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

do it on purpose, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should hate this. I should hate him for making me do this, but I don’t. I blame it all on his eyes.

“Hey,” I yell when he grabs my wrist and thrusts me over his knee.

You have got to be kidding me. The only other person who has ever threatened to do anything remotely like this is… No! No! No! No! Do not think of your dad at a time like this.

The feel of him pressed hard into my belly banishes all other thoughts. He slowly lifts my dress, exposing my lace-covered ass. Without warning, he smacks me with the palm of his hand. I jerk up, so he puts his other hand on my back to stop me. He hits one ass cheek and then the other, each smack elicits a moan from him. Thank God, he didn’t order me to count because I lost track at fifteen. He lifts me and I end up on my knees beside him. My ass is on fire as I look up at him.

He’s breathing heavy and his eyes are alive, staring at me. I’m caught off guard when he grabs my face and kisses me. Instinctively, my hands fly up, clutching his shoulders. The feel of his smooth, velvety lips pressed into mine makes me forget myself and I caress his hands that are still holding my face. He moans, sucking my bottom lip, then the top before pulling back. He doesn’t let me go, so I leave my hands on top of his, threading our fingers together. He looks at me and the intensity of his stare makes me catch my breath.

“Play with yourself.” He breathes, taking my hands and helping me up. “I want to see you.” He slips off my dress, then motions for me to lie down on the bed. “Open your legs.” I bring my knees up so that I’m spread open in front of him. Thank God, I’m still covered by the lace of my lingerie.

I rub my clit over the fabric, slowly at first. I feel his eyes on me as he stands watching, and my skin heats up as feelings of embarrassment and arousal fight for control of me. Arousal wins, but it’s helped by my need to come. I dip my hands under the lace and my fingers go to work on my clit, making circles on top of it until it becomes so wound up that it’s ready to come undone.

“Enough,” he says. My black heels dig into the bed as I try to calm myself down, forcing my fingers to stop. My breathing is heavy and loud. My body is tingling. “Are you wet, Foxy?”

“Yes, sir.” I’m so close to coming, it’s taking everything in me not to keep going.

He pulls at the lace covering my crotch, ripping it away from me. I lie open and exposed to him. I lift my hips to meet his mouth as he runs his tongue between my soaking wet folds and up my clit, sucking on it.

“So delicious,” he teases, before running his tongue over my clit again. “You taste almost as good as you feel.” His tongue laps up the juices seeping out of me, then he wipes his mouth on my thigh. “Do you like the feel of my tongue on this sweet little pussy of yours, Foxy?”

“Yes, sir.”

His cheek’s pressed into my leg and the fresh stubble is scratching me. He turns his head, biting and sucking on my inner thigh. It hurts but I like it, so I keep still.

“And what about when I fuck you? Do you like the feel of my cock filling you up inside?”

He slips one of his fingers inside of me. I grind into it, fucking it. I can’t help it. I can’t control myself anymore.

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you want me to fuck you, Foxy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then say it.”

“Please, fuck me.”

“‘Please, fuck me’ who? Who do you want to fuck you, Foxy?”

“My sir,” I say, and he grumbles, displeased. I know what he wants me to say, but I refuse to say it.

He moves up my body and pulls on my wrists until my hands are above my head. Satisfied that I won’t move, he rips the lace covering my tits. I yell when he takes one hard nipple in between his teeth and bites down on it. It hurts, but it turns me on even more. He sucks it so hard I want to push him away, but I know I’ll get it even worse if I do. He releases it with a loud pop, then flips me on my stomach.

“Still so defiant. I need to fuck that out of you. Spread your arms.” He brings out a pair of long black velvet restraints and secures my hands to the posts of the headboard. I can feel him move off the bed and I look back at him undressing. He’s smiling at me gawking at his dick. “You see how fucking hard you make me?” I nod and his grin turns salacious. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?” He smacks my ass before pulling it into the air. “I want you on all fours,” he says, getting in position behind me. The restraints are long enough, so I get up on my hands and knees while he hooks the leash to the ring of my collar. “It’s going to be hard and fast, so remember your safewords.”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer. His dick rips right into me and I cry out in pain. He stops. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him craning his neck to look at me, seeing if I would safeword. I move, letting him know that I’m okay, but I close my eyes tight, trying to endure the pain when he starts to pump into me, slowly at first, but he picks up the pace. My muscles are tense and I’m off