little submissive, I go and clean the playroom. He really does have me trained.

The door was left ajar, so I pocket the key. I go about tidying up the large room, putting the restraints in their proper place before retrieving the riding crop from where it was dropped on the floor. I pick it up and test the weight of it in my hand, running my fingers along the coiled leather handle. I smack the palm of my hand with it a few times, but feeling silly, I return it to its place on the wall. Suddenly feeling like an intruder, I leave the room, locking the door behind me. I slip the key back into my pajama pocket and go downstairs for a drink of water.

“I would kill for a Coke,” I say out loud to myself as I screw the water bottle open and take a drink, but it isn’t satisfying me like a Coke would. “How can something so bad for you be so good?”

“You’d be surprised,”