Every Good Girl Needs A Bad Boy

12

Bella

I was a new woman. Brantley was right, I had some wobble in my walk for s few days. But it was totally worth it. Now that I've had him, I couldn't get enough. I was worried I was becoming a nymphomaniac. But hot damn, Daddy was always ready to work my body over good. I felt empowered, braver, stronger. It's silly really, that something as simple as sex could affect me so much, but it did. "Hey Da- uhh Brantley?" I caught my slip up, as I came down the stairs of Brantley's house. He was sitting in his recliner, talking to his brother. "Don't hold back on my account, that's your title, own it." Kolby gave me an encouraging smile. "Thanks, Ko." I grinned, appreciating the support. Brantley smiled at me. I walked over and climbed into his lap, and he rocked us both. "What is it little one?" He asked, stroking my hip. I was still in my pajamas. "I'd like to go get my songbook from Bradley's office. It's in his desk. It's all my original songs that I wrote, but was never allowed to record. I could use some back up if you're free.." I explained. "Sure baby girl. Go ahead and get dressed and we'll head out." He missed my forehead happily. "Thanks Daddy!" I chirped and pecked him once as I hopped out of his lap. "I like her, bro." I heard Kolby chuckle as I ran up the stairs.

As we pulled up to the office, Brantley turned to me. "How do you want to play this sweetheart?" He asked. "I want my songbook, and I'm not leaving without it. He can kiss my ass." I smirked. Brantley was rubbing off on me, and I had found my backbone. "Yes ma'am." Brantley chuckled. "I'm not taking his shit. He can hand it over, or you can go all growly and scare the crap out of him again." I grinned. "That's Daddy's little bad ass!" He whooped and chuckled, pulling me in for a quick kiss. We headed inside, and up to Bradley's office. I have the snooty secretary no. Ind as she tried to stop her. I just held out my hand towards her and checked her real quick. Not today. I was on a mission. I tried the knob on Bradley's door. Locked. "Ugh!" I growled. Brantley put that big boot to the door and it swung open. "After you, baby girl." He smirked. Bradley jumped two foot when the door flew open. "What are you doing here? Came back to grovel? Realized you could never make it?" He smirked arrogantly. I laughed then. "Hardly. Move, I want my songbook, and you're in my way." I snapped, a hand on my hip. "Watch your mouth." He hissed and stepped towards me. "Watch your mouth, boy..." Brantley growled. Bradley seemed to just notice him for the first time, and he took a hasty step back. I moved around the desk and grabbed my songbook, "Is that-" Bradley paused. When I looked back at him, he was staring at Brantley's chest. More precisely, he was staring at my ring, on a chain on Brantley's neck. "Yep. It is." I grinned and sashayed back to Brantley. "All done little girl?" I giggled and nodded. "Yep! Let's roll Big Daddy. I'm hungry." I smiled again at him. "Big Da-" Brantley cut off whatever Bradley was going to say. "Open your mouth... I dare you.. say one more word.. give me a reason.." Brantley snarled in a growl so deep it made me shiver. I purred. Damn that's hot.