Forcing Daddy to Breed Me

I’m staying the summer with my Daddy and trying to forget the stress of college. Daddy’s been letting me play at being in control. It sure is fun to have a daddy puppet.

Daddy’s going to regret giving me control. I might never give it back.

This is book 13 in a continuing series between a father and daughter. They are taboo age-play romantic quickies that lead to an eventual filthy HEA at the end of the series. 

Word count: 3800. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

This summer before college starts again, my dad has been letting me play with being in control, I decide we’re going to make a day of it. When I get out of bed, I slip on panties and a crop top shirt. The house rules say no panties, but that’s his rule. I’m in control today and I say I get to wear panties. If he’s a good Daddy today, I might let him come in my p*ssy later.

It’s still undecided.

I find him in the kitchen, eating a bowl of yucky bran cereal. He stops eating and eyes me as I get a bowl out and my special box of cereal. He stays silent while I get the milk from the bottom shelf in the fridge and wiggle my panty-covered ass at him while I bend over.

By the time I sit down across from him with my food, he’s clearly amused. “So what’s this about, Rose?”

“I’m in charge today.” I give him a wide smile.

He chuckles and picks up his spoon. “You do realize I have a choice in the matter, right?”

I grin at him again and take a bite of my cereal. “Of course, but you’re going to choose to let me do whatever I want today.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you?”

He’s quiet for a moment, then he sighs and starts eating again. “I guess I am. What do you want to do first?”

I really don’t have a plan beyond telling him I’m in control. I look at him with my best innocent expression. “Hmm, that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

He holds in a smile. “Yes, Little Miss.”

A buzz in my brain makes me focus all my attention on him. Damn straight, I’m his Little Miss today. I give him a pointed look. “Now eat your cereal. You’re going to need your strength.”

Daddy looks like he wants to stay something, but starts eating his cereal.

I smirk at him. “Good Daddy. Once we’re done with breakfast, we can get started.”