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

“Take off your clothes,” I order her, stepping back to give her room.

She slips off her flats, then gathers the hem of her dress. Her eyes lock with mine as she pulls it over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside her. She shakes her hair back in place, as a hint of embarrassment plays on her face. I see something else in her expression: Defiance or maybe lust. It looks like my little Foxy is starting to like kink more and more. I nod my head for her to continue. Her nude colored bra that perfectly matches her skin comes off next, followed by her panties.

“Safewords?”

“Bunnies and spiders, sir,” she says, bowing her head.

“Look at me!” Her head snaps up, giving me a doe-eyed stare. It turns salacious as her eyes drift down my body. She’s not as scared of me as she’s pretending to be. “Come here,” I order her, and she obeys. “Whose collar are you wearing?”

“Your collar, sir.”

“And what does that mean?”

“That I belong to you, sir.”

“Do you, Miss Warren?” The words come out through my clenched teeth. “I didn’t get that feeling from you today.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Who’s the boy?”

“He’s just a friend, sir. I thought I could have friends.”

“And if he wants more, can he have it?”

“No, sir. I’m obligated to you.”

I don’t want her goddamn obligation. I want her… submission? Yes, of course, that’s what I want.

“Undress me.”

I watch her fingers move down my shirt, undoing the buttons. The air hits my skin when she opens it and slides it off my arms. Her nipples brush into my chest as she does. They’re hard like I knew they would be. Her hands dip down to my pants, undoing them. She hooks her fingers into my boxers, springing my cock free as she slides them down my legs with the pants. I toe out of my shoes and toss it all to the side.

She almost falls when I lift one of her legs. I snake an arm around her waist to keep her steady as she wraps hers around my neck in that damn chokehold that turns me on. She’s completely assessable. I run my cock over her, testing how ready she is for me. She bites back a moan when I enter her. She fucking loves this shit. I don’t know who the hell she thinks she’s fooling.

“Fuck,” I groan at how tight she is. How fucking deliciously addicting she is.

Her arms tighten around my neck as I pound into her. My one hand is cradling her thigh, lifting that leg up while the other is grabbing her ass to keep her still. I pound her so hard she’s rising on her tiptoes. From the way she’s clinching my cock, she’s close to coming and it doesn’t look like she has any intention of asking my permission. I give her a few more good strokes, then pull out of my naughty little Foxy just before she comes. She whimpers a protest.

“Were you planning on coming without permission, Foxy?”

“No… no, Daddy,” she stammers. She can’t even lie well enough to save her sweet ass from a punishment.

Hooking my finger under her collar, I pull her to a desk in the corner and bend her over it so fast her tits smack the Bubinga wood. She tries to hold herself up with her hands, but I push them away from her, draping them across the desk. Her bare feet are dancing between mine, trying to gain ground while her tight ass is exposed, begging to be spanked. Her bare skin on the dark, hand-lacquered wood is extremely enticing.

“Who does this belong to?” I cup her in one hand.

“You, Daddy.”

“Damn right it belongs to me.”

I take my hand, now wet from her juices, and slap her on the ass ten times, watching as it becomes bright pink. It’s supposed to be a punishment, but the way she’s whimpering gives away that she enjoys being spanked. I sit in the chair and turn her around before I pull her down on top of me. Her legs are slung over the armrests, straddling me. She’s wide open, just the way I like it, as I pound into her, making her bounce up with each hard thrust. I tangle a hand in the sweaty mess of her hair while the other grabs her ass, making it move on top of me.

“Daddy,” she begs.

“No,” I grunt, thrusting deeper inside of her. “You haven’t earned it. You won’t be coming tonight, Foxy. Is that understood?”

“Ye…Yes, Daddy.”

The strain in her voice when she calls me daddy tips me over the edge. I circle her waist to hold her as I stand up.

Lying her back down on the table, I spread her legs and fuck her, going in deep. I’m close to coming, but I can’t decide if I want to do it inside of her or pull out and mark her skin with my cum. Fuck, she feels so damn good there is no way I’m pulling out. I pound into her, not giving a shit if she is enjoying it or not, but the look of agony on her face tells me she’s enjoying it. Her bottom lip is captured so tightly in between her teeth, I think they may pierce straight through. Her brows are furrowed and tears are pouring down the sides of her eyes, which are silently begging me to let her come.

Fuck, why did I have to look at her?

I ignore her, focusing on my release, but my cock is not cooperating with me. Now I can’t even come until she comes. I try to force it. I feel the sweat pouring out of me trying to make it happen, but it’s no use.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

What is happening to me? This is not my style. I don’t cater to women. I sure as hell don’t base my pleasure on theirs. I stand corrected as so