Problem For Daddy: Please Me, Daddy: Book 6

by Brooks, B. L.

  She has no guidance in life; no one controlling her the way she needs to be controlled. I guess you could say Derek has attempted to gain control, although, his tactics aren’t necessarily what I would call effective. I’m the man that’s here for her, teaching her what it means to be an adult— to be a woman.

  “I’m set on proving my father wrong so if this is what it takes, then I’m here for it. I’m going to show him,” Liza states, folding her arms up as her attention remains out the window.

  She’s determined, and I’m expecting her to prove her father wrong. If she doesn’t go back, not only does she win, but I do too.

  “I’m sure you will, little one. I’m sure you will.”

  3

  LIZA

  I’m not dumb. I see the way he looks at me as he makes no effort to hide his stare. I’m not naïve either; I do have some experience with men, well, I would hardly call them men; boys sounds more fitting. This isn’t the first time I’ve received this type of attention from a male, but not as strong as Bruno is coming on. I’ve had the chance to be intimate with a man, I just never let it get to the point of sex.

  We arrive at Bruno’s, and I can’t help but feel nervous now that we’re here. I can’t believe I’m staying with this stranger for who knows how long, knowing how my father is. I bite down on my lip as we walk through the front door, noticing just how warm this place is to my surprise. Everything is perfectly put in place, not an item out of sort as I had expected when we first pulled in.

  There’s a beautiful design to the walls, adding to the cozy interior that’s well suited for comfort here. A marble dining table is paired with the kitchen theme, bringing an elegant feel to the place.

  I can’t help but notice there’s no maid around. Maybe she’s off in the evening?

  “Is it just the two of us here?” As the question slips out, I feel my nipples grow hard as I get the feeling it is just us here... shit, why does he have to be this attractive? Why couldn’t my father’s client tonight look like every other client of his that I’ve run into; overweight, a smoker, and highly creepy.

  “Why, what’s on your mind?” I hear the words slip comfortably from his lips and I feel myself blush, feeling as if he’s insinuating something… but that’s not exactly why I had asked.

  I roll my eyes but keep silent to his question. He couldn’t manage to answer my question so why should I bother to do so back.

  “Alright, so are you ready to go over your daily chores now that you’re living with me?” He smirks, and begins walking toward the kitchen as if my answer isn’t of any concern to him. I roll my eyes at his back and quickly follow behind, letting him lead the way.

  The feel of the kitchen makes me even more comfortable; it’s quite similar to my kitchen at home. There’s a thick, wooden breakfast bar in the middle of the room, plus a dishwasher tucked in the counter with a double sink supported on top. I don’t see the pots and pans at a quick glance; I’m sure they’ll be easy to find. It’s not like I’ll be doing any cooking anyhow. I barely have made a bowl of cereal, let alone a full-course meal.

  “You’re to cook dinner every night.”

  At the sound of those words, my eyes grow wide. How is he reading my thoughts? How does he not know what kind of girl he brought home?

  “I-I don’t know how to cook,” I stutter, toying with my thumbs in a circular motion as I begin to feel nervous that I may be a disappointment. But why should I care anyhow?

  “Well, you will certainly need to learn.” He states as if I have no room to argue. I remind myself of our talk in the car earlier. Now’s probably not the time to combat his silly requests.

  I manage to nod my head in response, and he gives me a firm, almost satisfied look before turning to show me the organization of the room, and showing me the pots and pans. I guess I do need to know where these bad boys are considering how I’m a cook now too.

  I’m really not sure how this will all play out.

  “Dishes are washed and put away after dinner each night. There’s no excuse as to why a dish goes uncleaned, especially overnight. After you have completed the cleanup portion, I will have you bring me up a cup of tea to my bedroom.” He tells me, and I feel myself now growing hotter for him as I think of being in this man’s bedroom. Get it together, Liza. This guy is the worst, that’s clear. I shouldn’t feel so much as a glimpse of lust for him, but yet, I think I do…

  “You drink tea?” I ask. I definitely didn’t peg a man of his statue to drink tea before bed.

