Page 24 of Obsessed Daddy
“Umm… okay.” My heart pounds as he steps closer. This isn’t normal. A normal man wouldn’t scale the house and sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night. A normal man wouldn’t pin me down and make me touch myself outside of his house. A normal man wouldn’t carry me to the back room of a bar, fuck me like an animal, and ask me to call him Daddy.
Maybe he’s crazy. Maybe he really is obsessed. Maybe I’ve invited something into my life I’m going to severely regret.
“Why are you here?” I whisper, heart pounding as I stare up into his chestnut eyes. “My sister is sleeping in the room right next door, and my mother is just downstairs.”
Light from the moon filters in through the open window as he stalks forward, his massive, inked arms highlighted as he holds his gaze on mine. “You left me, little girl. You didn’t even tell me where you were going. That’s something I wasn’t expecting out of you.”
“My mom and my sister were texting me. I had to leave. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
His hand slides down the side of my arm and onto my hip, before he flattens his big, rough hand over the top of my pussy.
I should be repulsed. The man snuck up to my room, and he followed me here from the lake house. He’s crazy, and yet, I’m the furthest thing from repulsed. In fact, my pussy is sopping wet, and I’ve never wanted him more.
“You’re mine, little girl. We talked about this. You ask Daddy’s permission before you leave the house. How else can I keep you safe?”
My clit twitches as his warm breath spreads against the lobe of my ear.
“I’m sorry,” I sigh, melting into his big, heavy touch. “I should’ve told you I was leaving.”
Why am I apologizing? My brain is telling me that it’s the right thing to do, but my clit is craving Daddy’s punishment.
“You should have. It’s the middle of the night. Anything could’ve happened to my girl.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say, blinking up at him sweetly.
“Sorry isn’t enough for this kind of offence, baby. Daddy needs to punish you.”
My clit throbs as my panties soak, the world blurring in warm, hot, vibrating circles.
“At the lake house,” I murmur. “You can punish me at the lake house.”
“No,” he grins backing me toward the twin bed I’ve been sleeping in for decades, “you’re going to take your punishment right here. You’re going to spread your legs and take Daddy’s cock like a good, little girl. Do you know why?”
I swallow hard as I fall back on the squeaky bed, my breath fast and heavy. “No, why?”
“Because you’re mine, my sweet girl. Mine to protect. Mine to love.” He leans in, growling lower and lower with every word like an animal as he says, “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
“Yours,” I repeat, swallowing down the lump in my throat. “I’m yours.”
“Good girl. Now spread those thighs for Daddy.”
Chapter Ten
Clint
I read somewhere that obsession is desire that’s forgotten to sleep, and it’s never been truer. I desire Bella more than I’ve ever desired anything, and it’s turning into a full-blown obsession.
The look of her. The sound of her. The feel of her skin on mine. She’s gorgeous, amazing, one of a fucking kind.
I run my hands beneath her dress, pulling it off her curved frame, exposing every inch of her bare body for my taking. Her breasts, full and heavy. Her nipples, hard and pink. Her waist, thick and curved. That tiny seam, dark red and wet between her thick thighs.
Jesus Christ, I’m a mess. Her sister is in the next room, and her mother is downstairs. It wouldn’t take much for them to hear us. One inadvertent moan could blow this whole thing up and make a mess of our beautiful, budding life, but my little girl needs to learn her lesson.
No leaving Daddy without telling him where you’re going. It’s nonnegotiable. I never want to wake up and see her gone ever again.
“Tell Daddy why you’re being punished,” I groan, sliding the head of my cock against her sopping seam.
I love how wet she gets for me. It’s otherworldly to see how much she craves my direction. It makes me feel needed ina way I never thought possible. This surpasses even my time in the field. Soldiers are trained experts who need someone to give minimal commands, ensuring they work as a unit. Separately, they’re still more than capable of surviving on their own.
