Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel

by Rebel Wild

  “Oh, um,” Sydney says, looking at me wide-eyed over her shoulder.

  “I better go with them,” Aunt Rosemary says, looking in the direction of her son.

  “I think you’d better,” Mom tells her before guiding me into her study. I take a seat in the chair in front of her desk while she closes the door. “Sydney seems very nice,” she tells me.

  “She is and if you’re trying to make this into a thing, don’t.”

  “It clearly is a thing,” she says, sitting down. “I saw the collar, so don’t tell me this isn’t a thing. Is she your sex slave?”

  “Mom, come on. I’m not going to discuss my sex life with you.”

  “I’ve been through this with your father. I had to put up with his sexual… eccentricities. I don’t want history to repeat itself with you.”

  “It won’t.”

  “I should have protected you and your brother. I should have shielded you from what your father was doing to all those girls. You’ll never have healthy relationships because of me.” She shakes her head, tilting it back to keep the tears that are welling in her eyes from falling.

  “No one is blaming you for what Dad did.”

  I get the box of tissues from her bookcase and offer her one. She takes it and dabs at the corners of her eyes.

  “I blame me. I should have left him when I first found out. I tried, but I loved him, God help me. Everything I am is because of him. He gave me my career, my life, my children. I just couldn’t leave him, no matter how depraved he was. I sacrificed the two of you and now look at you. Your brother’s picked up his drug habit and you—”

  “I’m nothing like Dad.”

  “You both have so many unresolved issues with your father. The son of a bitch died before anyone could hold his feet to the fire for the pain he caused.”

  “Maybe he’s suffering for it now, wherever he is.”

  “You need to talk to someone, Tristan.”

  “I am. I have been for months, you know that.”

  “Are you hurting that girl?”

  “Believe me, Mom, I’m not doing anything she doesn’t want me to do.”

  “Because if you are, I can’t protect you.”

  “What’s happening between us is nothing like what Dad did to those girls. I promise you.”

  She smiles and nods her head. At least, she half believes the lie I’m telling her.

  “She seems like a nice girl,” she says.

  “Very much so.”

  “I’m happy for you.”

  I just couldn’t help but laugh at Tyler. Mr. Garrett almost yanked my arm off when he caught him pretending to check me out. I knew he was playing around because judging by that blonde bombshell that just left, I am nowhere near his type.

  Finally rescuing me from him trying to get me drunk, Mr. Garrett took me for a walk around the grounds before dinner. We now stand on the patio just off the kitchen.

  “Your family is so nice,” I tell him. “They think we’re in love. I hate lying to them.”

  “I know. It’ll be over soon.”

  “They have no idea about your lifestyle, do they?”

  “Mom has her suspicions, but that’s all they are,” he tells me, tipping my chin up. “And I plan to keep it that way.”

  He kisses me but pulls back when we hear a gasp. We see Beverly standing behind us, looking at what I’m sure she mistook as a loving gesture between her son and his girlfriend.

  “Dinner’s ready,” she tells us, grinning much like Tyler did when I first saw him at the door. You’d think he’s never had a girlfriend before.

  A woman who I’m guessing is the cook, serves us our meal and we eat in comfortable silence. My nerves have finally settled down and Tristan even seems more relaxed.

  “So, Sydney,” Rosemary, as she insists I call her, says to me. “Beverly tells us that you and Tristan met through a friend.”

  “A few years ago,” I tell her, as Tristan stares at me, knowing I’m uncomfortable with the lying. “We’d lost touch, but he just happened to run into me one day, asked me out and here we are.” I smile as I sip my red wine. That’s pretty close to the truth.

  “And bless your heart, you said yes,” Tyler teases. “Sydney, really, what do you see in my cousin?”

  I laugh, but then when all eyes fall on me, I know they are waiting for an answer. I look at Tristan and I can see how upsetting the question is to him. Maybe he thinks I don’t have an answer, but I do. I see the one thing he tries hard to hide, the one thing I can always see in his eyes.

