Page 19 of Break Me, Daddy

“N-no,” she said on a gasp as a particularly hard wave of need hit her straight in the gut. “I’m a brat. You’ve said so yourself.”

“Brats are just good girls who want to know they’re worth fighting for. And you, my naughty little siren, have always been worth fighting for.” Pushing one thick finger inside her, he pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of her ear. “If you do as you're told and look in the mirror, I’ll knock that last ten off your lines. Deal?”

It was a good deal, but she could do better. “Cancel all thirty and I’ll do it.”

“Afraid I can’t do that, baby. Lying to your Daddy is very, very naughty. But I’m willing to bring it back down to the original ten.”

Shehadlied, so it only seemed fair she should have to face some kind of punishment. “The original ten and an orgasm?”

“Yes.”

“Deal.”

“There’s my little shark,” he said with a low, rumbling laugh. “Time to hold up your end of the bargain.”

Dragging in a deep breath, she forced her gaze to shift down. To meet her own eyes in the mirror. Her mother would have a conniption fit over the dark circles there, but that could be hidden with makeup. Delphine would be ecstatic over the cut of her cheekbones, the sharp angles she didn’t even need contour to achieve.

And yet, Frankie’s stomach fell at the sight of her reflection. All those years of fighting to get herself back, of learning to ignore her mother’s snide remarks about her weight, and now here she was. Once again looking like nothing more than skin stretched across bone.

Fresh tears welled in her eyes, blurring the image in front of her. “I can’t… please let me go.”

“Do you know what I see when I look at you, Francesca?” he asked instead, his fingers still stroking her swollen bud.

“No. And I don’t want to know.”

“Too bad. I see a smart, strong, capable woman. A woman who doesn’t take any shit. A woman who stands up for her friends, a woman who worked her ass off to get where she is today. And if I have to stand you in front of this mirror every single day until you see yourself the way I see you, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“I’m not any of those things. I couldn’t even make it through a year of medical school. I’m weak and stupid.”

“Baby, what you are is the furthest thing from weak and you sure as hell aren’t stupid. You’re so strong it terrifies me sometimes. And if you need to lean on me for a little while, if you need to borrow some of my strength until you find your own again, then that’s okay too.” Soft kisses trailed down the side of her neck. “You are strong, and beautiful, and I’m in fucking awe of you, every day.”

With every word, every stroke of his fingers across her clit, the ache in her stomach eased just a bit. Little by little, until it was more a memory of pain than an actual ache.

“Daddy.” Gasping out his name, she rose up onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arm around his neck as she watched herself move in the mirror. “I want… I need…”

“I know, baby. You’ve been such a good girl for me. Would you like your reward now?”

“P-please.”

“Come for me, little siren. Come for Daddy.”

Unlike how he usually pleasured her, forcing her brutally over that peak, this was more of a slow ride. A tumble into a gentle sea of pleasure that still managed to leave her knees weak as it crashed over her.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured again, pressing another soft kiss to her neck. “Whenever you need me to remind you of how fucking amazing you are, you just tell me. We’re in this together, Francesca. You and me. And I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.”

Lifting her gaze, she met his eyes in the mirror. “I might fall more than once. Hell, I’ll probably fall more than once a day, especially at first.”

“Then I’ll catch you as many times as it takes.”

Chapter7

Holden

He still wasn’t sure exactly why writing lines had caused her to melt down before, but after their trip to the bathroom she sat and wrote out all ten in her surprisingly neat handwriting. He was tempted to make a joke about how doctors were supposed to write in illegible chicken scratch, but thought better of it, worried it would cause another meltdown over getting booted from med school.

“Done!” she declared with triumph, shoving the pad away from her and beaming up at him with pride. “Can we go now?”

“After you finish your breakfast.” He nudged the plate closer to her. The toast was a risk, but over the past few days he’d done some research and everything he’d found said that she needed to be adding more of her ‘forbidden’ foods back into her diet.

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