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

rhythm. I try to stay on my hands and knees, but he’s pounding into me so hard, I almost tip over into the headboard.

He uses the leash to control me, pulling it so hard that it yanks my neck back. The leather is rubbing my skin, burning me. I fight against it, but he pulls it harder like he’s breaking me in. His head is still tilted, watching me fight in smug fascination like it’s some sick fantasy he’s living. He smacks my ass. The pain ripples through to my clit, almost making me come.

“Stop fighting your submission,” he says. “You want to give it to me just as much as I want to have it. Give in to me, Foxy.”

His dick is so deep in me that I feel his balls, but he goes even deeper. He’s hitting feel-good spots I didn’t even know I had and I can’t help but submit to him. My body relaxes and I move with him, fucking him as he fucks me.

“Yes,” he moans. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it. I want it so much.”

“I know. I knew you did.”

He’s fucking me so good for giving in I can barely stand it. My mouth is wide open and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He lets go of my leash and I bow my head, locking my elbows to keep from falling.

“Oh, my God.” I hear myself moaning, so I bite my forearm to shut up.

“That’s it. That’s it,” he says, moving my sweaty, matted hair off my shoulders. “I knew you’d like it. It’s so much better this way, so much better when you give in.”

So much better.

My whole body is alive and focused on how good it feels with him fucking me. He holds my shoulder with one hand and grips my ass like a basketball with the other. My body is his to control and he makes it do exactly what he wants. I think it’s what I want too because my insides are on fire and my orgasm is past the boiling point. I’m ready to explode. Just when I’m about to come, he lets me go. My head snaps up to look at him.

“Fuck me,” he says and I do, moaning at the feel of me doing it to him. My speed isn’t as fast and my rhythm is off but he’s enjoying it too. His arms are spread like he’s sacrificing himself to Jesus, and his head is tossed back. “You are so worth the wait,” he says, taking over and fucking me again. “Are you going to keep making me wait, Foxy?”

“I… I,” is all I can manage to say at this point.

He’s even more relentless now, pounding into me so hard he grunts. My orgasm is heating up again, traveling between my legs, ready to gush out, and I’m just about to give in to it when he stops again.

Again and again, he works me up then stops right before I come. I want to cry in frustration. He has me dangling from a cliff so high I think I’m going to die if he doesn’t let me come soon. He starts only to stop again, but I keep going.

“That’s right,” he whispers. “Just like that. Fuck my cock just like that. Earn it. You like fucking me, Foxy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Does it feel good?”

“So good.”

“Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You, sir, you.”

“Mmm,” he says, grabbing my hips and pounding his dick into me. He stops again, but I keep going. I get close to making myself come but it’s not as good as when he’s doing it. “Say it.”

“Please, fuck me,” I cry. I can’t take it anymore.

He pounds into me once and stops.

“Say it, Foxy.”

“Fuck me, Daddy. Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“Fuck, yes.” He groans. “That’s my good girl.” He’s pounding into me so hard that it thrusts me into another universe. I don’t know where I am, but I know I never want to leave. Over and over I come with my orgasm spilling out of me and running down my leg. My arms and legs are so weak I fall on the bed and he’s right behind me, collapsing next to me with a loud “Fuck!”

I’m staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I’m seeing stars. My mouth is open, trying to breathe and my body is weightless like I’m floating on air. The stars are getting closer and if I just lift my arm a little, I’m sure I’d be able to touch one.

I gasp at his touch. It sends me crashing back down and I can feel how sore and spent my body is.

“Look at me,” he says and I turn to look in his eyes. He stares at me, trying to catch his breath. For a moment I think I see something, but he blinks before I can figure out what it is.

“You are a very addictive woman. Do you know that?”

“Me? No.”

“Oh, don’t be so coy,” he says to me with a laugh. “You must have some idea of how you affect me by now.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he releases my restraints. I’m all tangled up in them and the leash. He checks my wrists, but looks up at me when he feels my eyes on him. “What?”

“Was that a punishment, sir, because it sure felt good.”

He shakes his head.

“I don’t know what the hell that was.”

Chapter Fifteen

I’m on my stomach, naked, my arms are folded under my head, as I use them as a pillow while Mr. Garrett gently rubs my freshly cleaned butt with arnica cream.

“We leave first thing in the morning,” he says.

“May I take a walk outside, sir?”

“Of course. You’re perfectly safe here, but make sure you use the bug spray. Nothing’s allowed to bite you, but me.” He nips at my shoulder and I bury my face to hide my laugh. I’m starting to like the