Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel

by Rebel Wild

  “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 much cum builds up in my cock I think it might explode.

  “Come,” I finally relent, desperate to feel her tighten around me, allowing me the release I need. Her pained expression gives way to question. Surely, she didn’t hear right, that her Dom is going back on a punishment. “Fucking come,” I order her again. Her eyes roll back in her head and her body shakes with her orgasm. “Aw, fuck,” I groan as she squeezes my cock, snatching my orgasm from me.

  I shoot a load so violently inside of her I can barely stay on my feet. I snarl like an animal as I pump into her. She takes every drop of cum out of me.

  “Mmm,” I hear her slip and say.

  I look at her, laid out on the desk, panting and writhing in pleasure. The sight of her gets me hard all over again.

  “Go to your room,” I tell her, pissed that she’s gotten the better of me in this so-called punishment.

  She quickly slips on her dress, picks up her underwear and shoes, then leaves the room. The puddle of cum she left on my desk mocks me.

  Some fucking punishment.

  My legs are wobbly from the remnants of the orgasm I’m still feeling, but I leave the room as quickly as I can.

  “Shit,” I hear Mr. Garrett yell as I go upstairs to my room.

  I take a shower, washing all the sweat and body fluids off me. I can’t believe how intense that just was. I can’t believe how turned on I just was. Thank God, he changed his mind and let me have an orgasm. I think I would have died right there on his desk if he didn’t. I was scared at first when he yelled at me, I’ve never seen him that angry before, but when I looked into his eyes, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I still pretended to be afraid, figuring that’s what a submissive is supposed to do. I even tried to pretend I didn’t like the hand spanking, but I don’t think I was that good of an actor. Exhausted, I don’t even bother to put any pajamas on as I climb into bed and fall asleep.

  I stretch awake to the loud voice of Mr. Garrett. I sit straight up thinking he’s yelling at someone until I realize it’s just him trying to persuade his mock jury. It must still be early because the sun is nowhere near up. I want to lie here and listen to him talk, but his voice is so strained, it pulls me out of bed. I push back the covers and smell the faint scent of arnica cream. He must have come in sometime after I’d fallen asleep to care for me. Why that makes me smile like an idiot, I don’t know. I won’t waste time trying to figure out myself right now. Realizing I’m naked, I slip my robe on and creep down the hall.

  Mr. Garrett’s sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxers, scowling at his paperwork. Something draws me down the stairs and before I can stop myself, I’m standing before him. He looks at me.

  “Sydney?” He says when I just stand without a word. I want to ask him if he’s still pissed at me or what I even did to piss him off in the first place, but the words won’t form in my head the right way. “Did I wake you?” He prompts me to speak again.

  I don’t know what’s possessed me, but I untie my robe and let it fall at my feet. I stand there naked, watching his eyes go from shock to desire, eye-fucking me. Whatever entered my body and made me disrobe a moment ago has abandoned me and I’m left feeling like an idiot. I bend down to grab my robe, but he pulls me into his lap. Straddling him, I find that he’s naked. I have only a moment to wonder where his boxers went before he slips himself deep inside me. All my thoughts fly out the window behind him as he fucks me with slow torture on his smooth, leather couch. My lips find his. He tries to pull away, but I tangle my hands in his hair and pull him into me, needing him close like he was that night he came into my bed.

  “Mmm,” he moans, pulling me flush against his chest.

  I love the feel of his skin on mine.

  “Fuck me, Daddy.” I moan and he does.

  He really does.

  Too weak from orgasm to walk, he carries me up to my room.

  He grumbles something about me topping from the bottom as he cleans me up and puts me to bed. I have no clue what that means, and I’m too exhausted to ask him. I still don’t know what I did to see this side of him, but overall, I must confess it was the best first day of school ever.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  I go in to check on Sydney once I’ve calmed down after our fucking in the library. I was so pissed at myself; I couldn’t even give her aftercare.

  I grab the arnica cream from the playroom on my way in to see her. Like always, she leaves her door cracked open. I don’t understand why she does this. I truly hope she’s not afraid to be here. She’s sound asleep, so I gently clean her up and rub her down with the cream. I smile at how pink her ass is. She took that spanking like a seasoned sub.

  And fuck me, it turned her on.

  “There’s hope for you yet, my sweet little Foxy,” I whisper to her, taking a finger and swiping her hair off her angelic face.

  I sit and watch her sleep like I did the first time I fucked her in Carmel-by-the-Sea and just like before I’m tempted to crawl into bed with her. She brings so much comfort and solace; I know it would be a peaceful sleep. Not wanting to blur the lines, I go downstairs and try to find an escape in making my case in front of my jury. I pace in front of the couch, making my points before I get tired and sit down. I try to go over a courtroom brief instead.

