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

for me, he just botched it. He smirks as if he just read my mind. “Somehow, I think you’d be saying red,” he tells me as he lathers my hair.

Is he joking? Why is he joking? I hear him give a little sigh. Oh, my God, he’s sex satisfied.

“Yes, sir,” I confirm when he looks to me for a response.

“Close your eyes,” he tells me as he tilts my head back to rinse off the shampoo. The movement causes my nipples to rub against his chest getting them hard, so I lean back away from him a little. I’m startled by the feel of his mouth on my chin. It travels down my neck, leaving a warm trail of wet kisses. “I like this neck better with my collar adorning it.”

“Yes, sir,” I moan.

He gives me the okay to open my eyes and I see him reach for one of the bath sponges. He lathers it up with a shower gel that has a light lime scent to it. I know it’s not his usual brand as the scent is different, so I figure it must be just for when he’s here. I stop myself from wondering how many of his other subs he’s had in here like this. It’s none of my business, but I still don’t like the idea of them being in here.

He moves the soapy sponge over my body as he cleans me.

“Turn around,” he tells me and I obey, turning away from him toward the glass shower wall. “You are a very beautiful woman,” he says as he runs the sponge along my back and behind.

“Thank you, sir,” I say, looking over my shoulder.

My focus is on how turned on I am from the way he’s moving the sponge. He puts it down and moves my hands so that my palms are flat against the glass.

“Do not move your hands,” he orders me with his lips to my ear.

“Yes, sir.”

His fingers brush my nipples, getting them even harder than they already were. He leans into me and I’m pushed forward so that my tits are pressed into the glass. I can’t help but moan a little as he moves his hands down my belly to my aching clit.

“I like seeing you like this,” he tells me, sucking on my earlobe. The feel of it makes me shy away from him, but I like how it goes right between my legs. “You have no idea how much it pleases me.”

I don’t understand why but pleasing him gets me even more turned on. I have some idea how pleased he is by the way his dick is pressing into my backside. I almost safeworded earlier at seeing how big it actually gets when he’s fully erect. I don’t know how he got it into me. It sure hurt like hell, but I don’t get how I still wanted it at the same time. Not only that, but I had an orgasm with it inside of me. I wish I had someone to talk to about how I’m feeling. I’m so confused, but I like it. I like it so much. I moan even louder when he sticks a finger in me. His hand feels so good, so much better than when I touch myself.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please,” I say, trying not to fight it.

He stills his hand at my begging.

“You didn’t say, sir,” he reminds me. Damn! “I’ll have to think of a proper punishment.” I can feel his smile as he sucks on my lobe. He grows rock-hard behind me. The thought of punishing me really turns him on. “I’ll still allow you to come afterward.”

“Thank you, sir,” I tell him, as he rinses my body of the soap.

“We’ll play after dinner,” he says. He opens the shower door and helps me so I won’t slip. “Go get ready to eat and be sure to dry your hair.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, wrapping a soft white robe around me and leaving him to shower.

As always, I dress up for the evening meal. Mr. Garrett’s only request is that I wear the black lace lingerie that was packed for me, so I put it together with a black dress and matching heels. The one I chose is conservative, but I can tell he is pleased with my choice. He can’t seem to take his eyes off me as he tells me to sit down with him at the dinner table.

Bernadette, my housekeeper, comes over to serve us. I asked her to cook late because I didn’t want to wake Sydney. Waking her while she was sleeping so peacefully from our fucking was abhorrent to me. It looked like heaven and if I had a heart, it surely wouldn’t have allowed me to wake her.

Sydney’s in a modest dress that hides the sexy lingerie underneath. It’s perfect for her, and she’s just as beguiling as what she’s wearing. So innocent looking on the surface, but hidden underneath is a sexy vixen that’s mine for the taking. If we hadn’t missed lunch, I’d be tempted to cut this dinner short so that I can partake in the truly enticing meal that is my little Foxy, but I know she’s hungry and I can’t allow that. I need to take care of her. It’s my job as her Dom, after all.

I had to resist the urge not to deny the orgasm she was begging for in the shower, but all good things come to those who wait. She even slipped up, so now I get to add a little punishment to our playtime. I’m pleased that she isn’t as afraid to be punished as she first was. Although, I hadn’t truly punished her yet. She hasn’t done anything to remotely piss me off, even though I like to pretend that she has. I find her little slip ups amusing, especially when followed by widening eyes, and she can never figure out what to do with