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

post-sex Mr. Garrett the best. He’s playful. “I’ll be in the study for most of the night if you need anything. It’s the door right off the kitchen.”

After I give him the usual yes sir, I go get dressed. I slip on a pair of black jeans and a cream-colored shirt with the comfortable sneakers that were packed for me. I spray on enough bug repellent to get me high before I take my walk. I stay mostly by the shore, looking out at the dark water and the white waves as they roll in. I can’t help but remember being out in it earlier with Mr. Garrett. As terrified as I was, he made me feel safe.

I realize he didn’t punish me for kissing him the way that I did. Maybe it wasn’t a punishable offense. Maybe he expects that of me. He liked it when I was fucking him. Maybe I’m supposed to take the lead sometimes, but that definitely goes against being a submissive. I thought I was just supposed to lie there, shut up, and take it. That’s what they did in all those porn movies I watched. I know I’m supposed to rebel, but I’m not doing that if the result is a punishment I don’t like. So far, they’ve been nowhere near as scary as I thought they’d be when I first saw his torture room, but I’m not going to rock the boat.

He was gentle with me our first time, and I liked it. He was a lot rougher tonight, and I liked that too. I even liked that stupid leash once I got over the fact that I was wearing a damn leash. I think I’m just as weird as he is. What kind of woman likes being fucked like a dog on a leash?

My brain is on overload. I try to tell myself to shut it all off and not think about it, but the more I try not to think about it the more troubled I become until I can’t help but seek him out for some type of explanation. Hopefully, he can help me make sense of what I’m experiencing.

I pause at his office door wondering if it’s okay to disturb him. He gave me permission earlier, so I go ahead and knock.

“Come in,” he says. I step inside and wait for him to acknowledge me. “Miss Warren,” he says, looking up from his computer. He stops me in my tracks. Why is he calling me that now? I really wish he would just pick a name and stick to it. “You look beautiful. The just fucked look is perfect on you.”

“Thank you, sir,” I tell him, not sure what that looks like, but I’ll take it as a compliment anyway. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“Why would you think that?”

“You called me Miss Warren.”

“Are you back trying to control what I call you? I thought I just fucked that out of you.”

“No, sir. Well, yes, sir, you kind of did, but I was just thinking—”

“Stop thinking.”

“Why? It’s good to think.”

“Thinking fucks up a good orgasm,” he says. His relaxed mood is turning into annoyance and I can see what he means.

“Sorry.”

“Is something wrong? I know you didn’t come in here to discuss the way I address you.”

He closes his laptop to give me his undivided attention, and it makes me uneasy.

“I was just… no, sir.”

“I’ve made you nervous?” He states the obvious, completely satisfied with himself. “Take a deep breath and try again.”

“Well, it has to do with thinking.”

“Go on,” he says with a sigh.

“I was just needing clarification. I find my feelings confusing.”

“In what way?” He gets up to stand in front of me in all his DA glory. It’s hard to swallow the pool of saliva in my mouth.

“I didn’t think I’d understand this whole Dom/sub thing when we started. I did it because it was the deal, and at first, I found it disturbing, but now…”

“You like it,” he says it for me.

“I don’t know. I like some things that we’ve done.”

“Some things?”

“Most things.”

“So, you’re confused because you like most of the things I’ve exposed you to, but you don’t think you should?”

“Yes, sir.”

“It happens that way. Sex is confusing for guys too when we’re young.”

“Really? Guys at school always made it seem like nothing.”

“They were full of shit. When a guy likes a girl, it gets complicated for him too, and that doesn’t go away with age. Just don’t confuse sex with love and remember that BDSM has its own separate category. Imagine how I felt when I found out I liked being sexually dominant.”

“Why do you?”

“If you put a hundred Doms in a room, you’d get a hundred different answers as to why we like doing what we do. The same goes for the submissives, by the way.”

“Have you tried not being one?”

“Why all the personal questions?”

“I was just wondering?”

“One doesn’t just simply start being a Dominant, not a good one anyway. It took some time for me to figure out what I like and don’t like and you won’t like everything either. That’s where the hard and soft limits come in.”

“I don’t like being restrained,” I confess and he raises an eyebrow at me before he laughs.

It’s an actual laugh. He is actually laughing. Gosh, he’s beautiful. No, no, he’s not beautiful. He’s the one person standing between you and your daddy, Sydney. Your real daddy, not this sexy one. Remember him?

“I’ve spanked you enough to turn that sweet little ass of yours black and blue and that’s not a problem, but the restraining is?”

“Um… well,” I say, thinking about it. “Out of everything else, I really don’t like the restraints.”

“And the leash?”

“It was okay.” I shrug. “Just not when you pull on it so hard.”

“Jesus,” he says, shaking his head at me. “You are a paragon of contradictions.” I cannot believe Mr. Mood Swings himself is calling me contrary! “Having you unrestrained is a hard limit for me.