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

hear where it’s hiding. Right next to it is a diamond-studded leash. I hope he’s not planning on walking me. Images of me crawling around Beverly Hills for all the world to see spring into my head.

“This isn’t needed,” he tells me of the collar. “There’s no one here to steal you away, but it will still please me to see you wear it.” I can hear the pride in his voice. He actually thinks he’s done something nice for me. I smile, hoping to hide that I want him to take this collar and shove it. He twirls his finger, telling me to turn around, and I obey. Taking the collar from the box, he places it at my neck. I move my hair up so he can fasten it. “You now have free rein of the house and the grounds, including the water for swimming. Don’t go beyond the perimeters.”

Why? Will this thing shock me?

I run my fingertips along my neck, testing it, but I have no clue what a shock collar is supposed to feel like.

“Yes, sir,” I say, half-convinced this thing will zap me if I wander too far. He lotions and sprays me down with all kinds of skin protectants before being satisfied enough to let me go, and I take off like a racehorse at the opening of the gates.

For hours, I walk all over this massive stretch of property. It has the most breathtakingly beautiful views of the water I’ve ever seen, and with all the butterflies, hummingbirds, and squirrels around, I feel like Snow White singing to all the cute little animals in the woods. I go in the rose garden that’s framed with huge decorative hedges and sit down on one of the benches. I lean my head back and close my eyes as the smell of the flowers surrounds me and the hot sun shines in my face. This is exactly what I needed. I so love my reward.

“You’re going to burn that beautiful skin of yours,” I hear Mr. Garrett’s voice say. I open my eyes, but the sun is making me squint. He moves in front of me to block it. His frame is outlined in the golden sunlight. He doesn’t have a shirt on, so I can see every well-defined muscle. I catch my breath before I lower my head, more to escape the image of him than submission. Looking at him standing there like that is doing things to me and I’m not sure if I like it. “I figured I’d find you here.”

“Yes, sir,” I say. I want to tell him how beautiful this place is, but I keep quiet like a good submissive.

“It’s hot. Join me for a swim before lunch.”

He holds out his hand, and I take it, getting up to walk with him. We take the path behind the house, down by the water. I take off my sandals and jumper while Mr. Garrett kicks off his flip-flops. We stand on the shore and I wiggle my toes as they sink into the hot sand.

Once again, I take his offered hand, and he leads me out into the ocean. I stop when the water’s waist-deep. Going beyond where I can’t readily stand is not a good feeling for me.

“You can swim?” Mr. Garrett asks, feeling my resistance.

“Yes, sir. I just don’t like deep water. I’m afraid of it. Daddy is the one and the only person that can get me in deep water and…” I shut my mouth about my dad, but it’s too late. I can already tell he’s annoyed.

Why, why, why did I tell him that? Every time I mention how I only do things for my dad, he forces me to do it for him.

“Trust me,” Mr. Garrett says and I know it’s not an option at this point so I continue.

The water is just below my breasts now, and I’m not trusting him at all anymore.

“I want to go back,” I say, trying to turn back around, but he holds me in place.

“What are you so afraid of?”

Drowning. Sharks waiting to eat me alive. Getting caught up in all this nasty seaweed. Take your pick.

“I don’t know,” I say, forgetting all about the sirs and the obeying I’m supposed to do. “I just don’t like this.” The pull of the tide is making me lose my balance. “I’m going to fall!”

He pulls me close and I cling to him like a cheap suit. My arms wrap around his neck in a death grip as he swims us out even further. I can’t feel the ground beneath me anymore and I hold him even tighter, panicking.

“Relax. I’ve got you. You’re fine,” he says, almost like it’s a promise. His voice is calm and soft with not a hint of authority in it. He grabs my behind and I wrap my legs around his waist. “Let’s just float a while,” he says. I don’t know who this person is, but I like him much better.

“Okay.”

“Feel how the water is moving around us?” He asks me.

I nod my head. I’m doing all the wrong things right now, but he doesn’t seem to be paying it any attention. Thank God the water isn’t choppy, but we’re still bobbing up and down a little as tiny ripples pass us. I can feel his muscles as he holds me tight in his arms. The moment I calm down, he loosens his grip on my butt. My fear starts again and I hold him tighter, squeezing his torso with my legs while I buck my hips to keep close to him. He tries to get me to loosen the death grip I have on his neck, but I just hold on tighter. I know I’m choking him, but I’m too scared to let go. He gives up and hugs my waist to hold me instead.

“Okay, okay,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

Even as scared as I was when I did it, I felt him