Daddy Issues 2 Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
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I closed my eyes and focused on the decadent sensation of Adam’s hand between my legs. I felt the texture of the cloth as he moved it through every fold, my breaths coming in tiny bursts as my fingers clutched the cool sides of the porcelain tub.

“You like Daddy’s bath, don’t you, baby?”

“Um hmmm.” I answered, unsure of my ability to form words.

I silently begged for him to go faster, harder, to apply more pressure here and there. But he kept his pace, even as I shifted and angled myself in an attempt to diffuse this desperate ache he’d created.

I should have been completely spent from the dick-rocking Adam had just given me. But there was something about his voice, his manner. Something about the word ‘Daddy’, how it spilled off his lips, that had my senses heightened and fantasies I’d never even considered flamed to life.

The water splashed and his breath became ragged. Without warning, the cloth was abandoned, and I gasped as his fingers met with my welcoming body.

He watched my face as he explored me under the water, his eyes dark and enraptured by the way I responded to his touch.

“You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”

I nodded and watched his eyes as he teased and toyed. His long, thick fingers delved inside my opening as I flexed my muscles to angle my hips, demanding more friction.

“We’re never gonna get out of this bath if we don’t watch it, little girl.”

“Maybe I don’t want to.” My voice shook as a flurry of tension grew inside me.

“As much as I’d like to, we have some other things to tend to. And I have a meeting at the firm in less than two hours that I don’t want to miss. So, I’m going to have to cut this little party short.”

I blew out a long breath as he took his fingers away, squirming against the pulsing need down low. My eyes drifted closed and I nodded. “Okay, Adam.”

“Daddy. Not Adam. You will call me Daddy when we’re here, at home. Unless we have friends over or we agree. But, that’s all part of the gig, babygirl. So, let me hear it… Daddy.”

A dark flutter passed through me. From the look in his eyes there was no mistaking he was dead ass serious, yet I hesitated.

It felt like standing on the end of the high, high diving board. You want to jump, but fear holds you back. One more step and you free fall. Everything changes.

But, sometimes in life you have to count to three, close your eyes and take that plunge.

“Okay, Daddy.” My stomach tumbled and heat washed through me. It was odd, but I knew it felt right.

Adam’s nostrils flared and that tension in his brow lessened. I knew it affected him and it seemed so much more than just a game or some fantasy. It somehow changed how I looked at him, how I pictured us together.

He was still the love of my life, the guy that made my stomach flutter and my knees weak, but suddenly our bond ran deeper, more intimate, and somewhere inside I was anxious to see where this new dynamic would take us.

“Good girl. Now, up, let’s get you dried off and dressed” He said and I glanced toward the pink frilly deal as he pulled me out of the water. His pale blue eyes devoured every inch of my dripping body as he pulled a white towel from the rack.

“I’m just not sure I really get the whole pacifier thing though,” I admitted as he dried me.

“I get it. But, part of this is trust. If I’m Daddy, you trust me. That’s how this works.”

“Yeah, well, daddy doesn’t really elicit a lot of loving memories for me.” I offered a half smile but the thought of my own father left me raw.

“I know, babe. I’m sorry for everything you went through but that’s not what I meant. I’m not your Dad, I’m something different. But I’m going to be the man that you didn’t have as a little girl. Someone that loves you more than anything, someone that will take care of you like your own fucking father should have, but didn’t have the balls to step up to the plate and do his job. I can’t change the past for you, but I sure as shit can change your future. Come on…”

He rubbed my warm ass with the towel, pointing into the bedroom.

My father bounced in and out of my life over the years, calling on birthdays sometimes, sending a postcard from wherever he might be once a year or so. I got used to it but looking around at my friends with their fathers at the Daddy/Daughter Dance, or Bring your Dad to School Day, I always felt somehow less than. Something was missing and it embarrassed me.


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