Page 27 of Break Me, Daddy

Glancing up, he raised a silvery brow. “Something amusing you, little girl?”

“Just my big bad Daddy with his old man glasses,” she said with a grin as she climbed up into the bed, snuggling up against him.

“Keep it up and I’ll make you watch one of the documentaries I’ve been saving instead, brat.”

“But you said I could pick!”

“Only if you’re going to be a good girl.”

Letting out a dramatic sigh, she rolled her eyes, confident in the knowledge he couldn’t actually see her. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“All right.” He passed her the tablet, but as she scrolled the selection, he leaned over, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Just so we’re clear for the future, rolling your eyes at Daddy isnotgood girl behavior. Understood?”

A delicious shiver raced up her spine. “Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”

“Good girl. Now, what kind of movie do you want to watch?”

She chose one of her favorite romantic comedies, opting for the comfort of something familiar over the thrill of something new. Which, as it turned out, was a good thing since she only made it halfway through the movie, snuggled in her Daddy’s arms, before sleep took her under.

Chapter10

Frankie

She lasted a full two weeks before the restlessness really settled in. Not only was she not used to sitting around a house all day doing nothing for days on end, she also wasn’t used to having her every move watched like a hawk. And not just at mealtimes either, which was bad enough with him forcing her to try one of her ‘forbidden’ foods at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. As well as the occasional snack when he thought she hadn’t eaten enough during the day. Though the few times he’d pressed an ice-cream sandwich into her hand and then teased her with his tongue, not letting her come until she’d finished her dessert had made her a fan of that particular indulgence.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Holden was also working from home, so she didn’t even get a break during the day so he could go into the office. Even at the rehab center she’d had more freedom, and she was sorely tempted to make a break for it.

But Daddy had made it very clear that if she broke any of the strict rules he’d put in place ‘for her safety’ as he’d put it, she would not enjoy the resulting punishment. And considering how creative he’d proven to be when she’d pushed him too far the past couple of weeks, she wasn’t really eager to put that claim to the test.

Something had to give, though. Tossing the tv remote aside instead of returning it to the basket on the coffee table where it belonged—a small act of defiance that would likely earn her a warning look and a lecture about putting things back where she found them—she shoved off the couch and stomped upstairs.

A good run would help clear her head. Daddy hadn’t let her out of his sight other than to plop her in front of the stupid tv while he was working, but surely he wouldn’t object to a workout.

She changed into a fresh pair of leggings, a sports bra, and her favorite running shoes, pausing in front of the tall full-length mirror in Holden’s closet to give herself a once-over.

And tried to ignore the churning panic in her stomach.

Had that little roll of fat been there before? She could have sworn not. Twisting to the side, she frowned, pinching the excess skin.

Yeah. She definitely needed to go for a run. Letting Holden feed her constantly without getting any real exercise was obviously taking its toll. Not that she could actually keep track of how much of a toll it was taking since he’d gotten rid of his bathroom scale the first morning he’d found her staring down at the little black numbers with tears streaming down her face, but clearly she’d gained even more weight since then.

A run, and then she’d start putting her foot down about what she was eating. No more ice cream, no matter how good the orgasms were. Just because she was in recovery didn’t mean she had to completely let herself go.

There was a small voice in the back of her head whispering that she was slipping back into the same thoughts and habits that had landed her here in the first place. That she needed to talk to Holden, to tell him what she was thinking. Ask for help for once in her goddamn life before things got to the point she had no choice but to accept help when it was offered. Again.

Ignoring that little voice, she grabbed her phone and earbuds and headed for the stairs.

“Going somewhere?”

Halfway down the steps, she stopped abruptly, heat infusing her cheeks at the sight of her Daddy standing in the foyer, his thick arms folded across his chest and one eyebrow raised.

“Um. Just… out. For a walk. Need some fresh air.” Why the hell did she say walk when she meant run? If he found out she’d lied to him, she’d be writing lines again until her hand fell off.

To her relief, he didn’t glower at the news that she’d been planning to go for a walk. The exact opposite happened, in fact. Everything about him seemed to relax and he grinned up at her. “That’s a great idea.”

“It is?” Oh, thank god.

“Yeah. We’ve been cooped up here for a good bit. A walk would do us both good. Give me a few minutes to change and I’ll join you.”

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