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

her hands when she’s nervous. It’s only proof as to how new she is to all of this; how young she is. I couldn’t possibly punish her for forgetting things that are completely foreign to her in moments of passion.

I forget my manners and fail to introduce her to Bernadette, not that it’s required, but I can see that she’s curious. I’ve never had anyone but family join me here. Unfortunately for her, I’m too enchanted with my delectable redheaded Foxy to remember such trivial things as manners.

“We’ll start with an appetizer,” I say when Bernadette places the small plate with an oyster and Bloody Mary shot in front of her and she recoils when she sees what it is. “You don’t like them?”

“I’ve never had them before, sir.”

“Why not?”

“Do you really want me to answer, sir?”

“Of course.”

“Who in their right mind would want to eat that slimy shit? It looks like the stuff you cough up when you’re sick… sir.”

“Okay, so it might not compare to the veggie burger you love so much but it’s not as bad as that,” I laugh, pulling the plate over to me. I put a little salt on the oyster before dropping it into the Bloody Mary glass. “Take the shot,” I say, handing it to her.

“Ew,” she says, crinkling her nose and jerking her head back after smelling it. “It’s putrid. Do I have to, sir?”

“Yes, you have to. You need to try new things.”

“God, you sound like Daddy. Why do I need to try new things? It’s stupid.”

“Is that right?” I ask, grinning at her. I wonder how she’d react if I stretched her out on the table and sucked the oysters off her stomach.

“Why are you grinning? Oh, God, don’t go thinking up more punishments. I’ll try it.”

She jerks her head back again when it gets close to her nose.

“Stop smelling it,” I tell her.

“I can’t.” She groans. She holds her nose before taking the whole shot all at once. She makes a dramatic display of gagging. “That felt like some huge bug had gotten into my drink and I had to swallow it.”

“But do you like it?”

“Once it’s all mixed up, and the slime goes away, it tastes pretty good. It’s better than I thought it would be.”

“Would you like another?”

“No.”

“I’m impressed you tried it,” I tell her, taking my glass. She watches me prepare my shot. I down it, licking the salt off my lips. “It’s supposed to make you horny.” She crinkles her nose.

“Eating slimy muscles will never get me horny, but watching you eat them just might.”

“I prefer eating other things,” I tell her, grinning at her squirming in her seat.

The main course is grilled coconut and pineapple, sweet chili shrimp on skewers with a fresh garden salad on the side. I hope her appetite is awakened by the smell.

“Mmm,” she says when she polishes off a whole skewer in a second.

I clear my throat at her sucking the juices off the wooden stick. She puts it aside and I hand her another one in hopes that she’ll do it again. I love watching her eat and she knows it. She takes her time eating the second one, alternately sipping the white wine that was served with it, and I’m deriving too much pleasure from it. I had better distract myself before she ends up on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

“Are you excited about school starting?” I ask her, hoping that might work. “Do you have any concerns about it?”

“How is it going to work? Does Joe have to follow me around all day?”

“My brother left to his own devices on a campus full of college girls,” I say. “Bree would have his ass and mine too. He’ll drop you off, and when you’re ready, call him to pick you up.”

“Am I allowed to socialize?”

“Socialize how?”

“Just, you know, hanging out with friends and stuff. Oh, and Leslie’s going there too. I haven’t seen her since we graduated. I can’t wait to hang out with her again.”

“I don’t mind you hanging out with Leslie, but I want you back before I get home.”

“Thank you, sir,” she says with a big smile. “I can’t wait to tell Daddy that I’m starting school. He’s going to be so happy and we’ll be able to move to a new place once he gets out.” Every muscle tightens from the way she says the word daddy for him.

“Are you done eating?” She nods without a yes, sir, but I let it slide. She’s in enough trouble as it is. “I want you in my room fully clothed and sitting on the side of the bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Chapter Fourteen

Sitting on the bed, I’m fully dressed the way he ordered. My hands are laced in my lap to keep still while I wait for him. My behind is already preparing for the sting of the smack as all other thoughts disappear from my mind. He doesn’t keep me waiting long as the door opens and he comes in. His walk is menacing and quiet, each stride perfectly timed, like a hungry predator that’s cornered his unsuspecting prey. I didn’t even see his feet move.

He’s holding a collar, but it’s not the same one from earlier. In the back of my mind, I wonder how many of those things he bought for me. He gets right down to business, ordering me to look at him. I see the playful lust in his eyes and it excites me.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” He asks, attaching the collar to my neck. It’s wider than the other one and instead of the little bell, it has a huge silver ring in the front.

“Because I forgot to say sir, sir.”

“What are your safewords?”

“Bunnies and spiders,” I tell him and he frowns at me.

“Foxy, I believe you just did that one on purpose.”

My lips press together to keep from responding. I did