Daddy’s Girl Series
Genre: Contemporary BDSM Erotic Romance
Publisher: Stormy Night Publication
Word Count: 62,000
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.
Character Name: Natron Dakers
Character Bio: Star football player for the Dallas Vipers.
Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?
Worst quality – Sometimes I can be too cocky. My best quality is the confidence I have in myself. Two sides of the same coin.
What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
Underneath all the flash I’m a nice guy.
What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?
That I’m a Daddy Dom and Carmen is my babygirl.
What are you most afraid of?
What do you want more than anything?
To be the best wide receiver in football.
What is your relationship status?
Carmen and I are together.
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
I’m stylin’. Most days I wear tight Under Armour shirts and shorts with rocking kicks because I’m working out, but I do clean up nice when I put on a suit and go out.
How much of a rebel are you?
(Laughs) I’m a bit of a rebel. You got that about me?
What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?
C’mon, I can’t spoil it for the fans who haven’t read the book yet. Let’s just say I didn’t make it to the cover of Sports Illustrated for doing nothing.
What is your idea of happiness?
Playin’ ball and coming home to my girl afterwards.
What is your current state of mind?
Focused. We’re in training camp now and I’m gearing up for my best season yet.
What is your most treasured possession?
The football I caught in the last game I played in. The big one!
What is your most marked characteristic?
My smile. (bares his pearly whites) My money makers.
What is it that you, most dislike?
Which living person do you, most despise?
I don’t have time to hate. Life’s too short for all that negativity.
What is your greatest regret?
Getting injured, but I don’t dwell on it.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
A good sense of humor, and some nice curves don’t hurt.
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
Wait, was I supposed to do some summer reading? (whispers) My publicist didn’t tell me about that.
Which living person do you most admire?
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
I’d exchange my bum knee for my old one.
What is your motto?
John Wooden said sports don’t build character, they reveal it. And I think he’s spot on there.
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.”
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.
“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.
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.”
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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