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Today I’m delighted to present a guest post by ATR Partnership author Rose Richards. You can buy Rose’s award nominated Daddy’s Office Brat (containing the stories “The Boss’ Naughty Brat” and “Taming the Office Brat”) in the ATR store now! (link) Or click here to check out other Rose Richards titles in the ATR store! (link)
You can find more books by Rose Richards on Smashwords (link) – and if you like the excerpt from “Daddy’s Discipline” below, you can buy the full book by clicking here (link).
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Daddy’s Discipline – Excerpt
by Rose Richards.
As soon as I exit the building, I decide to explore the grounds to work off my anger. No one said I couldn’t wander around. I head down the nearest dirt path, and as I’m passing by a building about half the size of my cabin, I stop when I see Cameron through the window.
I can see him clearly. He’s sitting and looking down at something. He’s so damn handsome, and I can feel myself getting wetter as I remember how I felt when he was spanking me.
So why is he willing to fuck Ella but not me? Am I not good enough? Him and his bullshit ‘I don’t fuck the girls’ routine, when he clearly does when it suits him. I huff and turn around, heading to my cabin. I’ve got an idea.
I dump my bag out on my bed, and five minutes later I’m strolling out of the cabin wearing a sundress, sandals, and no bra or panties. When I get back to the building I saw Cameron in, I’m relieved to see he’s still there.
As if he senses me watching him, his head jerks up and looks out the window at me. I smile and give him a little wave as he pushes up out of his chair and comes to the door. Oh shit, am I really going to do this?
He throws open the door and glares down at me with his intense gaze, and I immediately want to kneel and beg him to fuck me—which only pisses me off even more. I don’t want to be this attracted to him.
You know what? Fuck this. I stalk up to him and duck around him to go into the room.
What do I have to lose? At worst, he’ll spank me again, but maybe that won’t be such a bad thing. And who knows, maybe I can get him to change his mind and finally get rid of these fucking butterflies in my belly. I’m determined to get him to crack and give into me. One way or another, I want him to take care of this ache he’s created.
“Come in… please.” He shuts the door with an annoyed sigh.
When I turn to face him, I notice he’s watching me with that slight smirk on his face that I’m growing to hate, and it makes me want to stomp my feet like a child throwing a tantrum. It’s so irritating how calm he is while I’m ready to explode from pent-up emotions. If I keep acting like this, he’ll be convinced I truly belong here, and I want to show him that I don’t.
The room is an office, and he moves back to sit at his desk. He pulls his keyboard drawer out and turns to face the monitor and starts typing, only half paying attention to me.
“What can I do for you, Tiffany?” he asks absentmindedly while he continues to type, making a clacking noise that echoes off the walls in the quiet room.
Ignoring his question, I stride over to him until I’m standing right next to his chair. He’s in an office chair with wheels and I push him back away from his desk and use my hip to push in his keyboard drawer before sitting on his desk right in front of him.
Now he won’t be able to ignore me.
He says nothing and just raises an eyebrow at me, and his attitude annoys me. If he doesn’t actually have a rule about fucking the girls, he needs to fuck me. He can’t spank me like that and leave me wet and horny.
I spread my legs and pull my dress up, exposing my shaved, wet pussy to him. He glances between my legs with interest, and I have a momentary feeling of being exposed and vulnerable before I push it aside. I reach up to massage my breasts, showing him I’m not wearing a bra while I roll my hard nipple in my fingertips.
There’s a moment of silence as he continues to study me, but his face remains impassive. I want to scream. I need him to touch me—I crave it. When he doesn’t make any move, I stop playing with my nipple and instead move my hand between my legs.
His eyes follow my hand, and I spread my outer pussy lips to give him a good look at the pink of my core before I rub my clit.
There’s something intoxicating about him watching me, and it’s a complete turn on to have him so close to me. I moan softly as ripples of pleasure swirl in my stomach. I’m so wet I’m practically dripping. All he has to do is pull his cock out and fuck me.
My eyes travel to a shelf behind him briefly, and a picture catches my attention. What the fuck? Why does he have my baby picture? I know that’s me. My mom has an identical picture on the wall in the hallway, and she said she sewed the jumper for me. I stop moving my hand and stare at him.
Cameron.
The same name as the father who abandoned me.
My eyes widen and a rush of pleasure flows through my veins when I notice how much he looks like an older version of the man I’ve seen in old photographs. There’s no mistaking it now; it’s him. This is my father who walked out on me and my mom. I swear to God, it’s him.
He quirks his eyebrow at me. “Did you realize how stupid you’re acting?”
Stupid? No dude, I just realized you’re my father and I can’t fuck my father. I’d call that smart.
Even as I think I can’t fuck him, my pussy clenches around nothing and I want to moan. Fuuuuck, why does he have to be my dad? I just want to get boned and have a wonderful summer.
Wait, he doesn’t recognize me. Why can’t I fuck my father?
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Want more of this story? Buy the full book “Brat Camp Book 1 – Daddy’s Discipline” on Smashwords by clicking here! (link)
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