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

“I promise I won’t move unless you tell me to.”

“It’s just that simple for you, isn’t it?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ear before caressing my cheek. “To trust people so easily?”

He smiles at me. It’s a smile that dulls his eyes, and I don’t like it.

“Most of the time it is. I trust people until they give me a reason not to. You told me trust is important and I’ve come to trust you.”

He smiles in what I’m sure is of pleasure. I like that smile much better.

“Is that your way of asking me to trust you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve never not restrained anyone.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, hanging my head.

It clearly means he doesn’t trust me when I’m trusting him with something way more important than just keeping still when having sex.

“Don’t overthink how you’re feeling, Sydney,” he says, lifting my chin. “It’s quite simple. You like to fuck. Specifically, you like kink.”

“Sir?”

“You are so innocent,” he says, running his knuckles along my jawline. “I despise it, but I’m drawn to it. I want to protect it and drive it out of you all at the same damn time. The fact that you’re so willing is very dangerous for me.” He leans into me and sniffs my hair, resting his forehead on the side of mine. “Why don’t you resist me?”

“I don’t know, sir,” I whisper, turning my head a little to get my lips closer to his.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes, sir, but when you touch me like this, I can’t.”

He growls in my ear, making my legs weak.

“Go now, before I take you on the damn desk.” I’m not objecting to it, you know? He shakes his head, and I wonder how the hell he answers my unspoken thoughts. “You’re sore. I heard you cry out when I entered you earlier.”

“Yes, sir.” He steps back, giving me room to leave, and I take a step toward the door. “Sir,” I say, remembering something. “Do you want me to break rules? I read that Doms like that sort of thing.”

“Normally, I would tell you to forget everything you’ve read when dealing with me, but they’re right about that. I like when subs break minor rules and my subs do it because they like to be punished. I don’t expect that of you because I know you don’t.” He looks at me like the hungry predator again. “You better go now,” he tells me as he eye-fucks me.

“Yes, sir.”

“Sydney,” he calls and I turn around again. “I call you different names to throw you off. I like watching you try to figure out my mood when I do it. I like the attention. I also like watching you squirm.”

“Oh,” I say, not having a clue as to how to respond to that.

“Sweet dreams.”

Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you? Get a goddamn grip on yourself, Garrett. She’s a sub. She is a fucking sub. We don’t spill our guts to our subs. We don’t spill our guts to anyone.

I go to my desk and open my laptop to the picture of her I was looking at when she came in and caught me off guard.

She’s cast some goddamn spell on me.

“You’ve cursed me,” I say to the photo her dad put on the page he bought in her yearbook.

That’s the only thing that makes sense to me right now. I slam the lid of my laptop closed. Many nights I used this picture to entice me before I went fucking my subs in the playroom. I suppose it’s worked a little too well.

Jesus Christ, why did she have to come in here looking like that just now? So fucking sexy and so goddamn upset, all I wanted to do was comfort her. Right after I fucked her, of course. Sexy. The woman looks sexy in goddamn jeans. I hate jeans on a woman.

It’s this place. It has to be this place. It has me too laid-back. I’m slipping up with her, allowing her to get too comfortable with me. The sooner we get back to LA and I get her back into the playroom, the better. We need to re-establish boundaries and forget about all this spur-of-the-moment bullshit that has me opening up to a goddamn submissive.

Fuck!

I wake up early, packing all my belongings so that we can head back to LA. I notice the first collar Mr. Garrett gave me mixed in with my clothes and take it out before I zip up my bag. I look around the room one last time before I meet him in the foyer where he’s waiting for me.

“Got everything?” He asks me as he takes my bag and gives it to who I’m guessing is the driver.

“Yes, sir,” I tell him, handing him my collar.

I turn around and hold my hair up so he can put it back around my neck. He kisses the spot where he fastens it on.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. I take one last look at the house and follow him out the door.

“Are you feeling less closed in?” he asks me as we get settled on the plane.

“Yes, but I’m sad to leave. It’s a very enchanting place.”

“It does have a strange effect on people.”

Mr. Garrett has his hand on the small of my back, leading up the walkway to his house. I feel him stealing glances at me and I look down at myself, wondering what he keeps looking at. I have the collar with the silver bell on and the other one is in my bag with the leash so he can’t be mad that I’d forgotten them. Maybe it’s my outfit. I’m just wearing a simple yellow sundress. It is somewhat bright now that I’m looking at it, but I’m not the one who packed it, soooo… whatever.

He pushes open the door and allows me to enter first. Taking