Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel Rebel Wild (i have read the book a hundred times .txt) 📖

“Foxy!” I heard Roger yell at her. “Show some respect, will you, please.”

I glanced behind me in time to see her face turn almost as red as her hair.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she said, but I heard the unmistakable hint of “fuck you” in her voice.

I shook my head at her, closing my office door behind me. That girl needed a good spanking. My cock twitched thinking about pulling her over my knee and spanking her ass with my bare hand.

I looked down at the light brown liquid in her cup. Latte? Is that what that shit was supposed to be. I took a chance on tasting it, placing my mouth on top of the pink lipstick stain she’d left. Shit! I spat it back in the cup before dumping it in my wastebasket.

Feeling like the complete pervert that I was, I retrieved my phone from my desk and texted Portia. I definitely needed to see her.

So, what the hell do I tell Joe right now? Can I tell him I’ve been secretly obsessing over Sydney since she was a kid? Can I tell him I’ve been biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment and that the minute she turned eighteen, I did what I had to to have her? Can I tell him I wasn’t going to let anything stand in my way, not even her father? I don’t think so.

“Let me guess,” he says, snapping his fingers like he just figured me out. “You’re into the barely legal girls now, right?”

“Not in particular. Her being young is just a pleasant byproduct.”

“Byproduct?”

“It’s business. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Until you believe it. I’ve seen the way you look at her. It’s sure as hell not very businesslike of you.”

“That’s only because I’ve known her for a while. Her father used to work for me.”

“Her dad’s a lawyer? Oh, man, he’s going to rip you a new ass.”

“He’s in jail.”

“Shit.”

“She has daddy issues.”

“And you’re eating it up,” he tells me.

“She asked me to help get him released.”

“So, what are you going to do, drop some charges, suppress some evidence in the midst of all the fucking?”

“It’s really up to her and how well she does her part.”

“Now I get it,” he says, snapping his fingers. “You’re scratching each other’s backs, or whatever it is you all are scratching locked up there in your sex room. A little quid pro quo, so to speak.”

“Exactly. If she does what I ask her to, her dad will be home free.”

“Isn’t that blackmail?”

“No. It’s just—”

“Business. Right. She sucks your dick and her dad gets the release. So, the guy’s whoring her out?”

“No, and watch your mouth. She’s not a whore.”

“Well, aren’t you protective.”

“I’m cautious and I’ve already told you too much. You need to keep your mouth shut about all of this.”

“Tell that to her. You’re going for District Judge in a few years. All she has to do is blow the whistle on your ass and you’re done, Triscuit. Dude, you’re toast,” he says, going so far as to choke himself. I just stare at him. I refuse to take his bait, especially when he’s calling me that fucking nickname.

“I have a package coming and I need you here to sign for it,” I tell him.

“What is it?”

“A leash and collar for Miss Warren, two of them.”

“Dude.”

“If you can’t handle the answers, stop fucking asking me questions.”

“What happened to that sex shrink you were seeing?”

“I’m still seeing him, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt.”

“If you say so,” he says, getting up to leave. “Enjoy your new sex doll.”

And that’s exactly what she’s become, my sweet little virgin sex doll, fresh out of the box, brand new and untouched. I’m greedy for her, always have been.

From the first moment her father dangled her in front of me, parading her around the office and introducing her to everyone, I knew I would have her. I forced myself to wait it out. I didn’t get this far in life by being impatient, and I had all the patience in the world when it came to “Foxy.” Her father had no idea how hard that name made me every time he said it, and it was fitting. Even as a kid, she was foxy as hell.

She’d come to visit him and I’d lure her away, first with Xbox games and then later when she got older, letting her have her way around the office. Whatever Sydney wanted; Sydney got. She smelled of sour candy and flavored coffee. To this day, I can’t smell a Caramel Frappuccino without drooling in her honor.

Unfortunately, her father had done something my office couldn’t cover up and not only did I have to fire his ass, but I had to bring the Feds in to investigate. I couldn’t very well keep my little Foxy around after that, without exposing my perversion, so reluctantly I let her go, but not too far. LA is a big city, but it’s not that big. It wasn’t hard to keep tabs on her. When I found out she was working at that rundown restaurant I became a thorn in her sweet little ass. I knew they had to be hard up for money if Roger was allowing her to work there. He worshipped the ground his little princess walked on and barely made her lift a finger.

Once I had enough evidence, I charged his ass and threw him in jail. A week after he was arrested, Sydney came crying to me for help and I seized the opportunity. I didn’t mince words. I told her exactly what I wanted from her and what I was ready to do to get it. If she wanted my help, she was going to have to play my game, but I was more than willing to pay whatever price I had to for her.

Little Miss Foxy is priceless. I knew I would eventually get to sink my cock into