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

solace; I know it would be a peaceful sleep. Not wanting to blur the lines, I go downstairs and try to find an escape in making my case in front of my jury. I pace in front of the couch, making my points before I get tired and sit down. I try to go over a courtroom brief instead.

I’m suddenly aware of Sydney. I feel her long before I look up to see her. She’s at the top of the stairs watching me. I assumed she would creep back to her room like the night she first awoke to me working. I’m pleasantly surprised when she instead walks boldly down the stairs to stand before me. I try to engage her when she fails to speak, but Jesus Christ, she does something better than talking to me; she gives me a goddamn striptease. I watch as she unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor at her feet. My God, she is perfection.

I quickly slip off my boxers as I watch her suddenly become self-conscious and try to reach for her robe. Oh, no you don’t. You are going to finish what you started with this sexy as fuck tease. I grab and haul her on top of me.

Shit, shit, shit, she feels good, too fucking good to be good for me. She kisses me and damn if I don’t crave more. I try to pull back to gain some semblance of control, but it all goes to hell when she grabs the nape of my neck. Her fingers tangle painfully tight in my hair, pulling me into her. She’s taking ownership of me and damn it, Garrett, you fucking like it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she says and fuck, I’m unable to resist the siren that is Sydney Warren. I give in.

With a deep moan, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, taking ownership of her as well, allowing her to give me the best damn fuck of my life on my leather couch, no less. I will never look at it the same way again.

“I can’t believe you just topped from the bottom,” I complain, more to myself than to her.

I thought she was asleep in my arms as I carried her limp body to her room, but she lifts her head to frown at me. I can see she wants to question me, but her eyelids and head are too heavy. She lies her head back down on my shoulder and closes her eyes again. I clean her up for the second time tonight.

Exhausted, I go to my bed and pass out.

I wake to my alarm driving me crazy with its beeping, so I turn it off. I’m tempted to roll back over and go to sleep, but I don’t want to be late for my second day. I still have to find out if Mr. Garrett got my car back for me, or maybe he’ll require Joe to drive me after all since I somehow messed up yesterday. I hop in the shower and let the warm water revive me.

“Yes,” I say from behind my glass shower door when I hear a knock.

I panic when the door opens, hoping it’s not Joe checking in on me. He must hear the shower running. I breathe easy when I realize it’s Mr. Garrett. Then I start to freak out when I realize it’s Mr. Garrett. He doesn’t come in here if it’s not to clean me up after we’ve had sex.

“May I join you?”

“Yes,” I say, quickly. “Of course.”

“You can tell me if you’d rather shower alone.”

“No, I’d like… the company.”

The company? What a dumb thing to say.

I should have just told him that I would love his sexy body in my shower. He rids himself of his pajamas and steps in behind me. Taking the soapy sponge from my hand, he begins to wash my back.

“Your car’s parked outside,” he tells me. “I won’t be showing up again today. You’re free to spend time with your friends without fear of interruption. Apologize to Leslie. It wasn’t my intention to intimidate her.” He smiles.

“Yes, sir. I will.”

I try not to laugh at poor Leslie. I hope that she has her eyes lifted off the ground by now. I can’t blame her. I nearly ran in the opposite direction when Mr. Garrett first looked at me all Dom personified. My humor quickly fades when I realize he not only noticed her reaction but also liked it. He turns me around to face him. I can’t bring myself to look at him, so I keep my eyes cast downward.

“What is it?”

“Leslie would be a perfect submissive for you, not like me.”

“Look at me,” he says and I lift my eyes to look into his. They nearly take my breath away. They’re a new shade of dark brown, soft and warm. “She may be a perfect submissive, but you are perfection in all things. I have zero interest in Leslie or anyone else but you, for that matter. Get the thought out of your head.”

I stare open-mouthed. How could he make me feel so special and so put in my place all at the same time?

“Yes, sir.” I feel inspired by the look in his eyes so I just go with it. “Why were you so pissed with me?”

“I was pissed with myself. I acted impulsively and it caused you to shut down and become submissive.”

“Don’t you want me to be submissive?”

“A submissive that trusts her Dom. Yesterday, we lost some of that because of my actions.”

“I was trying to please you.”

“I know,” he says kissing me on the lips. “Let’s get you dry before you wrinkle.”

He shuts off the water before we step out and then wraps me in a soft, warm towel. I wait as he dries himself off and puts on the robe he brought in with him before he goes about the business of drying me. I