  I’m suddenly aware of Sydney. I feel her long before I look up to see her. She’s at the top of the stairs watching me. I assumed she would creep back to her room like the night she first awoke to me working. I’m pleasantly surprised when she instead walks boldly down the stairs to stand before me. I try to engage her when she fails to speak, but Jesus Christ, she does something better than talking to me; she gives me a goddamn striptease. I watch as she unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor at her feet. My God, she is perfection.

  I quickly slip off my boxers as I watch her suddenly become self-conscious and try to reach for her robe. Oh, no you don’t. You are going to finish what you started with this sexy as fuck tease. I grab and haul her on top of me.

  Shit, shit, shit, she feels good, too fucking good to be good for me. She kisses me and damn if I don’t crave more. I try to pull back to gain some semblance of control, but it all goes to hell when she grabs the nape of my neck. Her fingers tangle painfully tight in my hair, pulling me into her. She’s taking ownership of me and damn it, Garrett, you fucking like it.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” she says and fuck, I’m unable to resist the siren that is Sydney Warren. I give in.

  With a deep moan, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, taking ownership of he
r as well, allowing her to give me the best damn fuck of my life on my leather couch, no less. I will never look at it the same way again.

  “I can’t believe you just topped from the bottom,” I complain, more to myself than to her.

  I thought she was asleep in my arms as I carried her limp body to her room, but she lifts her head to frown at me. I can see she wants to question me, but her eyelids and head are too heavy. She lies her head back down on my shoulder and closes her eyes again. I clean her up for the second time tonight.

  Exhausted, I go to my bed and pass out.

  I wake to my alarm driving me crazy with its beeping, so I turn it off. I’m tempted to roll back over and go to sleep, but I don’t want to be late for my second day. I still have to find out if Mr. Garrett got my car back for me, or maybe he’ll require Joe to drive me after all since I somehow messed up yesterday. I hop in the shower and let the warm water revive me.

  “Yes,” I say from behind my glass shower door when I hear a knock.

  I panic when the door opens, hoping it’s not Joe checking in on me. He must hear the shower running. I breathe easy when I realize it’s Mr. Garrett. Then I start to freak out when I realize it’s Mr. Garrett. He doesn’t come in here if it’s not to clean me up after we’ve had sex.

  “May I join you?”

  “Yes,” I say, quickly. “Of course.”

  “You can tell me if you’d rather shower alone.”

  “No, I’d like… the company.”

  The company? What a dumb thing to say.

  I should have just told him that I would love his sexy body in my shower. He rids himself of his pajamas and steps in behind me. Taking the soapy sponge from my hand, he begins to wash my back.

  “Your car’s parked outside,” he tells me. “I won’t be showing up again today. You’re free to spend time with your friends without fear of interruption. Apologize to Leslie. It wasn’t my intention to intimidate her.” He smiles.

  “Yes, sir. I will.”

  I try not to laugh at poor Leslie. I hope that she has her eyes lifted off the ground by now. I can’t blame her. I nearly ran in the opposite direction when Mr. Garrett first looked at me all Dom personified. My humor quickly fades when I realize he not only noticed her reaction but also liked it. He turns me around to face him. I can’t bring myself to look at him, so I keep my eyes cast downward.

  “What is it?”

  “Leslie would be a perfect submissive for you, not like me.”

  “Look at me,” he says and I lift my eyes to look into his. They nearly take my breath away. They’re a new shade of dark brown, soft and warm. “She may be a perfect submissive, but you are perfection in all things. I have zero interest in Leslie or anyone else but you, for that matter. Get the thought out of your head.”

  I stare open-mouthed. How could he make me feel so special and so put in my place all at the same time?

  “Yes, sir.” I feel inspired by the look in his eyes so I just go with it. “Why were you so pissed with me?”

  “I was pissed with myself. I acted impulsively and it caused you to shut down and become submissive.”

  “Don’t you want me to be submissive?”

  “A submissive that trusts her Dom. Yesterday, we lost some of that because of my actions.”

  “I was trying to please you.”

  “I know,” he says kissing me on the lips. “Let’s get you dry before you wrinkle.”

  He shuts off the water before we step out and then wraps me in a soft, warm towel. I wait as he dries himself off and puts on the robe he brought in with him before he goes about the business of drying me. I watch him and I can tell he is silently thinking.

  “What does it mean to top from the bottom?”

  He flashes a smile so rare at me that I can’t help but smile back.

  “It’s when a sub takes control and acts like the Dom.”

  “But I didn’t.”

  “That little strip tease you did on me begs to differ,” he says. My eyes widen. I had no clue.

  “Relax. I don’t mind that kind of topping. I rather enjoyed it. I need… variety. At least that was my therapist’s answer when I called him this morning.”

