Daddy’s
Game
Daddy’s
Girl Series
Book Two
Normandie
Alleman
Genre: Contemporary BDSM Erotic Romance
Publisher: Stormy Night Publication
Word Count: 62,000
Book Description:
Football
and kink collide when the game’s biggest star convinces a beautiful artist to
play Daddy’s Game.
Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist
Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening.
Carmen soon discovers that Natron is the type of man who sees what he wants and
goes after it… and apparently what he wants is her. Almost before she knows it
Carmen finds herself taking everything Natron gives her and begging for more,
and when he reveals that he wants to be her dominant daddy and her to be his
submissive little girl, she doesn’t hesitate to agree.
At the top of his profession, Natron has
money, fame, and all the perks that go with them, and now at last in Carmen he
has found a woman he wants to share it with. His life feels complete… until in
a split second everything comes crashing down when a devastating injury
threatens to end his season—and maybe his career. Natron fears he will lose it
all, but will he self-destruct or can he dig deep and fight hard for himself,
his teammates, and his little girl?
Publisher’s
Note: Daddy’s Game is the second book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It
incorporates characters from the first book in the series, Daddy Morebucks, but
it is a stand-alone novel. The content of Daddy’s Game includes spankings,
graphic sexual scenes, elements of age play and BDSM, and more. If such
material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt (R) BDSM
With the flip of his
wrist he brought the first strike down on the alabaster skin of her back. The
leather made a soft thudding sound as it made contact with her flesh.
She flinched, but
otherwise seemed intact.
He let fly another
stroke of the whip. And another until he developed a pattern that ran from her
buttocks up her torso, up one side then down the other. The smell of leather
wafted through the air as he pulled his arm back to prepare for the next blow,
and the welcome sound of pleasure rose from her lips.
“You like that,
babygirl?” he crooned.
“I do. It doesn’t really
hurt. More like a little sting, but it feels good.”
“That’s it, baby. Go
with it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He raked the tails
across her backside until her skin began to pinken. At that point he set the
flogger down and stood behind her.
“Now back up a step and
lean over and grab your ankles.”
This flustered her.
“What?” she asked, clearly stalling.
“I’m going to inspect
you.”
“For what?” she asked
leaning over hesitantly.
“My pleasure.”
“I’m not sure I can grab
my ankles. I’m not very flexible.”
“Hmm. You might want to
work on some daily stretches then. But for now grab your legs as low as you can
go.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said and
grabbed her lower calves.
He cupped her sex with
his hand, and he could feel the heat coming from her most intimate region.
Smacking her pussy a few times elicited a small cry from Carmen, and he could
tell it was the first time anyone had ever done that to her.
Breaking in a virgin to
BDSM was an intoxicating experience. No one would need drugs or alcohol when an
experience like this was available. He caressed her ass, her warm globes
feeling heavenly under his touch. When he spread her cheeks to inspect her
asshole, her whole body tensed.
“Relax,” he said.
“That’s easy for you to
say,” she muttered.
He laughed. “The point
is for you to trust me, become comfortable with me exploring your body.”
“It’s embarrassing,” she
whined.
“It shouldn’t be. I want
your body to belong to me. Everything about it is beautiful. Allow me to enjoy
it. Do you think you can do that?”
“I guess so.”
“Did you mean to say
‘Yes, Sir’?” he prodded.
“Yes, Sir,” she said
sounding like a chastised schoolgirl.
“That’s more like it,”
he said spanking her ass before wetting his thumb between his lips then slowly
inserting it into her rear entry.
She flinched, but
remained silent.
“Good girl. Relax and it
will start to feel good.”
He found her lips with
his other fingers and worked them in and out of the complex womanly folds
between her legs. Dipping in and out of her ass and her pussy at the same time
had begun to arouse her. Her hips shifted slightly to meet his attentions and
she coated his hand with her sweet nectar.
“Be still,” he commanded
and he felt her struggle to control the urge to ride his hand.
His middle finger sought
the center of her lust, and he flicked back and forth over her clit until he
felt her muscles tightening more and more. Just when she was about to tumble
over the edge he withdrew.
“Stand up.”
She obeyed, her legs
wobbly.
“Turn and face me.”
She whirled around and
he saw the confused look in her eye. The look that said, why?
With the pitifulness of
a baby harp seal, she looked up at him. “Daddy, I was about to come. Why did
you stop?”
His big Dom heart almost
stopped. She was too adorable, too perfect for him. How could he deny her?
Clearing his throat he
said, “Because your orgasms are mine. I tell you when you can come and
sometimes you will have to wait until I give you permission.”
About the
Author:
A former psychologist, Normandie has
always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters
that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her
favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of children, hunky
husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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