  “You heard correctly, with two spoonfuls of whiskey,” he orders, straight face as can be.

  Fine. I’m prepared to do whatever it takes just so long as it means I get to be away from home.

  “I will take my massage every night before bed. In fact, I’ve hired a masseur, but since you have no income funneling your way from your father, it seems you’ll work for your pay here, and to my service.” He points out.

  The thought of giving him a massage wallows in my mind. The way he’s looking at me, that silly grin on his face; I can tell he’s enjoying every second of this.

  “I don’t know if my father would be too fond of that.” I shake my head, biting back down my lip.

  Why did I feel the need to bring my father up? It’s not like he would know anyway and plus, I kind of want to feel him. I’ve never been so close to someone of his size or age, but hey, why does that matter? It’s not like anything will come from this, right?

  “What your father doesn’t know, surely won’t kill him.” He winks at me, and I feel the heat rising in my face.

  I’m looking for any out from this conversation.

  “So, what’s on the menu tonight? I need time to prep dinner considering this is my first time, uh, cooking.” It’s the best I could come up with.

  I can’t get over how handsome Bruno is. He makes me feel uncomfortable under his stare and I don’t know why. I’m sure he’s built like a tank under that suit that’s containing his sculpted muscles popping through his white button-down. Just wait and see, I won’t be running back to my father. Not today, and sure as hell not anytime in the foreseeable future. I may just get used to this new arrangement.

  “I think we should start with something simple,” he answers. “We’ll do spaghetti for dinner tonight. I’m going to have to cook the meat since I don’t believe it’d be wise for you to try on your first time.” He tells me, walking over to the fridge.

  I remain glued in my spot. I don’t know where to begin.

  “Did I stutter? Get the pan, and get started.” He orders with not a hint of a smile.

  Damn, impatient are we?

  I quickly follow to do as he says. I never even hurry for my father, but this is different on so many levels. It’s like I feel a need to please this man.

  I turn on the stove, at least I can do that much without direction. I’m not an idiot as my father so hastily would like to think.

  “Water is a key step here,” Bruno says, looking over to the empty pot I placed on the stovetop, which I just now realized is empty. I feel my face blush yet again.

  “You’re eighteen, and you don’t know how to cook?” He questions, very well knowing the answer considering I just enlightened him.

  “My mother never cooked so who the hell was there to teach me? We always had a maid around to handle that,” I snip, rolling my eyes at his judgment. It’s hard to contain my attitude around him when he’s bringing it out in me.

  He chuckles at me as if he finds enjoyment from my reasoning. It’s the truth though. My mother wouldn’t even pour her own glass of wine, let alone cook a full meal. I guess I could have spent time with our maid all this time to learn a few tricks, but now, I have Bruno to teach me a thing or two. I can tell he’s having a good time with this anyhow.

  It only takes me a few minutes to get the hang of what I’m doing. I make sure to keep an eye on the noodles along with the sauce, while Bruno takes care of the hamburger. The last thing I need on my first n
ight here is to mess this all up.

  Bruno combines the burger meat with the sauce, and I stir it with the noodles in the pot as dinner comes to a whole.

  “Done. Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He teases me as he goes to set the pot on the kitchen table.

  “I guess,” I murmur, very well knowing he’s right.

  4

  BRUNO

  I watch as she eats her food so delicately, taking dainty bites; I was done eating in minutes, but here she is, still going. I couldn’t even complain about the meal; she did just fine for her first go.

  “Tonight, I helped you, but tomorrow, you’re on your own.” I point out. I can see the concern on her face.

  She doesn’t like the idea of cooking, or probably cleaning at that.

  Though, without needing me to provide her further instruction, she grabs the dishes from the table and walks them over to the sink to wash. She then moves to wipe down the counters, soaking the pots and pans while doing so.