  “He has a beautiful heart,” I tell Tyler and Tristan frowns in response.

  “Yes, he does,” Beverly whispers, giving me a soft smile.

  “We’ll just have to take your word for it, Sydney,” Joe says.

  “Sounds like the love bug has bitten you two,” Rosemary chimes in.

  “Truly,” Tristan agrees and I nearly choke on my wine.

  He grins, lightly patting me on my back. He’s enjoying this a little too much. He leans in to kiss me and I see his mother watching me like a hawk. I lean in, kissing him back until he tries to ram his tongue down my throat. I pull away, pretending to choke again.

  “Sydney and I must be going,” Tristan says, getting up to leave. He pulls my chair out so I can stand.

  “Already?” Beverly asks. “We haven’t even had dessert.”

  “I have an early morning meeting,” he tells them. “Joe, you stay and enjoy yourself. I can drive us back.”

  Joe tosses him the keys and I wait while he says his goodbyes to his aunt and then his cousin, who makes it clear he thinks the reason for our hasty departure is sex related. I have a feeling he doesn’t know how right he is.

  We ride back in silence with his hands gripping the steering wheel. He pulls me out of the SUV, dragging me through the door and into the foyer.

  “Tristan? I mean, sir, what’s wrong.”

  Before the doors can even close completely, he has me pressed up against the wall as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me hard on the mouth. He takes my wrists and holds them above my head in a vice-like grip with one hand while the other inches between my thighs.

  “Why did you say that?” he asks me as I gasp for air at him suddenly ripping his lips from mine.

  “Sir?”

  “That I have a beautiful heart.”

  “Because it’s true.”

  “I don’t have a heart.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “You’re back to fighting me,” he says.

  “I’m not. I just don’t agree with you.”

  He takes a step back to look at me.

  “This damn dress has been driving me crazy all fucking night. Why did you pick white?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “It’s so pure, so perfect,” he says. Letting my hands go, he grabs the top of my dress and rips it away from me with a jolt. My tits spring free and with nothing to keep them warm, my nipples harden. I look around like a trapped animal as he watches me, unzipping his pants. “No fighting this time,” he demands as he rips my panties off.

  I gasp loudly when he enters me. He yanks my legs up and wraps them around his hips. I try to steady myself by holding on to the wall behind me, but the palms of my hands keep slipping.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck. Don’t move them.” He grabs on to my hips, holding me up as I place my arms around him. “Aw, fuck.” He moans as he slams into me. I feel my orgasm building and it threatens to overtake me. “Not yet,” he growls at me. I try to hold on, closing my eyes tight to try to stop my orgasm, but I don’t think I can hold out much longer. He grips my hips tighter as he pumps faster. “Now,” he tells me and I let go, coming so forcefully that my body shakes. “Aw, fuck,” he says as he comes deep inside me. I loosen my grip around his neck but keep
my hands in place as he lowers one of my legs, then the other. He rests his forehead on mine as we come down from our high.

  When I can breathe normally again, I let go of him. I smooth what’s left of my dress back down, holding it closed with one hand while I use the other to comb my fingers through my hair.

  “Don’t bother fixing yourself,” he says. “I’m nowhere near done with you. Playroom,” he orders, as he gives me a chaste kiss to make up for the one I denied him earlier. “Now.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mr. Garrett comes in the playroom a moment after I do and takes off what’s left of my clothes and puts on the collar with the ring in the center. He has me kneel by the leather sofa. I keep my head down and remain perfectly still as he moves around the room in his dark gray dress slacks and bare feet before he slips off his pants and sits down.

  “Since you didn’t want my tongue in your mouth, maybe you’d prefer something else,” he says, sitting before me with his hugely hard dick out. “I need to see those lips wrapped around me.” He runs his thumb over the pink lipstick I’m wearing, smearing it. I’m still staring at him, not sure of exactly how to proceed. “I forget just how inexperienced you are. You’re about to go to college. Every college girl should know how to suck cock,” he says, amused at my expense.

