Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel

by Rebel Wild

  “But you can still help?”

  “This conversation’s going nowhere. I’m done.” I dab the corners of my mouth before tossing my napkin on my plate, standing up.

  “You’re leaving? Are you serious?”

  “I’m through playing games. You’re obviously rejecting my offer.”

  “I’m not rejecting it. I’m just… I don’t know. It’s a lot to ask.”

  “And what you’re asking me to do isn’t? I’m giving you what you want on a silver platter, and that’s not going to come cheap. Or do you think so little of your father’s freedom that you can’t stand to be inconvenienced for a moment or two?”

  “What exactly do I have to do?”

  I sit back down, getting comfortable, taking a sip of wine.

  “Nothing you don’t want to, and I mean that. I just want you at my beck and call. It’s as simple as that. You just need to be around when I need you.”

  “That’s all? What about the sex?”

  “Are you putting that on the table?”

  “I don’t understand. I thought it’s what you wanted.”

  “Think of it this way. It’s your basic quid pro quo. The more you give me, the more I give you in return. Offering me your virginity sweetens the deal. It makes it all the more lucrative.”

  “Lucrative?”

  “Breaking your cherry makes it worth the risk and you know damn well, I’d be risking a lot. All I need is a little insurance from you. I need to be sure I won’t get shitted on. My reputation and the reputation of my office will be on the line. Your father’s in a lot of trouble. You know that, right?”

  “I know,” she whispers.

  “Working for me won’t be as bad as you’re imagining it to be,” I say. “Certainly not as bad as clocking in here every day. You’re young, Sydney. You’re beautiful. You deserve more than working your fingers to the bone and laughing at some asshole’s sex joke for tips. You could be living in my estate in Beverly Hills. Your bills will be paid and your every desire will be fulfilled. What’s the big deal in giving me a little bit of your time compared to everything you have to gain?”

  “Which is?”

  “A better lawyer for your father to start and for you a five-hundred-thousand-dollar employment package.” I laugh at her eyes almost bulging out of her head.

  “What about dropping the charges?”

  “You’ll have to do a little extra for that.”

  “What else could I possibly do? I’d already be fucking you.”

  “Such a dirty mouth for a young girl, but to answer your question…” I pause to look around at the oblivious people focused on each other before I start again. I lean forward and Sydney does the same. “You’ll have to let me dominate you.”

  “Dominate? Like boss me around?”

  “It’s a little more complicated than that, but that’s the gist of it.”

  “Seriously? You want to boss me around like you’re my daddy?”

  “Are you saying you’re not interested?”

  “I don’t know. It’s creepy.”

  “Do you want your father free or not?”

  “If I agree, you’ll drop the charges?”

  “Yes.”

  “Just like that?”

  “Not just like that. Your father blew a high-profile case. I can’t just go in and drop the charges. It’s going to take some effort, but I’ll make sure it’s done.”

  “When do I have to do this?”

  “We’ll discuss all the finer details in a place that’s more private. I want you to come to me first thing tomorrow morning, ready to please,” I say, eye-fucking her in that waitress uniform. I’d like to see her in something more befitting her beauty. “I’ll call you tonight with how I want you to dress for me.”

  I let the last of my wine linger in my mouth like it’s her sweet juices on my tongue. I rise, button my suit jacket, place a few hundred-dollar bills on the table for her and walk out without a backward glance.

  Chapter Three

  The bus drops me off a few blocks away from the address Mr. Garrett gave me, so I have to walk the rest of the way. It’s days like this I really hate I had to sell Daddy’s car. The house is a huge contemporary style that’s so hidden from the street I walk past it twice thinking my GPS is off. I punch the code he gave me to open the gate and walk the long driveway to the front door. I take off my flats and slip on my heels before I ring the doorbell.

  “Yeah?” I hear a voice yell from behind the door.

  “Hi…” Before I can say another word, he cracks open the door just enough for his eye to appear in the slit. He sees me and opens it all the way, looking me up and down with a nasty grin on his face. He’s tall, skinny, and gross. “I’m here to see Mr. Garrett,” I tell him, hugging myself to hide as much as I can from his roaming eye. I have to stop myself from clutching my bag.

  “I’m Mr. Garrett,” he says. His grin turns into a smirk.

  “Oh, um, I’m sorry. I’m here to see Mr. Tristan Garrett. I’m Sydney. Sydney Warren.”

  “So, you’re the one,” he says, with a roll of his eyes. “I knew he had to get his fix sooner or later, but damn.” He leans against the door to let me pass him. “You’re kinda young, aren’t you?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know?”

  “Not really.”

  “Hey, at least you’re hot, right?”

  “I guess so.”

  “Boy, is this going to be a fun time.”

  I hope not.

  I walk closely behind this Mr. Garrett as he leads me through the foyer and into a large living room.