  “Therapist,” I repeat, baffled that he’s opening up to me this way. He needs to talk to this therapist more often if this Mr. Garrett is the result.

  “I’m fucked up, so I need a therapist.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Don’t start talking about me having a good heart again,” he says, and just like that, the warm, soft Mr. Garrett is gone. “I’ll leave you to get dressed,” he says, walking away in a mood.

  “Yes, sir,” I say to his retreating back.

  “Miss Warren,” he calls me, turning back around. His Dom mode’s activated. “I look forward to hearing about your day. I would appreciate it if you’d share it with me. You’re mine once you’re here, after all.”

  He looks hurt, and I don’t like that look on him at all.

  “I’m yours no matter where I am.”

  His eyes turn to fire as he covers the space between us. His mouth and hands are all over me as he lifts me and carries me to my bed.

  “Fuck, yes,” he whispers when I grab his hips as he enters me.

  I moan from the pleasure of the feel of him on top of me. I’m so going to be late for class, but I can’t seem to bring myself to care.

  “Fuck,” I yell when I enter my office. Fucking Maloney, I’m going to fire his ass for the bullshit advice he gives me. “Open up to her,” he said. “It’s the only way to repair the trust you’ve so callously thrown in her face,” he said. “She may have a mind to end your contract the way you abused your position yesterday,” he said. “And good for her for doing it,” he said.

  Well, fuck him. What good did opening up get me, but a pining schoolgirl who thinks I’m someone I’m not. That look on her face after we fucked this morning was too much. I have to put a stop to her bullshit thinking I have a heart. No more fucking in her bed. It’s the playroom only from now on.

  I shake my head at myself. How was I supposed to resist her after she said what she said, looking at me the way that she was, wrapped in that towel with her wet hair combed back behind her, telling me that she was always mine? I would have been a damn fool not to take her to bed and fuck her. Damn, it was good. It amazes me just how good it is. She amazes me. She tried to tease me, to resist me the way that she now knows I like it, keeping her legs closed until I had to pry them open, with that damn bottom lip tucked playfully in her mouth to suppress that grin that drives me insane.

  The way it felt when she finally surrendered to me was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It sent a sensation through me that made every strand of hair on my body stand up. I fucked her for an hour straight and I still didn’t get enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. I have to fuck her more. It’s the only way to get her out of my system enough to let her go at the end of our contract.

  Two Weeks Later

  I missed my first class again this morning. I haven’t made it on time since the first day. Mr. Garrett knocks me out in the playroom so hard every night, I can’t get up on time in the mornings. Thank God, Matt takes great notes and he lets me copy them. We’re at the library now and I’m looking them over.

  “You didn’t miss much today,” he says, trying to make me feel better. The ten full pages of notes he took do little to back up his claim though. I really tried to make it here on time today. I ran out of Mr. Garrett’s place so fast, I forgot to put on my collar.

  Our first test is coming up soon, and I have been studying so much that I haven’t been able to visit Daddy at all. I told him all about my classes last time I saw him and he understands how big my course load is.

  Mr. Garrett has been nothing but supportive of the time I need to study. We have a nice lit
tle routine going. We have dinner together while we tell each other all about our day, then I go to the library to study for a few hours. Often, he joins me, and we work in companionable silence as he also finishes up work he needs to get done, then we head to the playroom for a long session.

  “Let’s go get something to eat,” Matt tells Leslie and me. As fast as he’s packing up, he must be hungry.

  “Save us a table,” she says.

  “Don’t take too long,” he says before going on without us.

  “Where does all that food he eats go?” I ask her, looking at his skinny ass walk away.

  “The bigger question is how you’re missing first period every day.”

  “I did it all the time in high school.”

  “Yeah, but you weren’t dating him back in high school, or were you? Oh, my God, bitch, were you dating him?”

  “What? No.”

  “He must be a stallion in bed.” She sighs just thinking about it.

  “No comment,” I tell her, but my stupid grin gives me away.

  “C’mon, you have to give me something. Is he everything I think he is?”

  “I absolutely will not give you a damn thing.”

  “You suck. You never even told me you liked him back in high school.”

  “How could I? You never let me get a word in with all of your ramblings on about him.”

  “Give me a break. He comes from movie star money and he’s the damn district attorney.” She stops and looks around before continuing. “You didn’t hear this from me,” she says, pausing to look around again. “But I heard the reason he fired your dad was because there was a rumor going around the office about him liking you. Your dad confronted him. They came to blows and Garrett fired him.”

  “I don’t believe you. Who told you that?”

  “I overheard my mom talking about it,” she says, and I roll my eyes. Her mom is notorious for being a gossiper. “Okay, I know she’s usually full of shit, but you know her nosy ass always has her ear to the wall. She probably heard something from your dad.”