Page 7 of Daddy's Baby Girl

“What for? I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, sweetheart. There’s no way I’m shrouding it in darkness.”

“I’m… I’m not a big fan of my body when I’m naked.”

Garett tilts his head, his brow furrowed. “You really have a busted mirror in your apartment, don’t you?”

“Pardon?”

“You always make these comments about your body, and I don’t know why. As far as I know, your vision is fine, and you’re a highly intelligent girl. I figure when you see your reflection, you realize how attractive you are. But you believe something completely fabricated about yourself.”

My hands instinctively reach for my stomach, but Garett grabs my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. His weight presses down on me, his body hovering over mine. “We will not be turning off any lights, now or ever. I’m going to feast on your body. Touch, taste, sound. Every inch of you is perfect.” He holds my wrists with one hand as the other glides down my body, landing on my stomach.

I open my mouth to argue, but Garett’s stern glare silences me before I utter a word. Flinching, I turn away as he grabs my stomach.

“Eyes on me, baby girl. I want you to see how hot I find every fuckin’ inch of you.”

My gaze flickers back to Garett, a tight knot forming in my stomach as I follow his command.

Lust burns in his eyes as he steps between my open legs and presses his erection against my center. “Does this feel like I don’t like what I see? Can’t you feel how hard you’ve made me?”

When I don’t respond immediately, Garett playfully slaps my pussy. “When I ask you a question, baby girl, I expect an answer.”

“Yes,” I pant.

Garett smiles as he brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “Good girl.” He pulls back and stares into my eyes again as he moves his hand from my stomach to my pussy. My hips lift, and I squirm as he spreads my pussy lips, brushing a finger against my clit. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He glides one thick finger deep into my pussy. “Does calling me Daddy make you feel dirty? Does it make your sweet pussy wet knowing that you’re fucking a father figure?”

My heart lunges in my throat. I have some peculiar tastes, and I’m not sure how Garett will take them. As much as I long for him to do all the filthy things in my fantasies, I don’t want him so freaked out that he’ll never touch me again.

“Is it okay that I call you Daddy?” I ask meekly.

“You can call me anything you want, baby girl.”

“Old man?”

Garett’s lips turn up before his hand comes down on my exposed pussy with a slap. “You little brat.”

I raise my hips, and my breathing becomes ragged. I’m shocked at how much I like his heavy-handed assault on the most sensitive part of my body.

“You like that, baby girl?” Garett doesn’t wait for me to answer before he smacks me again, this time a little more forcefully. “If you aren’t careful, pet, you’re going to have a sore cunt.”

Garett’s blue eyes sparkle with mischief as his gaze takes in the slow rise and fall of my chest. I instantly experience a pang of abandonment. I know I shouldn’t feel rejected, but a part of me still thinks all this is a mirage, that Garett will snap out of his lust-filled haze and tell me it’s a mistake. He crosses his arms over his sculpted chest as he scrutinizes my naked form. Has he noticed all my flaws?

Feeling humiliated, I scamper to jump off the table, but Garett halts my attempt with one large hand on my stomach.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?”

I don’t know what to say. My tongue is twisted, and my words are trapped in my throat. My expression must reveal the evidence of my struggle because Garett’s brows scrunch up in concern.

“What’s the matter, Winter?”

“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

“Changed my mind?”

“You know, about being with me.”

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