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

For crying out loud, shut up about what Daddy will do before he makes you fuck him in this damn thing as punishment.

“You can and you will,” he tells me flat-out, dangling the key in front of me. “It’s either this or Joe driving you around.”

“Thank you, sir,” I tell him, grabbing the keys. “It’s…” I look at the car and then back at him, not knowing what to say, or think for that matter.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is this another way of owning me or something?”

“Nothing like that. It never crossed my mind. It’s exactly what I said it is: a belated birthday present. I remember how excited you were about finally being old enough to drive and getting your own car, so here it is.”

“You said you wanted me to tell you when I got it so you could stay off the road.” I laugh.

“I remember, so don’t make me regret this.”

“I’m an excellent driver. I got one hundred percent on my test,” I tell him. “Will you… um…”

“What’s wrong now?” he asks again, frowning.

“Will you show me how everything works?”

He rewards me with a kiss on the lips before he opens the door to let me get into the driver’s seat. I slide in easy enough, quickly getting used to it and almost immediately falling in love with it. Mr. Garrett hops in the passenger seat. I pretend to listen as he patiently explains everything I need to know about the car, but I’m distracted by his proximity as he leans into me, pointing out the cruise control options on the steering wheel.

He smells delicious. I try to sneak and take a whiff of him, but I can tell by the sudden turn of his head and smirk on his face as he looks at me that I’m completely busted.

“Focus,” he chastises me, but the tone of his voice is one of amusement instead of annoyance.

“Yes, sir,” I tell him and he continues.

“Are you sure you have everything?” he asks me for the third time as I get ready to leave.

I thought he’d be at work by now, but he seems in no hurry today.

“Yes, I’m sure, sir.”

Joe and Bree are waiting for me at the front door. Bree hands me a small, insulated bag with something to eat inside. She’s actually made me lunch. I thank her before turning to leave. I feel eyes on me as I walk out the door, so I turn back around. They’re all staring at me, so I wave goodbye to them and they wave back in unison. I hurry down the porch steps and hop in my car.

Alone, I now freely roll my eyes at that weird Adams Family moment I just left. While laughing to myself at the strange threesome, I turn out of the driveway with the top down and the radio on as I head to campus. I don’t know what made Mr. Garrett change his mind about Joe driving and picking me up, but I’m so happy that he did.

Even with this collar around my neck, I feel free and happy for the first time in a very long time as the sun beats down on me and the cool breeze blows on my face. My absolute favorite song comes on. I turn the radio up and try to sing along. I know I sound terrible, but I don’t care.

Chapter Nineteen

“To what do I owe this unexpected visit this morning?” Maloney asks, watching me come into his office.

“I fucked up,” I tell him, throwing myself down in one of his chairs. “Fix it.”

“It will help me to know what ‘it’ is I’m being called upon to fix.”

“I’m referring to the way I’ve been behaving with my new submissive. I haven’t been myself where she’s concerned. I’ve broken all my rules.”

“In what way?” He asks, writing something down.

“She’s just so inexperienced, so pure and trusting. I find myself completely infatuated with her, but that’s nothing new. I do things to see her smile. I bought her soda and took her to Carmel-by-the-Sea when Joe saw she was bored.”

“You let her around Joe? I thought you didn’t want them around family?”

“As long as Brianna and Joe are comfortable with it, I don’t mind and, in this case, it’s impossible to avoid them since she’s living with me.”

“With you?” he asks, perking up. “In your home in Beverly Hills?”

“That is where I live, Martin, yes. Our contract demands it.”

“Interesting,” he says, writing it down. “So, she’s one of your regular girls, I take it? One of the two-night stands found a way in?”

“It’s Sydney Warren.”

“Sydney? The Sydney? The one that you first started seeing me for?”

“The very same.”

“I thought you were cleansing yourself from wanting her. Those were your words,” he says, holding up his hands when I glare at him. “You said she was underage.”

“Yeah, was. She’s not anymore. She’s perfectly legal.”

“And a submissive? When did you find that out?”

“She’s not a submissive. Look, it’s complicated, but I’m the only Dom she’s ever had. She was a virgin before I fucked her. I’ve been taking it easy with her, of course, but it’s driving me up the wall. She’s driving me up the wall.”

“How so?”

“She’s under my skin. She’s in my head, filling up spaces that no one else has. I took her to my mom’s house for dinner. I collared her. I saw her off to school this morning, for fuck’s sake.”

“School? The girl’s still in school?”

“College, Martin, come the fuck on,” I tell him, pissed at the implication that she’s still of school age, even though I know how me seeing her off to school must have just sounded.

“This whole thing seems rather involved,” he says the understatement of the year. “Maybe you should back up and start from the beginning.”

I tell him every sordid detail, from the moment I reconnected with her at Calhoun’s up until the playroom fucks last night,