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

including agreeing to leave her untied while I fuck her. Martin sits dumbfounded when I’m done. I guess the bastard is finally going to earn his money. Maybe this is what he needs to see just how fucked up I am. What kind of a man would take advantage of a girl in Sydney’s situation, surely, one without a soul? He sits staring at me, taking a moment to sip his water while the one he offered me sits untouched.

“Well,” he says, clearing his throat. “I can see why you’re feeling so out of sorts.”

“You can?”

“The tables have turned.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re dropping your guard, letting someone move freely into those areas you’ve demanded total control over.”

“You know why I demand control, why I have rules. It’s to safeguard my subs. It’s the only way to keep me from abusing them. I don’t trust me.”

“You trust her.”

“I don’t fucking trust her,” I spit the words at him.

“Au contraire,” he bites back, speaking French with his damn southern accent. “You allowed her to do a scene unbound because it was her hard limit, going against your own hard limit, I might add, and we’ll discuss the importance of that when you’re better prepared to face it. Just know that was a huge leap of faith on your part.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“Really? She had just a day before promised you that she wouldn’t use her hands to take control of the scene and you trusted her to keep her word. Why?”

I shrug before loosening my tie. It’s getting hot in here, or maybe it’s the hot seat he has me on asking these damn questions.

“I knew she would,” I tell him the truth. No sense in shitting him, he can see right through it anyway. “She doesn’t get my control issues, but just the fact that I don’t like it is enough for her not to do it and I knew it.”

“Because you trust her.”

“I trust her not to fuck up a sex scene by moving around… yes,” I concede.

“And to be around your family?”

“That wasn’t my choice.”

“But you didn’t protest the way you knew you could have?”

“No.”

“How do you feel about Beverly thinking Sydney’s your girlfriend?”

“If it makes her happy,” I tell him. “It’s better than her thinking I’m like my father and nothing makes her happy since he died. If thinking I have a girlfriend gives her some joy, I’ll gladly let her have it.”

“And when the contract is up?”

“I’ll just tell her we didn’t work out. Couples break up all the time.”

“And will you introduce her to your next submissive?”

“Fuck no.” I get up out of the hot seat before it burns my ass. I’m fed up with the bullshit that’s coming out of his mouth.

“Why?” he asks, not caring about my temper. “You can just say you broke up with that one too at the end. It would take some of the pressure off you having to hide them away in the playroom on those impromptu family visits.”

“First of all, I don’t hide them away and second of all, no submissive is going anywhere near my mother. You know what a catastrophe that would be. Sydney is the exception. That is the fucking thing I’m trying to figure out. Why? So, stop with this shit and cut to it. Why am I allowing her to have this…” I struggle with finding the word.

“This what?” He asks, sitting up straighter to hear my answer. “Control?”

“I’m still in control.”

“You don’t sound too convincing.”

“I struggle with my impulses when I’m with her, but it’s more of a pull, a strong desire to take care of her, to… I don’t even know. Whatever it is, it fills a need in me, not just sexually, but fuck, Martin, the sex. The way she responds to me makes me… Jesus.”

“She ticks all the right boxes, does she?” He grins.

“And then some,” I add and he gives me that look for me to continue. “Last night, I wanted her. The impulse was so strong, I got into her bed with her.”

“You had sex in your submissive’s bed?” He asks me and I nod. “It wasn’t a scene?”

“It was just a fuck.”

“Without the scene before it?” He asks again. “Was she restrained then? Did you use any toys?” I shake my head. “Vanilla,” he says to himself, writing it down, and I want to stop him from doing so. It wasn’t vanilla, it was just a damn fuck. “How was it?”

I struggle with finding a word to convey how amazing it was with her last night, starting with the quickie in the foyer and ending with the sweet fuck in her bed, not to mention the feel of her mouth on my cock for the first time.

“It was fine,” I say, giving up.

“Did she welcome you in her bed?” He asks me and I nod again.

“I gave her an out. I said I should let her sleep.”

“And how did she respond?”

“She said she wasn’t tired,” I tell him. I leave out the part about her grabbing my ass to pull me into her.

“No safewords?”

“They weren’t necessary.”

“And how did you two deal with each other this morning? Any awkwardness?”

“On the contrary,” I say, thinking about it. “It was less awkward. She seemed more at ease with me.”

“Is that what you want? I only ask because from what I know about your previous subs, you insist on keeping them at arm’s length. You go to great pains in doing so, but with Sydney, it seems to be the opposite.”

“Yeah, there’s a pattern here, Martin,” I tell him, getting annoyed and throwing up my hands. “That is the fucking point of my visit.”

“Perhaps it’s just a fantasy being fulfilled. You’ve been wanting her for years. Imagining what it would be like, wishing she was older and available. Maybe you’re just indulging in something you thought would always be denied to you.”

“I wish that were true, but I’m usually bored