  She moves back to the sink and begins scrubbing down the pans.

  “One day, you’ll be one lucky man’s wife,” I whisper to her as I step in behind, pushing her lightly against the sink. She immediately jumps back, and her ass presses against my dick as it so badly craves to be inside.

  “I don’t plan to marry. It’s not my thing, considering how well I’ve seen it go in my life. I’ll never be any man’s wife.” She glares up at me over her shoulder, clearly not thrilled with the idea.

  “That’s what you think. Tonight, I think your father would be impressed with how well you’ve managed to learn something new, even if it’s as small as making spaghetti. Now, make sure the floor is swept and mopped before coming upstairs for the night.” I take a look around, noticing the splatters she’s allowed while warming the sauce.

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  I can tell she’s had enough for one night, but that still doesn’t keep me from pushing. “No, I’m not. You recall our talk from earlier, right?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I’m sure she didn’t forget.

  She quietly nods her head, but I can tell she’s not fond of her new duties.

  I reach out and spank her ass without as much as even thinking. Part of me felt like she needed it, but I didn’t really think I would do it, yet, here we are. Just by the touch of her cheek through her thin dress, I can tell she’s missing her panties.

  “Hey!” She cries and jumps back.

  “Hey, what? I should consider spanking you more considering your lack of...,” I let my voice trail off, shaking my head in disapproval as I keep my eyes glued to her ass. I can’t help it. It’s so plump, inviting my touch.

  “It’s just another poor choice I’ve seem to have made,” she comments. She doesn’t seem bothered that she’s strutting around here in this short ass dress with no panties on when my cock over here can’t keep calm.

  “What would your father say if he knew you left the house like this, let alone being around a man like this?”

  Her expression softens. “He wouldn’t like it… he’d be through the roof,” she whispers, looking down as she fidgets with her hands again.

  “Yes, he would, and he’d have every right to. Another bad choice like this will lead you to get fucked by a man. Strutting around with no pair of panties on may just lead you right to it,” I growl at her, taking a step back before I make a move that she doesn’t seem quite ready for.

  “When you’re done with your duties down here, I need you to set my tea. It’s not that hard to figure out as I’m confident in your abilities to handle it. The tea kettle is on the stove— don’t forget the whiskey.” I order, then turn around to head to my room for the night.

  I make my way up the stairs and to my room right off the landing. I can’t stop thinking about that little attitude Liza can’t seem to kick. What makes her father upset, turns me the fuck on. Damn it, I need to wait at least until tomorrow to stir things up, that’s if I even do. I need to keep my ground, keep my distance. This is Derek’s daughter for fuck’s sake, I try to remind myself. But then again, I very well knew my intentions when deciding to bring this little one home with me. I didn’t honestly believe I could control myself after seeing her prance around my house for weeks on end.

  She’s got me hooked, incessantly obsessed to tear that dress off of her and throw her over my knee, giving her ass a harder spank for her forgetfulness. Some bad choices can feel so good, and that’s what I will show her; what I will teach her.

  I rip my clothes off and toss them to the floor. I throw back the blankets on the bed and slide underneath. It’s noticeable how rock hard I am, and I’m not about to try to shield her eyes from what she’s doing to me.

  I hear rowdiness with the dishes downstairs. I’m sure Liza’s overdoing herself out of sheer frustration. I listen to her cursing under her breath as she makes her way up the stairs, balancing my tea in hand as I hear the glass clatter with every step.

  “It has your whiskey in it, don’t worry.” She glares at me as she opens the door, then dropping her eyes down to the heap of clothes beside my bed.

  “You can’t take care of anything, can you?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

  “No, I have you for that.” I grin at her, noticing the red tint to her cheeks; she’s upset.

  “Don’t you want to be my friend?” She shoots at me.

  “You could say that, well, in some fashion, I do. I more so want you to stop being a brat and learn to take care of yourself. It may seem contradicting given my requests, but it’s time you see the perspective from the other side.”

