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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We packed up enough for two long weeks at the new house right on a private beach in a small cove on the ocean. Bringing my special suitcase full of our new toys and other ‘little’ accessories, we had everything we needed to keep our unique form of relationship going.

“I love you, baby. I’ll never leave you. You’re mine. We’re part of each other, you get that, right?” He whispered as we lay in the cabana, watching the sunset.

“Hmmm. I never imagined it could ever be this good. Ever. Thank you, Daddy, for everything.”

“Don’t thank me, we were destined, we just had to find each other. But…” He paused, pushing my face back to look up at him, “…now that we have, it’s time.” He shifted in the lounge chair, reaching under the cushion to pull out a small box. My heart stopped beating as his eyes filled with tears.

“Marry me, Angel. Now, tonight, I’ve got it all ready, all you have to do is say yes.”

He opened the small white enameled box to reveal a carved golden band, a sparking diamond on top and the word Babygirl engraved inside.

Rivers of tears met my cheeks, and I kissed him, our mouths opening, our tongues dancing in the delight of my wordless answer. I didn’t need to say the word, we both knew, forever was the only option for us. As strange as other people may find it, Adam had a custom dress made for me all ready to go and arrangements made for our quiet, private wedding on the beach.

The dress was stunning, soft white drapes of fabric that moved in the cool breeze and hugged my curves just right as we said our vows in front of the setting sun. Under my beautiful dress, Adam had a new, platinum butt plug with a ruby and diamond-encrusted heart top. He teased me ruthlessly before the ceremony. Edging me until I was near tears, making sure my pussy was ready for a good, hard wedding night fuck.

But, first, he made sure to put me over his knee, spanking my bottom with his hand until it was red and singing with that delightful dance between pleasure and pain. The throbbing pulse of my welted flesh, calling out to me as I said, ‘I do’.

I got pregnant that week. It all worked out because I had morning sickness to beat the band and no way would I have made it through my exam if I had conceived earlier.

Adam cried. Real tears when the pregnancy test came up positive.

That was five years ago, and we have Maisy and Malcolm wreaking havoc all over. Having twins takes it out of you but we’re still trying for more.

Turns out my horrible period cramps and PMS were related to PCOS and some fibroids that make it hard for me to conceive. Adam has me at the doctor practically once a month, making sure I’m healthy and everything is still okay for us to keep trying for more kids.

We live between a new house we had built close to the one where we first lived together. He gave that one to my mom and Roger, who are married now as well, so they can be closer to me and the babies.

I’ve worked hard to mend my scars of the past. The grudges I held set into the wind as Adam helped me realize they had nothing to do with me and holding on to them, only served to deepen the wounds.

Our new house we designed together. Adam was with me every step of the way. Helping with every decision, right down to the curtains.

He’s still Chairman of the Board of Icon but he’s spending less time there as the years go on. Mom helps with the kids as I do mostly pro bono work now from home, and we have a sweet nanny as well that has become the kids’ second grandma.

Larissa is still single. Looking for her one and only. She’s one of the few that knows some of the details of Daddy and my dynamic and, as always, is one of my biggest supporters.

Ron moved to Miami after eighteen months in Federal Prison on tax evasion. That’s all I know. I don’t think about him anymore.

I have several little rooms. Two I share with the kids who don’t realize what’s what. But one is just mine. With a lock on the door and lots of toys that children shouldn’t be around.

Adam’s punishments have turned more fun over the years. I don’t push and he doesn’t need to be such a hard ass all the time, but he puts me in my place when my inner brat surfaces.

Sometimes, I do it for fun and he plays along. He’s a good Daddy. To me. And the kids.

He’s a better husband and how it balances everything without any of us feeling neglected I’ll never know.


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