Page 38 of Big Daddy Christmas
Watermelon. More eggs. A couple bites of toast. And through it all, he teased her with that damn vibrator until she was writhing against the ropes, begging and making promises she knew she couldn’t keep, just for a hint of relief.
“Please, Daddy. I’ll be good, I'll eat everything in sight, I swear just let me come.”
Setting the mostly empty plate aside, he leaned back against the table, the remote dangling from his hand. “Hmm. I suppose if you promise to be good…”
“I do promise, I swear, Daddy, please.”
“All right, little siren. Let me hear you scream.”
Scream, she did, her cries echoing around the kitchen as the first orgasm ripped through her, shredding her from the inside out.
But he didn’t stop there. Didn’t stop at all, in fact. He simply watched, a smug smile on his stupidly handsome face as the vibrations against her clit changed from pleasure to pain and back again as she sobbed and begged for mercy.
“There we go,” he murmured when her sobs shifted back to gasps of pleasure and her head fell back, shudders wracking her entire body. “Come for Daddy, baby. You can do it. You can take whatever Daddy gives you, can’t you, little siren?”
She couldn’t, but she also couldn’t find the words to defy him, so she nodded, desperate for an end to this agonizing pleasure.
“My good girl.” Leaning forward, he slid his hands into her hair, gripping just tightly enough to add a bite of pain to her pleasure. “You’re so hard on yourself, baby. I wish you’d believe me when I tell you how fucking amazing you are. How smart and funny and brave. How fucking loved you are.”
His lips crushed hers as a sob rose in her throat and a second wave of pleasure slammed into her. This time, she screamed into the kiss, letting him drink in the sounds of her ecstasy until the wave finally faded.
Lifting his head just slightly, he stared down into her eyes, his own filled with so much love it made her chest ache. “You are so much more than just a number on a scale, Francesca. Lottie doesn’t give a fuck how much you weigh. She wants you by her side today because you are her best friend in the whole world. You are the person who has stood by her through impossible loss and unimaginable pain. She loves you, maybe almost as much as I love you. I want you to remember that today, whenever you start to feel self-conscious about whether your dress is too tight or whatever other bullshit you’ve gotten into your head.”
Love, a kind she’d never expected to find, swamped her and it was a damn good thing she wasn’t wearing any makeup yet because the tears streaming down her cheeks would have ruined it. “Y-y-yes, D-Daddy.”
“One more, and then we can head to the hotel. Can you give me one more, my beautiful girl?”
No, please, it’s too much.
But she would. Even though it was too much, even though it physically hurt, she already knew she would give whatever he demanded. Because he was her Daddy and no matter how much of a brat she was, deep down she just wanted to be his good girl.
And so her voice was stronger, steadier than she’d expected when she finally managed to answer him. “Yes, Daddy.”
When the third orgasm hit, she wept from the force of it, her entire body quaking with the brutal pleasure crashing over her. She was only vaguely aware of the vibrations easing, of her Daddy’s gentle hands untying the ropes so he could lift her into his arms.
“You did so good for me, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
Pleasure of a completely different kind welled in her chest as she snuggled into him. “Thank you. For all of this.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and she swore her heart did a somersault in her chest. “I love you, Francesca. I will always love you and be here for you, no matter what the voices in your head try to tell you. Today, I just want you to focus on enjoying your time with your friends and being there for Lottie.” Beneath her cheek, his chest rumbled. “I will, however, be leaving that toy exactly where it is so I can remind you that Daddy’s with you, even when I’m not right beside you.”
It seemed impossible for her to feel any kind of need after three spectacular orgasms right in a row. And still, her pussy clenched around the toy at his words. “Mmm. Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Are you still hungry, or are you ready to go get dressed?”
She gave herself a moment to really check in with her body, and realized she was, actually, still a little hungry. “A couple more bites of fruit, maybe? And another muffin.”
Leaning forward, he snagged the plate from the table and picked up the fork, all without releasing her from his lap. “Whatever my baby wants.”
Holden
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Muffins and a few orgasms always put his girl in a better mood, and by the time he led her up to the bridal suite, she was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so that he had to take the basket of muffins from her hand before she dropped them all over the floor.
The second the door to the suite swung open, shrieks of excitement pierced the air as she and Lottie raced for each other, colliding in the middle of the room so hard he winced and sent up a little prayer of hope that they wouldn’t have bruises walking down the aisle.
“You’re getting married!” Gripping Lottie’s arms, Frankie bounced on her toes, her vibrant hair bouncing with her.
