Page 26 of Break Me, Daddy

“Just what, little siren?”

Something about having him tied up, watching her with that expectant expression, stripped all her defenses away. “They weren’t you,” she whispered.

“Frankie.” Emotions swirled in his eyes, straining his voice as he tugged at his restraints. “Take the cuffs off, baby. Now.”

And that was why she hadn’t been with anyone else since she’d walked out on him. None of the boys she’d met had ever made her pussy clench with need just with the sound of their voice the way Holden did.

Leaning forward, pleasure rippled through her as his thick cock scraped her inner walls. It took her a moment to get the buckle on the first restraint undone but as soon as his wrist was free, he rolled, flipping their positions so she was pinned beneath him.

“My babygirl,” he murmured, the words ending on a low moan as he sank slowly into her. “There wasn’t anyone else for me, either. There’s only you, Frankie, and if I have my way about things, it will only be you for the rest of my life.”

Tears pooled on her lashes as he moved inside her, tender and slow despite his worries to the contrary. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a kiss so sweet it made her ache. For him, for what he offered so easily. For the way he made her feel so safe and cherished.

“My beautiful little siren. I would gladly die a thousand watery deaths just for the taste of you.” Another sweet, almost chaste kiss as he claimed her with those slow, deep strokes of his cock inside her. “Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped out, arching up to meet him as his hand snaked between them, his thumb pressed against her swollen clit. “Please, please let me come. I need… I need…”

“Shh. Daddy knows what you need, baby. You don’t have to beg.” A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating her entire being. “This time.”

Overcome with pleasure, she surrendered to it. To him as he played her body like a fiddle, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every roll of her clit beneath his clever fingers. Until, at last, she went tumbling right over that cliff into the sweet oblivion only he had ever been able to bring her to.

“That’s my girl,” he said, dropping another kiss on her swollen lips. “Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby? In this tight little cunt or on those pretty tits of yours?”

She didn’t think she’d ever get used to hearing such filthy words from him, especially when he was speaking in that low, sweet tone. “In me, Daddy, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Clinging to him, she whimpered softly as he continued to fuck her with those slow, sure strokes. Every thrust of his cock inside her abraded her already too-sensitive nerves, and it wasn’t long before another wave of pleasure rose up inside her, sweeping her under as she gasped out his name, her fingernails digging into the thick muscles of his arms.

“Fuck, baby.” With one final thrust, Holden went still, his cock swelling inside her as he emptied himself into her womb.

Collapsing beside her, he pulled her into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Did you enjoy your reward, baby?”

“Mmm.” She snuggled into his embrace, letting the warmth of him surround her as her eyes fluttered closed. “It was a very nice reward. Though I do think I got a little cheated since you made me take the restraints off.”

“Brat,” he said with another of those low, rumbling laughs. “I swear once you’re clear for me to spank your ass, you’re never going to sit comfortably again. Stay there.”

The weight of him disappeared and she forced her eyes open, a pout forming on her lips. “Where are you going?”

“To get you cleaned up,” he called from the bathroom, followed a moment later by the sound of water running. When he reemerged, he was holding a dark-blue washcloth. “Unless you prefer to spend the night with Daddy’s cum drying on your thighs. Because I wouldn’t complain.”

Why the hell was that so hot and so gross at the same time? “No, thank you.”

“That’s what I thought.” Settling on the bed again, he nudged her thighs apart, gently wiping her clean of him, again with such gentle tenderness tears blurred her vision. “One day, I’m gong to fuck you at the club and you won’t have a choice but to walk around for the rest of the night with my cum smeared all over your thighs. And I’ll make you show everyone who you belong to. But for now, you’re going to go potty and then come right back to bed.”

Humiliation flooded her cheeks, turning them to an inferno. “Can’t you just say ‘go to the bathroom’ or ‘take a piss’ like a normal person?”

“I could, but I love the way you blush when I say ‘potty’. Now go, and when you get back I’ll let you watch a movie on my tablet before bed.”

“I don’t need to pee.”

“Yes, you do. No urinary tract infections on my watch, little girl. Go.”

Rolling her to the side, he landed a soft swat on her bottom. Part of her was tempted to argue, just to see if he’d spank her for real. But since he’d already put his foot down about that, she had a feeling any argument on her part would just leave them both dissatisfied.

More than that, though, she didn’t really want to ruin the lovely afterglow of their lovemaking. So she scooted off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, where she was only slightly annoyed to realize she had needed to pee after all.

When she returned to bed, he was sitting up against the headboard, a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of his nose as he tapped at the screen of the tablet he held in his hands. The device looked almost comically small in his giant paws, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him.

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