Taking Charge of Daddy

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 and I might have pushed Daddy too far by trying to edge him. Now he’s going to show me who really is in charge by taking what’s his. And I’m going to let him have whatever he wants because I’m his toy.

This is book 14 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.
All characters in this story are 18+.

Excerpt

After lunch, I make my dad watch a romantic comedy movie with me while he massages my feet. I’m feeling relaxed and in charge. Daddy keeps glancing at me during the movie, and he’s hard under his shorts.

Mmmm, I like that. He’s being a good Daddy and not trying anything. I’m still in charge and I get to choose what we do and when we do it.

Having a Daddy puppet is so amazing, I might not even let him take control back ever. He can go to work, and then come home and service me all night. Things might get tricky when college starts again, but we’ll still have weekends together.

But that’s the future and I can worry about it later. Right now, I need him inside me.

When the movie is over, I turn to him with a cutesy voice, “So…”

He lifts an eyebrow. “So?”

God, he’s sexy. I should have f*cked older guys ages ago, but the universe was probably making me save myself for my father. He’s shirtless and I admire his muscular shoulders while my pu$$y buzzes. Mmm, yeah, I want him. But what can I do to make him understand I’m in control other than just ride him and take him hard?

Hell, I can do that whenever I want. He’s MY f*cktoy.

“Daddy.” My voice is sharp and the strange sense of power wells up inside that I always feel whenever I tell him what to do.

“Yes, Little Miss?”

He’s keeping a straight face, but his eyes are twinkling and I can tell he thinks he’s indulging me. Why does he have to be difficult?

I sigh dramatically. “Do you know what time it is?”

If he tells me the actual time on the clock, I might smack him.

“Is it time for Little Miss to take a bath?”

What’s this? No, I’m not motherfucking taking a bath unless he’s in it with me and I’m riding him. Hmm, wait… that actually doesn’t sound bad. I open my mouth to tell him it IS bath time, but a tiny smirk on his face stops me.