Daddy’s Good Girl Novel – Chapter 1 Inside my bedroom, I kicked off my heels and dropped onto the chair in front of my laptop. I opened the app I’d been secretly using for weeks—Eclipse, a members-only site for people with darker tastes. Most users were just looking for hookups, but something about the anonymity kept pulling me back. A new friend request popped up. No real photo, just a default silhouette. Username: Shadow37. I accepted. Shadow37: You’re really 20? Me: Yes. College sophomore. You? Shadow37: 37.
That bother you? Me: No. I go by how I feel. The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then appeared again. Shadow37: We could try something online first. Light control. You interested? My pulse jumped. I typed back quickly. Me: Okay… but no face on camera. And I won’t make any noise. Shadow37: Good girl. The words sent a shiver down my spine. A video call request appeared almost immediately. I grabbed my laptop, moved to the thick rug in the corner, and covered the camera with my hand before accepting. His side of the screen showed a strong male throat and the edge of a charcoal robe. Nothing else. His voice came through low and rough. “Turn your camera on.” I hesitated, then set the laptop down and switched it on, angling it so only my body from the neck down showed.
The silk dress clung to my curves. “Are you a virgin?” he asked. Heat flooded my cheeks. “Yes.” He made a low sound of approval. “Good. We’ll go slow tonight. Rest now.” The call ended just like that. I stared at the blank screen, heart racing. I sent one more message before I could stop myself. Me: Your voice makes my legs weak. I like it. No reply. Disappointed but strangely wired, I grabbed my phone and started searching. I watched videos I never would have opened a month ago—women tied up, spanked, made to obey. One clip showed a girl bent over a man’s lap, skirt flipped up, panties pulled tight between her buttocks.
His hand came down hard. The sound of flesh on flesh filled my earbuds. She moaned and pushed back for more. I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself grow slick. When the man in the video spread her buttocks and slapped her pussy, wet sounds echoing, I couldn’t look away. My own fingers drifted under my dress, brushing over damp fabric. I pictured Shadow37’s low voice giving commands. My breathing grew shallow. I changed into fresh panties afterward, face burning, and fell into bed. Sleep came fast, but my dreams were anything but innocent.