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

her up, and toss the towels. I watch her sleep, finding myself wondering what it would be like to slip in bed and hold her, but I shake the asinine thought from my head. I don’t even know where it came from. I don’t hold women after I fuck them. I need to get away from this girl. This whole tenderly-taking-her-virginity bullshit has me off balance and that is a dangerous thing.

At least that shit is over. Now we can get back down to business. I’m sure it will be much easier for her now that her cherry’s been popped. I don’t have to touch her with the kid gloves any more.

“I’m going to have so much fun fucking you.” I caress her hair, and a little moan drifts from her throat as she nestles down deeper into the bed.

Feeling like an intruder, I leave her to her rest.

I don’t shower. I want my cock to wear the evidence of ripping through her hymen like the badge of honor that it is. If I weren’t so pissed at his ass, I would call her father and brag. What would he think of his sweet, little Foxy lying in bed with my cum leaking out of her? On second thought, forget being mad, I should thank him. He’s what made her a guaranteed fuck in the first place. He may as well have handed her over to me on a silver platter. His only consolation in life is his precious little girl. He has no idea how dirty I plan to get her, the poor bastard. I bet he’s counting down the days until he can see her again. Joe told me how upset she gets after she visits with him. I’m seriously considering stopping her from going. If anyone is going to make her cry, it’ll be me.

Chapter Thirteen

I wake to an unfamiliar room, looking around for Mr. Garrett, but I’m all alone. I half wonder if maybe I imagined the previous hours, but my sore, naked body reveals otherwise. I push the covers back, debating on if I should get up and get cleaned, but I can smell the body wash on me. A cotton pad’s been placed underneath me to soak up the wet spot I’m sure is underneath it because I felt a lot of fluids being let loose down there. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before in my life. Then again, I’ve never been so horny in my life either. I was probably close to dying from the tension build-up, but Mr. Garrett sure took care of that. He knows how to get the job done; I’ll give him that much.

Getting up, I go into the bathroom and relieve myself before hopping back into his big bed. Flopping down, I think about the experience I just had. I smile at the thought of him taking such care with me. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Well, except if it had been lovemaking instead of just fucking. I let my mind wander to what it would be like making love to him. I don’t think it would be much different as he was already a very tender and compassionate lover. I shake the ludicrous thought out of my head. No way could I ever love him. Daddy’s in jail because of him.

I look around again, wondering if I’m to be doing something. Maybe making dinner since the sun is going down, so it must be late. Like the house, his room is very large and makes me wonder why he needs so much space. Then again, I guess someone with his money wouldn’t be living in a one-bedroom apartment even if it is just him. The door opens and I’m hit by a wave of delicious smelling food that makes my stomach growl.

“Good, you’re awake,” he says, coming to stand near the bed. “Dinner will be served momentarily. I’m sure you must be hungry since we missed lunch.”

“Yes, sir,” I tell him. “I’m very hungry as a matter of fact.”

“Let’s have a shower first.” He offers me his hand and I take it.

He takes off my collar and puts it on the bathroom counter. I wait for him to strip out of his pajamas, sneaking a peek at his butt when he turns to adjust the water. I silently chastise myself for checking him out. I’m not supposed to find him attractive. I’m here to do my job and get Daddy out of jail, that’s it.

“It’s a bit hot,” he warns, pulling me into the shower. “But it’ll help soothe your soreness once you get used to it.”

“I’ve never showered with anyone before, let alone my Dom.” I laugh. I’m not sure if I should shut up or not, but his smile is very encouraging, so I relax.

The water hits me and it’s very warm to my body as it runs over me. I look down to watch it flow and notice it has a tinge of red in it.

“Look at me,” he says and I stare back up at him. “What has your attention?” How does he not see the blood that’s coming from between my legs? I look down again and he follows suit. “It’s all very natural,” he says. “Though I’ve never taken a virgin before, I’ve never been one to shy away from blood. It’s quite an experience fucking a girl on her period.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear there was a hint of pride in his voice. Any other guy I know would have been grossed out. Of course, I’ve only known a few boys back in high school so I can’t really judge them on maturity.

“Yes, sir,” I say. I’ll just have to take his word for it.

“Maybe we’ll try it,” he goes on to say. Absolutely not! No sex when I’m on my period. If this is him trying to make this any less awkward