  “Are you coming?” he says sharply when I dawdle. I hurry to catch up. We stop in front of a closed door and he turns to look me over. “Fix yourself. Trust me, a first impression is everything to my brother, and he’s sort of an asshole when he doesn’t like the way his girls look so…”

  His brother?

  I look down to inspect myself. As he instructed me so thoroughly over the phone last night, I’m dressed in the fitted black knee-length dress with hot pink pumps and matching belt he sent over. I pull my dress down, adjust my semi-twisted belt, and push my hair back off my shoulders. Per his instructions, it’s been professionally styled to where even though it hangs free, no strand is out of place. I have so much makeup caked on my skin I’m afraid to smile, but I don’t bother to check it. When I’m done, I look up at this Mr. Garrett in question. He nods his approval and opens the door.

  “Hey, Triscuit, your girl Friday’s here,” he tells him.

  “Send her in,” I hear him say, and I inwardly groan.

  I thought I was ready for this, but I’m not. If it was anybody but him, I would be okay. It was bad enough with him harassing me at Calhoun’s every chance he got, but to know I have to give my virginity to a man whom I’ve known since I was fifteen is just plain-out gross. I tried to get out of it last night. I almost begged him, but his instructions were firm and clear. I’m to give him whatever he wants. I propel myself forward until I’m in the center of the room.

  “You’re on time. I like that. Stand in front of my desk,” he commands me from his chair and I move to obey. “Stop.” I freeze. “When I give you a command or ask you a question, I expect you to always respond with yes, sir.”

  My heart drops into my stomach as I’ve already messed up.

  “Oh, man.” The other Mr. Garrett groans before leaving the room and closing the door.

  “I…” I start to apologize, but I’m not sure if I should.

  “Well,” he says impatiently.

  “Yes, sir,” I quickly say.

  “You have much to learn, Miss Warren.” He sighs in frustration. “Move.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, and move to obey.

  “That’s close enough.” />
  I stop.

  “Yes, sir,” I say. I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t look at him. I don’t think I’m supposed to look at him. I read how they don’t like that.

  “You’ve done a wonderful job bringing yourself up to par. I’m pleased.” I can’t believe he’s acting like this. He always seemed so normal. “You may look at me,” he tells me, and I do as he says.

  I’m met with fierce dark eyes that seem to look right through me, but I know better than to disobey him and look away, so I divert my eyes to look at his forehead. Daddy taught me how to do that. It’s a trick used for shy people. A smirk plays on his lips and I know he’s aware of the tactic. He unbuttons the top of his shirt as he regards me thoughtfully.

  “Are you ready to discuss what I expect when I’m dominating you?”

  I nod.

  “Do not nod your head. It is not very becoming. When I ask you a question, I want an actual answer.”

  “Yes, sir,” I tell him. I’m once again unnerved. “I’m ready to discuss it.”

  “Sit down,” he tells me and I obey. “I have a contract to offer you.”

  “A contract, is that really necessary? I don’t like signing things.”

  “This is a business deal and with that comes a contract.”

  “Business, right, I get it.”

  “Oh, you’ll get it all right and I’ll be the one to give it to you, but first things first: You need to always keep in mind that the nondisclosure agreement you signed when your father started working for me is still in effect.”

  “I remember what my dad said when I signed it.”

  “I hope he made it clear what will happen if you break it. Don’t think I’m stupid enough not to have safety measures in place if you get any bright ideas about going against me. This arrangement can easily be turned into you blackmailing me, just another case of the apple not falling far from the tree. You breathe a whisper of this to anyone and you’ll be keeping your father company in the prison system. You’re hot, but you’re not that fucking hot. I won’t hesitate to bury you if it means saving my ass.”

  “I get it, okay.”

  “I mean it, Miss Warren.”

  “I know. I promise I’ll honor the NDA.”

  After giving me a death glare for a full minute, he hands me a contract.

  “This is what I expect of you,” he says, and I read it carefully.

  I’m not surprised by the contract. These guys always want total control over women. I get to his “hard limits” section and there’s not much there, except for sex with animals. People actually do that. I’m relieved he’s not into any freaky stuff, except… wait…

  “You want me to pee on you?”

  “I’m not against it,” he says. “Shit happens.”

  “Shit? You want me to—”

  “I draw the line at scat play, Miss Warren,” he tells me, and I don’t even want to know what that’s all about. Images of babies playing with their poop come to mind. “Continue,” he says, pointing to the contract.

  “Yes, sir,” I say, resuming my reading.

  My God, he likes to do everything. I need to have a hard limits list. I don’t want him putting his fist up or down anything of mine. Whips and canes would be on my list for sure.

  “It’s all very standard,” he says, tapping the tip of his pen on the table.

  “I guess so, but for how long?”

  “Normally, I don’t have lengthy contracts. I don’t like having subs around for more than a few hours for a week or two, but for you, I’m making an exception. It will be for six months.”

  “Six months? Six whole months,” I say flipping through the contract to see if he actually has that in there and sure enough, it’s on the very last page right there in black and white.

