Dear Diary – Love, Daddy Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
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“What?” I reach for his wrist, pulling his hand forward trying to get him to touch me.

“Who does this belong to?” His tone is stern, as he keeps his fingers an inch from my aching pussy.

I let go and he rests his hands over his chest entwining his fingers. Today he’s wearing a deep royal blue tie with tiny white dots and his black suit. He looks like a billionaire lumberjack hit man.

“It belongs to you.”

“And who decides when it gets to play?”

“You do. Sorry, Daddy.”

His eyes lighten, and I want to know that he is the one in control, that I can trust him to always know what’s right. I know sometimes I push to test him, to make sure he’ll always be consistent with me.

“I love you, baby girl, but you have much to learn.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He sits up. “Spread those legs wider, hold your skirt up.” A thrill rushes through me as I do what he asks. But, instead of him kissing me, fingering me, he brings his open hand down hard then back up. Down again in a jolt, smacking my wet open flesh over and over.

“Don’t you dare close your legs.” He orders reading my mind.

Another hard smack and my inner muscles coil into a knot.

“Oww.” I whine, more dramatic that is probably called for.

“I’ll show you ow little one.”

Another smack, way harder this time. One more and my pussy on fire. He stops, then turns to his computer, tapping a few keys on the keyboard as the flesh between my legs throbs.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Please…can you let me suck your cock, or I’ll bend over and you can fuck me really quick?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Not right now.”

I frown, starting to pout. “But I want you.”

“And I’ve said no. What did I tell you about when I say no?”

“Don’t make you repeat yourself.” I let out a grunt of annoyance, and that’s when his eyes shift catching mine. I squint back with a defiant glare, but the staring contest doesn’t last long and I lower my gaze.

After a moment of silence, he finishes, and I hate the feeling he’s upset with me.

“You need to get back to your work. You’ll have a punishment coming your way later.” Turning back to his screen, he falls silent, a slight frown behind his beard.

I sit there on the desk, pussy aching and my heart hurting, watching his fingers move over the keys.

When he keeps working, ignoring me, I stand and walk toward the office door, the butt plug inside me making me feel just how fucked I probably am.

“Princess,” he says as I open the door, and I turn, hoping beyond hope that he’s changed his mind. “Make me proud.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I answer and close the door behind me as I go.

I’ve been working hard, especially since I got promoted. At first, I wondered if it was just another gift, but everyone around me on my new team has made it clear they’re happy we’re working together.

Back at my new desk in my new office, I work on a project I’ve been given, it’s a branding strategy for an up-and-coming online social media venture Westwood has just landed as a client.

I work, talk with some co-workers, ask for a lot of advice from Beverly who heads our team and is now my official mentor. I have great ideas, but I’m nineteen and my experience in this sort of work environment has me way over my head and I can’t stand the idea of failing.

Disappointing Jack even more.

The day drags on without even a text from him and I’m getting more and more upset that I pushed him like I did. That I broke the rules.

Any punishment he gives will never be as bad as knowing he’s disappointed with me.

By the time the clock strikes five, I’m exhausted but satisfied that I worked hard and did my best as I make my way down through the office building and out the front door, to see Jack standing next to the car door, waiting for me.

Without a word, I slide into the back. As soon as he’s settled beside me, the driver speeds down the road, and I stare out the window, my arms crossed.

We ride in silence, both in the car and in the elevator up to his penthouse. When the doors open and we are inside, he finally speaks.

“Get down on your knees.” His voice is low as he leans into the back of my neck, his breath warm, and I feel his enormous body behind me.

I whirl around, the hours of silence making me defiant. My inner toddler is stomping her feet and overriding my better instincts to do as I’m told. “Maybe I don’t want to.”

“Really?” Jack’s voice is deep but calm.

For a moment, I stand there, but I know there is not a fight here to win so I fall to my knees as ordered.


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