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

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: K.D. Robichaux Series: The Submissive Diaries Series by K.D. Robichaux
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Sienna:

Oversharer, Sir. 🥹

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

I don’t say so, because it’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 don’t normally tell people until I’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 🤘

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. She’s begging for it without actually asking. And I want nothing more than to give her instructions I have no doubt she’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, she’s sweet. If she agrees to be trained as my sub, then I’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 me—I’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 I’ve gotten to know her. Such a “Sienna” reaction. Oh holy hell…

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 I’ve circled the abandoned bank near the gym. I scoped it out when I left her this morning, knowing she’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 they’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 I’ve been told countless times that I look like a modern-day pirate, I’m not one. I don’t need to steal anything. I make plenty… as a fucking emergency room doctor. I’d love to throw it in the prejudice motherfucker’s face, but at the same time, I value being underestimated even more. It’s too great of a card to have in one’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. It’ll help me learn even more about her way of thinking before I help her gain the confidence that’ll turn her answers clear and concise.

RomanticSadist:

No… 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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