Page 6 of Daddy's Addiction

“Daddy?”

My eyes snap up toward hers, and my cock pulsates in my pants, forcing me to grip the counter with both hands again just to stop myself from lunging forward and taking her here and now on the counter.

I choke out my words. “What did you just call me?”

“Daddy.” She smirks. “That’s who you are, right, my daddy?”

Forcing past the uncomfortable lump in my throat, I clear it and lean over the counter, forcing her confident bravado to lean back away from me. “Don’t call me that.” I keep my voice dark, deep and full of threat as I stare unwavering into her eyes.

Where I expected her to back down, to show me fear and compliance, I find none. No, the little minx tips her lip up at the side and continues to eat her cereal like she didn’t make me almost come in my pants at how she addressed me.

“I want my room changed.” She places another spoonful of cereal in her mouth, and I watch the motion, entranced by her tongue flicking out, and am jealous of the drop of milk she seizes and draws back into her small mouth. Fuck, my cum would look sensational pumping out of her lips and down toward those plush tits.

“You clearly thought I was a child.” She smiles now and holds her head high while pointing the spoon in my direction. “As you can see. I’m not.”

My gaze once again roams over her body. She’s not a fucking child; she’s anything but.

Mentally chastising myself, I quickly snap my gaze back up to hers and refuse to glance down toward her sensational tits. “What’s wrong with your room?”

Her nose scrunches, making her look adorable.Since when the fuck do I consider someone adorable?

Her eyebrows shoot up, and her mouth falls open in horror. “Have you seen it?”

“No.”

She blows out a deep breath I feel all the way to my balls. I wonder what it would feel like having that pouty little mouth around them? Her heavy pants against me while I fill her naughty mouth and make her cry while I stuff her. I smirk at the thought. That would show her who’s in charge. Her fucking daddy!

“It’s hideous. Who decorated it?”

My mind tries to play catch-up with what she’s saying as I tell myself not to consider her mouth anywhere near my balls.

“My father’s secretary.”

“She needs to be informed that I’m eighteen, not eight,” she spits while eating her cereal, causing bits to fall from her mouth.Did nobody teach her not to speak with her mouth full?

“No. Actually, they didn’t. My real dad is dead, and my mom is too. But you know that already, don’t you, Daddy?”

I hadn’t realized I said the words out loud. I ignore her calling me Daddy. Something tells me she’s having far too much fun addressing me with the term and is using it more as a form of punishment than an endearment.

“You need to wear more clothes around the house, Jade.” Her name rolls off my tongue as smooth as butter and as sweet as honey.

She rolls back slightly in her chair, feigning shock. “So do you.” She counters with a flick of her spoon in my direction. I glance down at my bare chest. It wasn’t intentional to walk around in just my jeans this morning, though I do not do it regularly, so maybe it was. “Maybe I should go bare-chested like you?” She smiles cunningly.

A low growl emits from me, and I lean over the counter, and she slinks farther back. “Put some fucking clothes on before I fucking force you.”

“Make me!” She glares at me with fire in her eyes.

The thought of punishing her disrespect has my balls drawing up. Anger boils inside me at my reaction toward her. How has my body become so desperate for her, and she hasn’t even been here twenty-four hours yet?

I lean over the counter, narrowing my eyes, and give in to the darkness inside of me. “Get. Some. Fucking. Clothes. On. Before. I. Spank. You. So. Fucking. Hard. You. Won’t. Sit. Down. For. A. Fucking. Week!”

She shudders at the deep tone of my voice, the menace behind it emphasizing the promise of my words. I smile with pride at her shocked response. The way her shoulders slump, her smooth skin pales, and her lip trembles. Fuck, I like her scared and fragile. Easy for me to break and pleasurable to piece back together.

Silently, she slides off the chair, and I’m torn between being relieved or disappointed at her leaving.

For the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel something other than the mundane emptiness I normally feel.

I feel alive.

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