  “It will be twenty-four hours, seven days a week of total power exchange?”

  “What does that mean?”

  “TPE means I’ll control your every move for the next six months. It means you’re not leaving this house.”

  “Wha…” I start, but stop to try to catch the wind he just knocked out of me.

  “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Yes, I have a problem with that! Six months? That’s half a damn year.”

  “I see those math tutors your father got for you paid off.”

  “You never mentioned this power exchange being part of the deal, ever. I have a job and an apartment and my father needs to see me and I want to start college.”

  “I will maintain your apartment. With my permission, you’ll be able to see your father, and with my permission, you may attend college, but you will not work that shitty job while you’re with me. I’m sure you’ll be able to find another one when we’re done.”

  “But six months. That’s too much. You’re taking this too far.”

  “You act as though I’m locking you away in some dungeon.”

  “May as well,” I grumble. He has the nerve to look insulted.

  “Is this place not a step up from your ratty apartment in Montebello?”

  “A fancy prison is still a prison.”

  “What other options do you have?”

  “You know I don’t have any, but why do I have to be here all the time?”

  “Because that’s the job I’m paying you for. I’m shelling out a lot to be the first to have you and I want my money’s worth.”

  “Five hundred thousand isn’t that much considering all you want me to do,” I tell him, looking at his long list of do’s and don’ts again. “And you keep calling it ‘business’ and me ‘working’ for you, but that’s not what it is. Work is only nine-to-five with days off. This is every day, all day. This is kidnapping.”

  “Well, I hope your little fingerprints are on file.”

  “Do you like making fun of me?”

  “It pleases me. Now, are you going to work for me or not?”

  “My virginity is worth more than what you’re offering me. You said yourself that it’s lucrative. Guys pay big bucks for this kind of thing, so why should I give it up for crumbs? I’m just saying.”

  “And you’re just bringing this up now?”

  “Hey, you’re the one who threw me a curveball. It’s only fair.”

  “I’m impressed enough to take your bait.”

  “Then you won’t mind paying me a million dollars.”

  “Sign while I authorize the transfer.”

  “Seriously? You didn’t even blink. You have a million dollars to throw away like that?”

  “Oh, I assure you you’ll earn every penny, but you’re right, there are stipulations when it comes to that amount of money. I’m just not going to drop a million in your bank account and risk you skipping out on me.”

  “I wouldn’t do that.”

  “Forgive me for not taking your word, but this is business. I’ll give you the money originally offered and the rest will be pending.”

  “Pending what?”

  “That you fulfill your end of the contract.”

  “So, I’m just supposed to let you bang me for six whole months with the hopes that you give me the money and my daddy back at the end? I’m taking all the risks and you’re getting all the rewards.”

  “What risks are you taking? Orgasms? Meanwhile, I have to come up with what looks like a legitimate reason to get your precious daddy’s charges dropped. This whole thing could screw me over much better than you can.”

  “I still don’t like it.”

  “And I’m not surprised. You’re too spoiled for your own good. Your father never told you no.”

  “Now that you mention being told no, do I get to have a list of hard limits? I read that submissives get to say what they like and don’t like. Do I get one of those?”

  “No,” he says so fast that my lips part in
surprise. “What part of me fucking you the way I want when I want are you having trouble with?”

  “Do you really want me to answer that?”

  “Are you on birth control?”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  “I’m surprised Daddy Dearest let that happen.”

  “It wasn’t his decision. Why are we talking about this?”

  “Because I want to fuck you, not father your kids.”

  “You’re not going to wear condoms?”

  “Why would I? You’re a virgin. I can’t catch anything.”

  “What about me? You could have something.”

  “Are you suggesting that I might have an STD?”

  “No, I’m flat out saying it. I don’t know where you’ve been putting that thing and I’m supposed to just let you stick it in me. You need to get tested first.”

  He glares at me like I’m going to back down, but I won’t. It’s his own fault for bringing this up. I can’t believe he thought he would just fuck me unprotected.

  “Fine.”

  “Really? I want to see the actual paperwork. I’m not just going to take your word for it.”

  “I realize that. I’ll get tested and show you the results. It’s not an unreasonable request considering all I plan to do to you.”

  “Are you really going to make me do all that stuff I saw on the Internet? I’ve never done anything like that. I’m only eighteen.”

  “What happened to you finally being an adult and no longer being a noob?”

  “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”

  “How would I know it, the way you flirted with me?”

  “I thought you were cute. Sue me.”

  “Your family has enough legal troubles.”

  “Are you really going to be an ass to me after everything that happened with my daddy?”

  “I don’t give a damn about your daddy. He almost cost me my job, so fuck your daddy.”

  “He tried a case and lost. It happens all the time.”

  “It was a little more complicated than that, but I’m in no mood to discuss him. You’re here to do a job for me. If you’re not up to what I need from you, then be on your way. Go cry to your daddy if that’s what you want because I sure as hell won’t even consider dropping the charges against him.”