Problem For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 6)

I make my way up the stairs and to my room right off the landing. I can’t stop thinking about that little attitude Liza can’t seem to kick. What makes her father upset, turns me the fuck on. Damn it, I need to wait at least until tomorrow to stir things up, that’s if I even do. I need to keep my ground, keep my distance. This is Derek’s daughter for fuck’s sake, I try to remind myself. But then again, I very well knew my intentions when deciding to bring this little one home with me. I didn’t honestly believe I could control myself after seeing her prance around my house for weeks on end.

She’s got me hooked, incessantly obsessed to tear that dress off of her and throw her over my knee, giving her ass a harder spank for her forgetfulness. Some bad choices can feel so good, and that’s what I will show her; what I will teach her.

I rip my clothes off and toss them to the floor. I throw back the blankets on the bed and slide underneath. It’s noticeable how rock hard I am, and I’m not about to try to shield her eyes from what she’s doing to me.

I hear rowdiness with the dishes downstairs. I’m sure Liza’s overdoing herself out of sheer frustration. I listen to her cursing under her breath as she makes her way up the stairs, balancing my tea in hand as I hear the glass clatter with every step.

“It has your whiskey in it, don’t worry.” She glares at me as she opens the door, then dropping her eyes down to the heap of clothes beside my bed.

“You can’t take care of anything, can you?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

“No, I have you for that.” I grin at her, noticing the red tint to her cheeks; she’s upset.

“Don’t you want to be my friend?” She shoots at me.

“You could say that, well, in some fashion, I do. I more so want you to stop being a brat and learn to take care of yourself. It may seem contradicting given my requests, but it’s time you see the perspective from the other side.”

She bats her eyes at me before rolling them. “Here.” She steps forward to hand me my cup of tea.

I grab it from her tray, take a sip, and set it gently down on the bedside stand. She didn’t do too bad with this.

“Well?” I ask her as she stands by the bed when she should know what’s expected.

“Well, what?”

“You’re getting paid to be my masseuse, and I pay quite well so long as it’s good.” I wink at her, waiting for her next move.

Her expression tells it all. She wants to give up. She’s annoyed by my antics. Maybe she’ll throw in the towel tonight.

“You’re going to have to juggle this unless you already want to crawl back home to live under your father’s roof? I will show you the pleasures of life, but the hard work comes attached as well, little one.”

“This is hardly a pleasure,” she mutters, and just then, I lower the sheet and slowly roll over.

Liza’s eyes shift to my cock, widening as she gets a look before I’m fully turned onto my front, ready for my massage now. I can’t help but smirk. The best is yet to come, little one.

5

LIZA

He’s doing this on purpose, I know it. It’s like he wants me to give up already and run back home to my father. I’m going to show them both I’m an adult; I’m capable of doing whatever a grown woman can do without the help of my father. I don’t need to be dependent on him by any means.

I rest on the edge of the bed, bringing my hands up to Bruno’s shoulders as I begin to rub his muscles, kneading them as he moans out from my touch. I must be doing something right here.

He has no idea what his moans are doing to me… I can only imagine what this man can do with a body as his. I feel myself growing wet as I keep massaging his shoulders, now moving down along his back. All I can think of is his handprint smacked on my ass from earlier. Ugh, I don’t even want to admit to myself how the pain and pleasure turned me on within an instant. It shouldn’t be this easy for him.

“You’ll make for a great masseuse these next few weeks,” he groans at me as I continue digging into his muscles. Good, he’s pleased. At least this is something I seem to be adequate at for this man.

I work my fingers down his warm, smooth back and stopping at the brim of the sheet, then working my way back up to his shoulders.

My fingers are tired, my hands are tired… in fact, I’m tir

ed. I’ve done more here at Bruno’s house than I’ve ever done at my father’s. If my father were to be a fly on the wall, I’m sure he wouldn’t believe his eyes.

“What?” I ask, as I notice the grin smacked on his face as it rests against the pillow. I want to slap him for making me feel this way, all horny and stressed. I’ve never felt so turned on by the smallest touch.

“I can see the fire in your eyes. You’re determined not to go home, that’s clear.”

How does he know?