Page 9 of Obsessed Daddy
I know he asked me a question, but I don’t remember it now.
I don’t remember anything right now.
What’s my name?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
My clit thrums wildly, echoing the sound of the wind blowing, and my panties cream like I’m a fucking dairy cow.
I need help.
He holds my wrists above my head and stretches forward, his breath hot against the lobe of my ear, his dick hard against my thigh. “Daddy asked you a question, little girl. Why are you here?”
My stomach tightens, my mouth goes dry, and my thighs ache.
Did he just call himself Daddy?
Chapter Four
Clint
“Daddy?”she questions like a naughty girl would.
“You’re not acting right, little girl. That leads me to believe you need a daddy.”
“A daddy?”she laughs.“You think I need a daddy?”
“How else do you explain this behavior? You can’t swim, yet you’re in the water without a life jacket. You’re breaking into houses late at night with no understanding of home security. Clearly, you need some sort of direction in your life.”
“Well,” she squirms beneath me, but I keep hold of her wrists, “I had a daddy, but he left the family for some other woman. Haven’t seen him since I was three.”
“No, you had a father. A shit father. What youneedis a daddy.”
I swear to fucking God I can smell her pussy getting more excited the longer I hold her here.
“What’s the difference?”
I growl under my breath and lean into the lobe of her ear, breathing her in before I speak. “Daddy will make you come while he’s punishing you.”
She squirms beneath my touch, my cock pressing hard against the inside of her thigh.
“Guess you weren’t kidding about that hero complex. This is getting you off, isn’t it?”
I scrape my teeth against the lobe of her ear. “Don’t pretend, little girl. Daddy can smell the truth.”
Her pretty pink lips drop open. “I see why my sister left you. You’re crazy!”
“Who told you that?” I scoff. “I’m the one who left your sister. She needed control over everything. I thought I could overlook it, but… I don’t do well with that type of person.”
“Right,” she laughs, her gaze locked with mine in the shadows, “becauseDaddylikes control, doesn’t he?”
I know she only meant it facetiously, but I liked the sound of my name on her breath, and I want it again.
Jesus, fuck, who am I? I’ve never wanted anyone to call me daddy before, but with Bella, it feels right. Why the fuck does it feel right to hear her call me daddy?
I grip both her small wrists with one hand and drag the other down her smooth frame, savoring every squirm. “Say it again, little girl.”
