Daddy Me Read online Ker Dukey, K. Webster (KKinky Reads Collection #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Kkinky Reads Collection Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
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“Mmmm…” I groan. My heart is racing in my chest. “I like the feel of silk against my skin. It’s like a caress without even being touched. Yet, lace is sexy to look at.”

“Lace can empower. Depends if you like to be in charge or if you want to let someone else have the control, to take what they like, and to own you.” His deep voice slides through my veins like a drug, addicting me instantly.

I bite on my lip to keep from saying the word. In the end, I blurt it out anyway, eager to pull off the proverbial Band-Aid. “I want you to own me, Daddy.”

His deep, rumbling chuckle echoes down the line. “Oh, I already do. Now be a good girl and get a mix of lace and silk.”

“Don’t forget the classic cotton for days I’m feeling virginal,” I say with a girlish giggle.

“Where are you right now, Sofina?”

“In a changing room,” I exhale, my pussy throbbing with need.

“I want you to slip out of your virginal cotton panties and stuff them in your purse,” he instructs, making my entire body catch fire. “Tell me when you’ve done it.”

I do as I’m told and feel the wet patch in my panties as I push them into my purse. “They’re in my purse,” I breathe.

“Good girl,” he growls. “Good, good girl. Now get back to shopping. Later, I’ll Facetime you so you can show me everything you bought.”

Holy shit.

“You want me to shop with no underwear on?” I gasp.

“Yes. I want you to feel your arousal on your thighs. I want your pussy to ache and drip with need for me. I want you bare and ready to be taken at any moment.”

My arousal is out of control and my thighs are already damp at the very thought of prancing around with no panties on and knowing he knows it.

For Daddy.

Heat burns across my flesh at the thought. This is silly! But so fucking hot, too.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

I choke down the whine of need, the desperate plea I want to cry out come fuck me, please and instead I say, “Okay, Daddy.”

“Goodbye, beautiful.” With those words, he hangs up the phone. He didn’t seem at all flustered by our little exchange as I am. In fact, he seemed pleased with himself. Knowing I made that beautiful man happy is thrilling.

I’m riding on my high all the way from the mall to the bar. Wondering about what it is Ronan wants from me. He likes my voice. That much was evident. But all this other stuff? I thought, at first, he wanted to make me more sellable for his label. Nothing about our conversations thus far has been that simple, though. There’s a connection between us. Real and sparking. I know I’m not imagining things.

Once inside the bar breakroom, I pull out the huge wad of money. I spent eleven hundred dollars today and barely scratched the surface. I’m scared to count it—to put a dollar amount on what he’s given me.

“What the hell, Sofina? Did you rob a bank?” Rosy blurts, startling me.

I shove the money back into my purse and glance up at her guiltily. “What? No!”

Rosy, always quick to sniff out my lies, narrows her eyes at me. “Where’d the money come from then?”

“Tips,” I squeak, shrugging my shoulder.

“Hmmm, not on my best day, even in my youth,” she scoffs.

“Can we drop it?” I rush out. “I don’t want my brother on my case.”

“On your case for what?” Lucca says, coming into the back room.

Fucking great.

“About my money.” I sigh, throwing my hands in the air, daring him to be a dick.

“I already saw the fucking money, Sof, remember? You were rolling around in it.”

Oh God.

Rosy’s eyebrows rise and she then ducks her head before waving goodbye, clearly not eager to be included in that conversation. She was supposed to quit this place already.

Anger surges through me. I never stand up to him. Maybe it’s time I do.

“I went to see him,” I blurt out, my voice only slightly shaking.

“Who?” he growls.

“Mr. Hayes. He wants to offer me a recording deal. He gave me the money to re-style myself.”

Lucca’s face nearly turns purple. “I knew it was him who gave you the money, Sof. I’m not fucking dumb. He already wants you to change who you are? And you think guys like him just hand over cash like that and want nothing in return?”

“It’s my life, Lucca! And it’s part of my offer. An advance.” I lift my chin.

“He’s a phony,” he roars. “Recording labels don’t pay cash! I can’t believe you’d accept his word and not even talk it over with me!”

Tears burn at my eyes. “He’s not a phony,” I defend. “He gave me some money to buy some new things to wear. It’s called being nice. You should try it sometime.”



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