  I wonder how he’d feel if his sub actually went around sucking off college guys.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’m not sure how he’ll respond to a virgin mouth.” He strokes himself. “My cock is very particular in how he likes to be sucked. You need to know what you’re doing.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I know his tactics now. He’s trying to get a reaction out of me and it’s working. I want to tell his “cock” to go suck itself, but he’s in a spanking mood and I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of punishing me. And why is he talking about it like it’s a person?

  “I suppose if your pussy is any indication, he’ll be quite pleased with you,” he says stroking himself close to my mouth. He tilts his head to the side as he regards me. “Put your hands on my thighs.” I do as he says, placing the palms of both hands on the tops of his thighs. “Tap me with your fingers if it’s too much. Think of it as a safeword.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He smacks my lips with his tip and sucks in a quick breath when I open my mouth to let him in. I get ready for the disgust and quite possibly vomit that I think is coming when I get a taste of it, but it’s not as gross as I thought it was going to be. I can taste a hint of salt mixed with the taste of his flesh and imagine it’s a salted lollipop. Thank God it doesn’t have a bad odor to it.

  I only suck the tip. He’s too big to fit in my mouth without me choking and he just keeps getting bigger the more I suck. He moans and I take it to mean I must be doing it right, so I try to push a little more of him in. Big mistake.

  “More,” he orders. His voice is huskier than I’ve ever heard it, and I open my mouth wider to try and get him in. “I want that lipstick all over him.”

  I get midway when he grabs the back of my head and pushes me down on him. I panic when he hits the back of my throat. I’m choking on him and I can feel my stomach bubbling up to make me puke. I’m gagging so much it’s making my eyes water. I’m a second away from tapping him.

  “Just relax your throat and swallow like it’s a pill,” he tells me. I do as he says and I know exactly what he means, so I swallow without closing my throat. It works, that gagging stops and I’m able to get half of him in my mouth. “Better?”

  “Mm-hm,” I mumble with my mouth chock full of cock.

  “Mmm, that’s right. It’s all very natural.” He soothes me down. “Aw, fuck yes, keep going.”

  I suck harder with him encouraging me. His fingers are threaded through my hair massaging my scalp and I absentmindedly dig my fingernails into his thighs. I pull him out and suck him in again a few times. My head is bobbing up and down like crazy. I know my goal is to make him come, and I wish he’d go ahead and do it. My jaw is getting tired and it’s starting to hurt.

  “Fuck,” he groans when I suck harder to try to hurry him up. He’s pumping himself into my mouth, forcing me to take more of him in and I nearly gag again. “Let me see you slide those lips over him, Foxy.” I latch my lips around him and suck hard as I pull. “Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

  He grabs me by my face and his dick falls out of my mouth as he tips my head up to look at him. He kisses me, thrusting his tongue deep in my mouth.

  “Mmm,” I moan.

  Once he’s had enough of kissing me, he guides me back down and I slide my lips over his dick again.

  “You like fucking me with that pretty little mouth of yours, Foxy?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  I taste what I think is the beginning of his orgasm so I go as hard as I can, puckering up my mouth, sucking him in and out until my jaw muscles feel like they’re on fire.

  “Shit,” he grunts as his sperm squirts into my mouth. I try to move away to stop it all from going in, but he holds my head in place. “Swallow,” he breathes out, still coming.

  He’s not giving me a choice in the matter, so I do as I’m told.

  Don’t throw it up, Sydney, do not throw it up!

  Those are my only thoughts as I get my first real taste of cum. I’m trying not to psych myself out about having some guy’s freshly squeezed dick juice in my mouth. It’s not that bad, just a little thick, but at least it’s not slimy. I swallow it down with ease once I get over the fact that it’s sperm.

  “Jesus.” He exhales as he falls back on the couch. “You and that mouth almost fucking killed me. Fuck, did you leave any skin on him?” He looks down at it to see.