  She bats her eyes at me before rolling them. “Here.” She steps forward to hand me my cup of tea.

  I grab it from her tray, take a sip, and set it gently down on the bedside stand. She didn’t do too bad with this.

  “Well?” I ask her as she stands by the bed when she should know what’s expected.

  “Well, what?”

  “You’re getting paid to be my masseuse, and I pay quite well so long as it’s good.” I wink at her, waiting for her next move.

  Her expression tells it all. She wants to give up. She’s annoyed by my antics. Maybe she’ll throw in the towel tonight.

  “You’re going to have to juggle this unless you already want to crawl back home to live under your father’s roof? I will show you the pleasures of life, but the hard work comes attached as well, little one.”

  “This is hardly a pleasure,” she mutters, and just then, I lower the sheet and slowly roll over.

  Liza’s eyes shift to my cock, widening as she gets a look before I’m fully turned onto my front, ready for my massage now. I can’t help but smirk. The best is yet to come, little one.

  5

  LIZA

  He’s doing this on purpose, I know it. It’s like he wants me to give up already and run back home to my father. I’m going to show them both I’m an adult; I’m capable of doing whatever a grown woman can do without the help of my father. I don’t need to be dependent on him by any means.

  I rest on the edge of the bed, bringing my hands up to Bruno’s shoulders as I begin to rub his muscles, kneading them as he moans out from my touch. I must be doing something right here.

  He has no idea what his moans are doing to me… I can only imagine what this man can do with a body as his. I feel myself growing wet as I keep massaging his shoulders, now moving down along his back. All I can think of is his handprint smacked on my ass from earlier. Ugh, I don’t even want to admit to myself how the pain and pleasure turned me on within an instant. It shouldn’t be this easy for him.

  “You’ll make for a great masseuse these next few weeks,” he groans at me as I continue digging into his muscles. Good, he’s pleased. At least this is something I seem to be adequate at for this man.

  I work my fingers down his warm, smooth back and stopping at the brim of the sheet, then working my way back up to his shoulders.

  My fingers are tired, my hands are tired… in fact, I’m tir
ed. I’ve done more here at Bruno’s house than I’ve ever done at my father’s. If my father were to be a fly on the wall, I’m sure he wouldn’t believe his eyes.

  “What?” I ask, as I notice the grin smacked on his face as it rests against the pillow. I want to slap him for making me feel this way, all horny and stressed. I’ve never felt so turned on by the smallest touch.

  “I can see the fire in your eyes. You’re determined not to go home, that’s clear.”

  How does he know?

  He then rolls over and brings his eyes up to mine. I can’t keep my focus on him as I notice the hard rod poking through the sheet out the corner of my eye.

  “You can massage that if you want to. I mean, it’s hard enough to massage.” He winks at me, watching my reaction as I can’t help but look at his cock sticking out. I don’t move as much as a finger towards it. I’ve never seen one in person... where do I even start?

  “These are the finer things of life you’ll get to enjoy when you’re a grown woman. Sometimes, it’s a good choice, and sometimes, not so good.” He shrugs, keeping his eyes focused on me.

  I don’t know what to say to him! What the hell am I supposed to say to that?

  “You don’t have to, but sooner or later you’re going to be faced with the same dilemma, maybe just not in giving a massage. Nonetheless, when you turn a man on without going all in, a man can get mad that you’re teasing him in the first place,” he says, a smirk present on his face. I can tell he’s teasing, but still, I’m over it. I haven’t done anything to tease him, so what the hell is he talking about?

  “I didn’t turn you on,” I tell him, crossing my arms.

  “You did, though. Long before you came upstairs, it started the second you decided not to put on any panties this morning. Now, this is a choice you’re going to have to make. You are a grown woman, I mean, that’s if you want to be one.” He continues his teasing. He’s pushing me closer to giving him what he wants; to give up and go home.