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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Watching him walk from the bedroom made me desperately want to reach down take matters into my own hands. What made matters worse is the gift. I opened the black box and inside was a curved vibrator with this other front sort of finger deal. When I pushed the buttons, a little wheel on the tip with tiny rubber bumps started to spin. Another button made the thicker shaft vibrate in various rhythms and it all made sense. The little part was to tickle at your clit while the thicker part…well, did its thing inside you.

Genius.

I knew better than to give it a test run. That was another rule. No orgasm or touching myself without permission and Adam specifically said not to use it until he got home.

Some of the rules sucked because I was rank horny, and needs are needs.

I squeezed my legs together, pushing away the lust then closing my eyes trying to grab another hour or so of sleep before my day officially started.

The buzz of the entry gate woke me around eight and I stumbled to the security monitor that was in the bedroom.

“Yes?” I coughed and cleared my throat.

“Delivery for Miss Angel Henderson.”

Again? I knew it wouldn’t be from Ron this time. He’s dumb but not that dumb. It had to be from Adam.

“I’ll buzz you though. Leave it at the front door.”

I watched the driver pull up, park, leave a small package by the front door and leave. So, I wrapped myself in my robe, excited to see what surprise Adam sent for me this time.

I opened the little box to find a beautiful, handmade German teddy bear with gorgeous blue glass eyes. In the little fuzzy bear’s hands was a card that read: ‘Put me where I can always keep my eyes on you.’

So sweet. God, the blue eyes… I knew Adam would be in meetings all day, so I didn’t call, but I wanted him to know I was thinking about him, so I sent a quick text.

Hi, Daddy. Just wanted to say thank you and hope everything is going well. Can’t wait for you to get home.

XOXO

I went about the morning. Coffee. Thinking of Adam.

Shower. More thinking of Adam.

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.

Maybe a little me time…I mean, I do have a new toy and he did leave me primed and needy. When the cat’s away, the horny little girl will play. That new toy made quick work of that. I think they must have quite the R & D department because, dahm, that thing is spot on.

Okay, Angel. Time to adult.

Dressed. Out the door.

Work. Work.

1:30

Lunch. More work.

2:30

Then, more work…3:30…pregnancy test forgotten.

4:00

Nothing.

From then on, there was no more work. I left right at four, staring at my phone waiting. It was strange. Adam always texted me back, even if it was only a quick word.

A sick feeling brewed in my belly. It had been a tough couple of days, but I couldn’t think of any reason he would be upset with me again. Nothing had happened since he left me lying in bed this morning.

Clutching the steering wheel as I drove home, the clenching in my gut had turned into full-on head-to-toe worry. When I turned in through the gate and pressed the garage door opener to see his black Mercedes sitting in the garage, I was sure all was not right.

Now what?

“Adam?” I called into the kitchen. “Are you here?” I tossed my purse on the counter, clicking through the travertine tile, listening for any sound.

I didn’t have to wait. Adam came around the corner of the hallway to his office, his face drawn tight, his eyes flat and dark.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t the meetings go well? I texted you early…I’ve been worried.”

“The meetings went fine. We’re scheduled for our IPO in one month. I’ll be a billionaire a couple times over if all goes well. But, I don’t give a shit about that. I practically walked out of that meeting today when I got this.”

He slid his iPhone across the slick granite counter.

On the face of his phone was a picture I couldn’t quite make out. “What?”

“Look closer.” He nodded and I reached for the phone and almost threw up.

It was a video of me. The message in the text read, ‘She’s not yours, because I’m here with her, right now. Have a great day.’

In horror, I watched as the video played in a loop. There I was, legs open, the new white toy doing its thing. Totally naked, bringing myself to orgasm, over and over and over as the loop played out.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, my hand clasped over my mouth as Adam stood silent. “Who took this? Who is this from?” I asked unable to stop staring at the phone in my hand.

“That is exactly my question. Who was in my motherfucking house today watching you get yourself off with the toy I just bought you? Tell. Me. The. Truth.”


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