Page 18 of Break Me, Daddy

Letting out a deep sigh, he released his grip on her face to take her hand in his. With her firmly in his hold, he led her out to the kitchen table and nudged her down into a chair.

“I just said I’m not hungry.”

Twisting around in her seat, she watched as he opened a cabinet drawer and pulled out a legal pad and a pen. His expression hard, he returned to the table, placing both the pad and the pen in front of you. “Yes, I heard you. But considering you only ate half your dinner last night and you’ve been asleep for nearly twelve hours, I’m calling bullshit. Which is why you’re going to sit here and write ‘I will not lie to Daddy’ ten times while I make us some breakfast.”

“You want me to write lines? Like a child?”

“Yes. And if all ten are not completed,neatly, by the time I finish making our food, I will double the count. Understood?”

“This is stupid.”

“You’re welcome to your feelings, but you will complete your punishment, Francesca.”

And with that, he turned, not giving her a chance to argue. While he worked in the background, she stared at the blank page in front of her.

She’d thought being strapped to a cross while he spanked and lectured her in front of a club full of people had been humiliating. But it was nothing compared to how she felt now, facing this childish punishment all on her own. The paper blurred as tears slipped down her cheeks, and she hastily wiped them away.

Goddammit, she was a fucking Legare. She should be stronger than this.

A sigh drew her attention away from the paper, to Holden’s disappointed expression as he sat two plates with scrambled eggs and toast in front of her. “Francesca, if we have to sit here all morning, I will—oh, baby.” In an instant, he shifted from stern to concerned, plucking her up out of her chair to settle on his lap. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Swiping at the tears still running down her face, she forced a bright smile. “I’m fine. Let me down and I’ll finish it.”

“No. You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re crying.”

“I’m not crying.”

A growl vibrated deep in his chest. “You’re really going to lie to me in the middle of being punished for lying to me?”

Fuck. She hadn’t even considered that. “Sorry.”

“Look, baby, if writing lines is going to upset you this much, I’ll find another punishment. But first I need you to talk to me so I can understand why you’re so upset.”

“It’s nothing. I’m just being stupid.”

Whatever she’d been expecting, it hadn’t been for him to scoop her up in his arms and carry her back to the primary bathroom. To stand her in front of the mirror, forcing her to meet his furious gaze in the reflection.

“Don’t look at me. Look at you.”

Red. Absolutely not. Hard limit.“Don’t wanna.”

“Francesca.”

“I don’twant to.”

“All right.” Sliding one large hand across her stomach, he slipped his fingers in the top of her leggings, into her panties, and a whimper escaped from her lips as he unerringly found her clit. “Do you want Daddy to make you come, little siren?”

She hadn’t been remotely turned on before he’d touched her, but now every inch of her body was aflame, begging for more of the pleasure she knew he could give her. But admitting that would be admitting he’d found a weakness.

And Legares never admitted weakness.

“No.”

His low chuckle rumbled in her ear. “Liar. That’s thirty when you get back to the table.”

Fuck. “I don’t want to write lines.”

“I know. But you’re going to, because Daddy said so and you’re a good girl. Aren’t you, little siren?”

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