Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel, Rebel Wild [top 10 most read books in the world .TXT] 📗

“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 little 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