Plant Daddy (The Submissive Diaries #1) Read Online K.D. Robichaux

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Submissive Diaries Series by K.D. Robichaux
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
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Shortness in breath.

An instant flush accompanied by goose bumps along her skin.

A shiver of her feminine shoulders.

And a seemingly unconscious rocking of her whole luscious body toward my own, as if pulled instinctively to the one who owns it.

I’m yanked out of the vision when my phone dings.

WillDive4Plants:

That, Sir, was completely uncalled for.

A growl rumbles up from my chest and out into my office as I read what she called me without ever being told to do so. My cock is instantly rock-hard from the little sub calling me Sir. And of course she capitalized it. She would know it’s a sign of respect to a Dominant to capitalize whatever name you refer to them by.

WillDive4Plants:

My watch is now telling me to breathe, so thanks for that LOL

Same, little one, I think to myself, but I don’t have time to reply as I’m paged for an incoming ambulance.

When I get back to my office two hours later, she’s only sent one message. I’m surprised by the intensity of the disappointment I feel that there’s not a string of her random thoughts for me to scroll through and enjoy, but when I read the one she sent, I get that she’s trying to write under different circumstances than before.

WillDive4Plants:

Annoying not fun fact about our gym—no outlets by my locker room chair. Forced to sit with the peasants in the café instead of sprawled in a lounge chair by the hot tub 😆

I grin at her dramatics. From getting to know her this past week, it’s easy to tell she’s completely joking about the peasants comment. It’s just her funny little way of telling me she had to move locations. Again, probably without being consciously aware of what she’s doing, she informs me of things any 24/7 sub would be trained to tell their Dom, their Owner and Master. We always like to know exactly where our belongings are.

But I keep that to myself, allowing her to lie to herself that this thing between us is moving slowly, when really, I can already feel an attachment. From both sides. What I felt from the moment I heard her inside the dumpster that first night, the protectiveness and amusement, has grown exponentially. Not only that, but I enjoy the lightheartedness she brings out in me, when it seems like I’ve felt nothing but heaviness for years.

RomanticSadistLL:

Ugh those BASTARDS

She replies within seconds, as if she’s been waiting to hear from me with bated breath. It makes all remnants of the disappointment I felt moments ago completely disappear, especially when I perceive she must’ve been holding off on texting me more than she did because she’s been so conditioned that it’s annoying. She’s sensitive to that feeling, more than anything else I’ve come across in our conversations so far. She’s been told time and time again by people throughout her life that she’s “too much,” and she’s been trying her best to keep herself reined in with me, when that’s the very last thing I want.

I want every bit of her she has to give. I want her to lavish her attention on me. I want her obsessed with me. And when she finally breaks down all the barriers her past conditioning built inside her and allows herself to smother me with her fixation, I will never, ever reprimand her for that. I will give her nothing but the praise she craves like it’s the air she breathes.

WillDive4Plants:

Right?! As much as we pay for that place, you’d think they could at least provide ample enough electricity😜

I’m paged for another patient, and by the time I get in my truck to go home and check her messages, the last one she sent an hour ago says she was going to get some sleep.

Pride fills me. Asleep before one in the morning? That’s a big deal for the little sub. Writing all day, conversing with me, getting out of the house where she can’t so easily lie down for a nap, her circadian rhythm might finally be on the mend without me even putting that much effort into it. I haven’t even had to resort to slipping in tiny assignments, tasks for her to complete at random in order to keep her stimulated during the day to stay awake and for me to enjoy her unhesitant obedience. I have many in my pocket to pull out whenever the urge hits me.

A selfie wherever she happens to be at that moment—if she’s lying down, nodding off, it would influence her to get up and moving again. She wouldn’t want me to see her being unproductive. It goes against her entire personality.

A photo of what she’s eating for lunch—it would force her to grab some food when I know sometimes she forgets to eat or doesn’t bother because her medications kill her appetite.


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