  It has all its skin, but it looks like a wet noodle with sperm still oozing out of it. I try not to smirk at the literal loss of his cockiness. I feel his thigh muscles tighten under my hands when he sits back up, so I quickly remove them. I gasp at the sight of his blood trickling out of the holes my fingernails left.

  “I’m so sorry,” I tell him.

  The concern I feel about hurting him has made me drop all pretense of submission. I gently wipe the blood away with my hands, trying to inspect the damage before getting up to search for some antibiotic ointment to put on him. There must be something like that around here somewhere.

  “It’s fine,” he says, pulling me back down in position. He grabs hold of my chin to make me look at him like he always does when I’m upset. “I rather enjoyed it.” I frown at his words, but before I can give the look a voice, he kisses me. “You deserve to be rewarded for that performance.”

  My eyes, still closed from relishing in his kiss, open to see the most dazzling shade of very dark brown, almost black eyes staring back at me. I recognize what that look means immediately. He’s sated and playful. The thought of what he plans to do to reward me goes right between my legs. Taking my hand, he helps me to stand and leads me over to the bed.

  “You are beautiful,” he says as we stand facing each other, my back toward the bed. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, do you?” I give a small shake of my head. He runs his hand up my arm. “You’re always so warm,” he continues, running the tips of his fingers along my shoulders down to the small of my back, “so soft.” My skin tingles from his touch and the feeling manages to make its way between my legs. I catch my breath when he sucks my nipple. “Mmm and so responsive. Do you want to come, beautiful Foxy?” he mumbles with my tit still in his mouth.

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper.

  “Do you want me to fuck it out of you?”

  “Yes, sir.” I moan when he flicks my nipple with his tongue. The feel of his warm mouth on me is making every inch of me tingle.

  “I won’t tie you up,” he says, pushing me back against the bed as he climbs on top of me, capturing my mouth with his before I have time to re
act.

  I’ve never liked kissing before, but I love him kissing me. There is nothing like his kiss. I get completely lost in it. When he moves to get up again, my mouth greedily chases him and I instinctively grab on to his hips, using them to help me rise with him. He pushes me roughly back down to the bed again and his mouth finds mine once more, causing me to moan.

  “Keep still,” he warns. “If you move without permission once, I’ll never leave you unrestrained again.”

  My mouth opens to catch my breath again. I nod my head and he growls at the hated gesture before taking advantage of my open mouth and kissing me again. He gets up and my body is left to feel the chill from his not warming me.

  “I truly hate covering these beautiful eyes of yours, but it’s necessary right now,” he tells me of the blindfold in his hands. I hate it when he covers my eyes too. In no way is it a hard limit, but I just feel disconnected from him when I can’t see his eyes. He slips the dark cloth on and I can’t see a thing. “Open your legs,” he orders me. He connects what I think is the leash to my collar and pulls it to position my head where he wants.

  I jerk a little off the bed when I feel the cold of leather straps spread across my skin. Right before he lifts it away, I realize it’s a flogger. He brings it down, slapping it across my chest. I gasp when it hits my sensitive nipples, arching my back as the leathered straps come down on my chest repeatedly. I squirm a little, not being able to stop myself when I feel the straps hit my clit.

  “Mmm,” he says when the leather smacking me, makes me even wetter. He hits my spot until I’m a second away from coming. I hear the handle hit the floor right where he drops it. He pulls on the collar, lifting my head. I feel the tip of him at my lips and I open my mouth to take in more of him. He is rock-hard once again. “Now, do you see how hard you make me?” He asks as he pulls out of me and moves away.

  “Yes, sir.” I nearly come off the bed when his tongue runs along my clit. He sucks it and I can barely stand how good it feels. My body is alive with anticipation when I feel him crawl on top of me. He kisses my neck, releasing the leash with a clatter to the floor before kissing my cheek and finally my lips. “Mmm,” I moan in his mouth.