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

“Never run from me like that again,” he says to me. I can hear the anguish in his voice.

“But you said for me to go.” I’m still struggling to be free of his grasp so that I can leave.

“I know,” he whispers. “I was angry and it got the better of me for a moment. Forgive me for frightening you.”

I shake my head so vigorously that my hair falls wildly in my face.

“I don’t get you,” I tell him. “I don’t understand you at all.”

“You do understand me, more than anyone I’ve known. I’m the one having trouble understanding myself.” I stop struggling at his words. “Look at me,” he says, brushing the hair out of my face. I open my eyes, but I refuse to look at him.

“You want me to see you as a monster,” I tell him, still expecting to see the cold person I was running from. “You want me to see lies.”

“Look at me,” he tells me again.

“No,” I tell him. “You want me to see bad in everything. You want to change the way I feel about you. You want to change me.”

“Never. I just want you to stop making me feel this way.” I look in his eyes to see him calm and in control once again.

“How am I making you feel?”

“You make me want to be better than I am.”

“Why is that a bad thing?”

“It’s not. It’s just an impossible goal.” He exhales and his warm breath blows on my face. It has a light scent of whiskey that actually smells good. He cups my chin, staring at me. “When did you become so damn defiant?”

“I don’t know. Long day, I guess.” I shrug it off and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Sir,” I add as my eyes widen at him, remembering my submissive self.

“Oh, too fucking late for that,” he says as he lifts me and sets me back over on top of his desk again. He hikes up my wrap-around dress and tugs off my panties. “I’m obviously about to do whatever the hell it is I do to you, Miss Warren, as all of this shit has surprisingly turned me on,” he warns me. “If you don’t want me to do whatever the hell it is I do to you that’s definitely not fucking when I do it to you, I suggest you safeword.”

I bite my lip to keep from giggling at him teasing me with my words, but it escapes my lips anyway.

“Yes, sir,” I tell him and he growls at me. He leans me back on his large desk, rids himself of his clothes, and climbs on top of me. I gasp in surprise when he enters me in one swift motion. “Oh, God,” I moan at the feel of him so full inside me it’s painfully good. I throw my head back trying to stave off my orgasm that is rapidly building.

“Look at me,” he says and my eyes meet his. “Never change.”

“Yes, sir.” I moan. “I need to come.”

“Come with me,” he says, and I cry when we find our release together.

I try to walk when we’re done, really, I do, it’s not just because I like it when he carries me, but he does carry me up to my room and places me on my bed.

“It almost worked, didn’t it, convincing you I was a monster?”

“Not a chance,” I tell him. “You intimidating me doesn’t make you a monster. I suppose it makes for a really good Dom.”

Thank God he’s gone easy on me all this time, if that’s the man I’d have to face in the playroom.

“How did these get here?” I ask him about my books that are sitting on my desk. I know I left them in the library at school. I remember that Joanna woman who disappeared after she got me to the hospital. “The woman that approached me, how did she get to me so fast? How did she even know me?”

“She’s been there since the first day.”

“Why?”

“I still need to be able to protect you, even when I can’t physically do it myself.”

“And I suppose that protection included reporting everything back to you.”

“Of course. How else would I be able to protect you?” What ticked him off all makes sense. I’m sure me spending the day with Matt didn’t look good on that report. “You’re mine, Miss Warren,” he reminds me in all his Dom glory. “I protect what’s mine.”

“I’m glad she was there today,” I tell him. “Even if the circumstances are a bit peculiar, but I’d prefer Joe to be with me.”

“The hell with Joe,” he spits out. “He’s engaged to Bree, you realize?”

My mouth flies open in shock that he would suggest I would be interested in his brother, but I quickly close it. I shake my head in disbelief at the wide range of emotions this man goes from in any given second to the next. It must be exhausting for him to experience them all. No wonder he’s always so uptight. Well, as his submissive, it is my job to relieve his tension.

“Maybe I need a reminder of who I belong to, sir,” I tell him, playfully. Hoping he doesn’t take offense to it.

My face gives way to apprehension when that eyebrow of his goes up. He pulls at my dress, leaving me naked as I have long since lost my bra and panties in his office. He gathers my hair roughly behind me in his hand and pulls it until I am looking up at him. His mouth is on mine, devouring me.

“Who do these lips and mouth belong to?” He demands to know.

“You, sir.” I pant.

I squeal when he throws me on my bed and rams himself into me. He is pumping me so hard that the bed is violently shaking. I fear it may collapse.

“Who… does… your… body… belong… to, Foxy?” He grunts each word while shoving himself deeper inside me.

“You,” I whisper.