Page 15 of Break Me, Daddy

Despite the three mind-blowing orgasms he’d just gifted her with, need coiled tight in her lower belly. But she really had no desire to test his creativity, so she swallowed all her bratty retorts. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Releasing his hold on her, he stepped out of the shower long enough to grab a fresh washcloth and then resumed scrubbing her from top to bottom. Which included, much to her burning humiliation, a very thorough cleaning of her bottom hole with his thick, soapy finger.

When they were both fresh and clean, he helped her out of the shower, where he proceeded to towel her off, and blow her hair dry before twisting it into a simple yet effective braid that hung down her back.

Eyes narrowed at their reflection, she toyed with the ends of her braid. “Where’d you learn to do that?” Taking care of some other babygirl? Who was she? Where was she now? Did he still think of her?

“You’d be amazed what you can learn online,” he said in a gruff voice that halted her mental spiral in its tracks. “Stop stalling and get your butt in that bed, little girl.”

With an annoyed huff that didn’t actually match the warm glow inside her, she turned and stomped into his bedroom, all but throwing herself down onto the bed.

“You can huff all you want, Francesca, but you need rest.” Pulling the comforter up over her shoulders, he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Two hours. You don’t have to sleep, but you will not get out of this bed before I tell you to. Got it?”

“What if I have to piss?”

He raised an eyebrow in that way he had that never failed to make her tummy flip. “If you need topee, you may get up. Bathroom trips are the only exception.”

She wanted to be annoyed by his bossiness, but she couldn’t find the energy. It was just soniceto let herself be taken care of for once. “Yes, Daddy,” she said with an exaggerated sigh.

Just because she was enjoying him taking care of her didn’t mean she had to lethimknow how much she liked it.

“Good girl. Get some rest, baby, and I’ll be back in two hours.”

But when he stepped away from the bed, panic set in, twisting like a vice around her chest. “Wait!”

When he turned back, his face was hard as stone. “Francesca, we’re not arguing about this.”

“I don’t want to argue.” Although with their history she couldn’t blame him for assuming that was the case. “I just…” She trailed off, uncertainty making the words stick in her throat.

“Will you hold me?” she finally managed to whisper.

At her soft plea, his expression immediately softened. “Of course I will, baby.”

Climbing under the covers with her, he pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Sleep, little siren. Daddy will be right here when you wake up.”

And even though she would have sworn she wasn’t the least bit tired, she did as she was told and dropped straight into sleep wrapped in his arms.

Holden

He waitedfor the sound of her breathing to slow before slipping from the bed just long enough to grab his laptop from his office. Back in his bedroom, he settled beside her, relieved to find her still sleeping.

As much as he would love to simply take a few days off and do nothing but pamper and care for his babygirl, he had other responsibilities demanding his time.

The first of which did actually concern the woman sleeping next to him, so he opened the email from Cassie before he even glanced at the others.

Hey boss,

Found a storage unit in your girl’s name. Sending you the address and unit number now. From what we’ve been able to gather talking to some of the other med students, she got put on probation of some sort. Apparently she hasn’t shown up for classes in weeks. That’s all I know for now, need me to keep digging?

Probation?Frowning, he looked down at the sleeping form beside him. As far as he knew, she’d told everyone at the club that school was going great.

Setting the computer aside, he slipped from the bed again and headed for the bathroom, pulling the door mostly shut behind him. He retrieved his phone from the pocket of his pants and hit Braden’s number.

“Hey. How’s she doing?” Worry echoed in his friend’s voice the moment he answered.

“Good. Sleeping. Lottie around?”

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