Plant Daddy (The Submissive Diaries #1) Read Online K.D. Robichaux

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Submissive Diaries Series by K.D. Robichaux
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
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“Fuck, sweet girl,” I growl, and her next pass up and down my cock steals my breath it’s so exquisite. Her hips have begun to move, so now she’s putting her whole body into it, and it’s so easy to imagine her riding me, the picture so delicious I know without a doubt I won’t be giving this woman up, no matter how hard she tries to scare me away. “Just like that. I love the way your hips are moving, pretty one. Can you arch your back more while you…. That’s a good girl. Fuck.” The last word is a groan as her hand tries to strangle my dick at the same time she moans when she takes me deeper into her mouth. I’ve seen countless women respond positively to being called a good girl in my lifetime, but none have had the unconscious and immediate strong reaction this one does. It’s like the words send a surge of power through her, a defibrillator to her soul, taking her from flatline to perfect rhythm with one whispered endearment.

“God, your ass with your back arched like that makes the perfect heart shape,” I tell her, and I slide my palm down her body, spreading my fingers wide to touch as much of her skin as I can as I travel toward the softly rounded cheeks that are moving in an enticing dance a short distance in front of me. I have to sit up farther and lean forward, but I reach her ass, feeling her immediately stop any movement on my cock. Her head is now snuggled up against my abs and chest, so all I have to do is tilt my face down to speak right into her ear again.

“Keep going, princess. I’m just going to pet you. Trust me not touch what your body has made it clear you’re not ready for yet.” After a moment, she gives a tiny nod, then resumes a slower pace with a lighter grip than she had before I moved. “Yes, Sir?” I prompt, my big palm caressing her ass cheek, and she surges closer to me.

Her mouth leaves the tip just long enough to whisper, “Yes, Sir,” and before she can even fill her mouth with me again, I praise her in a lilting but clear tone, “Good girl.”

And just like before, the effect it has on her physical response is undeniable. She doesn’t just take me deep in her mouth but sucks me—so much suction and with such a tight grip I groan. “Fuck, little one. Just like that. I want you ravenous for my cock. Squeeze with all your strength. Suck like you’re trying to pull every last drop of cum out of me. That’s right. God, you follow directions so exquisitely, sweetheart. So obedient. Such a good little sub for me.”

That last sentence murmured low but clear right into her ear actually makes her whimper, a tremor taking over her whole body, and a moment later, I feel something hot and wet hit the lowest part of my stomach. And then again, and once more before I feel the liquid drip down my body toward my shaft like they no doubt would be doing to her cheeks if she weren’t hovering face-down.

So much to unpack there, but at this moment, I have one final quick test for the night, and then I need to take care of the little submissive crying so sweetly on my cock.

I lean back slowly, dragging my palms from her ass and up her body until I’m resting against the cushion once again and take her head in both my hands, my fingers burying themselves beneath the wild bun and deep between the pulled back strands to massage her scalp. She sighs, swirling her tongue around my tip, but before she can take me in her mouth once more, I order, “Lick me up and down, princess. And then I want to see just how deep you can take me in your mouth. Yes, Sir?” I go ahead and prompt the answer I expect, to remind her I want a verbal response when I give a direct command. It’s also a simple way to see if she doesn’t want to submit to the order, without her having to say a word—literally. If she goes silent instead of parroting my cue, then I’ll know she’s at a soft limit for the night.

But I have nothing to worry about.

“Yes, Sir,” comes her whispered reply, an exhale I feel hit everywhere her saliva and my precum has coated.

“Good girl. Now show me,” I urge, pulling my left hand from her hair but leaving my right buried in the mass, closing it until my fingers have all of it in a fisted grip I use to tilt her head just so… in order to see her follow my command.


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