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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Sienna:

Oversharer, Sir. šŸ„¹

I try my very best not to trauma dump, but you have a weird effect on me, Sir.

I donā€™t say so, because itā€™s way too soon to admit to the feelings she provokes in me, to her or myself, but she has the same weird effect on me. I share things with her I donā€™t normally tell people until Iā€™ve known them for a very long time.

Sienna:

I just remembered I got a pizza kids meal from the cafe before they closed, and it's just been sitting here while I hyperfocused.

That's both sad and incredible, Sir.

Cold pizza, I'm fine with, Sir. But SMELLING like pizza? Great first impression, Sienna šŸ¤˜

And now I'm starting to panic, because I'm like, "Is he going to let me know when he's here, or am I supposed to be out there already?" Are you sure you want to deal with me, Sir? lol

She needs direction. Sheā€™s begging for it without actually asking. And I want nothing more than to give her instructions I have no doubt sheā€™ll obey without hesitation. Because a pleaser who begs for direction has no desire to question or deny. They just do.

RomanticSadist:

Get your pizza.

Sienna:

I did, Sir. Figured it might help the shaking.

Who needs cardio, when they have you, Sir? lol

RomanticSadist:

Good girl. I'll be there in about 10. Stay until I tell you I'm there.

You may also go use the mouthwash in the locker room by the sinks

Sienna:

OMG! I totally forgot we had that! Thank you for the reminder, Sir.

God, sheā€™s sweet. If she agrees to be trained as my sub, then Iā€™ll do everything I can to keep all that sweetness intact for me to enjoy while also bringing out the vixen I know she longs to be for the right Dom.

RomanticSadist:

Of course. And I'll also remind you that you asked me to behave. Your breath can smell of delicious pizza, and I'll never know.

Sienna:

You would if you're close enough to talk in my ear with that sexy-ass voice, Sir. I'm just sayin', Sir.

A grunt escapes my suddenly puffed-up chest at her forward compliment. Knowing she thinks my voice is sexy, the otherwise shy woman feeling it strongly enough to tell me so is quite a big deal. It makes me think back to the first compliment she ever gave me, the first words she ever said to me, the first message she ever sent meā€”Iā€™ve totally drooled over you at our gym before. Technically, it was her second message. The first was a response to my greeting, one I look back on and smile, now that Iā€™ve gotten to know her. Such a ā€œSiennaā€ reaction. Oh holy hellā€¦

RomanticSadist:

I will give you this choice. I will meet you at your parking spot at the gym, OR you can drive a block so the parking lot security won't bother us while we talk.

I send her a screenshot of my Map app where Iā€™ve circled the abandoned bank near the gym. I scoped it out when I left her this morning, knowing sheā€™d feel more comfortable staying close by. But the security fucker at our gym rides around on his golf cart, checking in on anyone who stays in their car longer than a couple of minutes, thinking theyā€™re casing cars to break into. I call him a fucker because although he sees me there every single day, he still comes and taps on my window to question me when I spend a while checking emails and fucking off on my phone.

I may wear graphic tees with a backward cap, have five silver hoops in my ears, and a shitload of tattoos encase my hard-earned muscularity. Not to mention a demeaner that makes people either run from or gravitate toward for safety with no in-between. But while Iā€™ve been told countless times that I look like a modern-day pirate, Iā€™m not one. I donā€™t need to steal anything. I make plentyā€¦ as a fucking emergency room doctor. Iā€™d love to throw it in the prejudice motherfuckerā€™s face, but at the same time, I value being underestimated even more. Itā€™s too great of a card to have in oneā€™s pocket to just throw it down without waiting for the opportune moment.

And yes, that was a Jack Sparrow pun.

Sienna:

Fuuuuuck. Um... And you promise to behave, Sir? I'm sorry to question you, but like... you just read my trauma dump. Never mind. Yes, I'll meet you there, Sir. Should I leave now, Sir?

She makes it so easy to see inside her mind when she sends me her every thought leading to her final decision. Itā€™ll help me learn even more about her way of thinking before I help her gain the confidence thatā€™ll turn her answers clear and concise.

RomanticSadist:

Noā€¦ I want you to wait.

Sit there a bit. Be nervous. Let your anxiety in, your fight-or-flight kick in, your heart race, your breathing turn fast and shallow.


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