Page 32 of Big Daddy Christmas
“That’s what I thought.”
With another swat, he let her up so she could scramble out of her clothes. He bit his tongue when she tossed them aside instead of into the hamper like she was supposed to. It was an ongoing power struggle between the two of them, and he wasn’t in the mood to punish her for it just then.
Instead, he focused on stripping out of his own dress shirt, down to the white t-shirt beneath so he could have a better range of motion for what he had in mind next. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of creamy skin as she clambered up onto the bed.
“On your stomach, eyes closed.”
“Bossy,” she muttered, quiet enough she probably hadn’t meant for him to hear, and he had to swallow a laugh. Even when she was getting exactly what she wanted, she was a huge fucking brat.
It was just one of the many things he loved about her.
Picking up the bottle of oil he’d set aside, he knelt on the bed beside her and poured a generous helping of it into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, warming the oil before running his hands up her spine to her shoulders.
“Oh my god.” The words came out on a low moan of pleasure. “That feels amazing. Don’t stop.”
He had no intention of stopping until every bit of stress had been massaged from her lithe body. Using everything he’d learned during the few months Hawk had spent studying massage therapy as one of his many different hyperfixations, he focused on the spots where her muscles felt extra tight, working the knots loose while she hummed and sighed beneath his touch. And he didn’t stop until she’d turned to putty beneath his fingers, soft and pliant, the way she never was for anyone but him.
“How’s that feel, little siren?”
“Amazing.” Her response was slightly slurred and the corner of her mouth lifted in a slow smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby.” Leaning down, he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, delighted when she shivered at the gentle touch. “Are you ready for bed? Or do you want Daddy to keep making you feel good?”
Her response, when it came, was one simple word that told him everything he needed to know.
“More.”
Chapter 3
Frankie
Every muscle in her body felt like melted butter. Between the spanking and the massage, all of the tension had been completely drained from her.
An evening of pampering was the last thing she’d expected when she’d called him to confess she hadn’t been eating, but she wasn’t going to complain about the results. If this was what being honest with her Daddy got her, she’d make sure to tell him a hell of a lot sooner next time.
She was so relaxed, it barely registered at first when his talented hands pulled her bottom cheeks apart. And even when he stroked a finger over her exposed hole, all she could do at first was grin.
“Whatcha doin’?”
The entire bed seemed to rumble with his amusement. “Giving my babygirl more, just like she asked for. You were such a good girl tonight, telling Daddy the truth. And what do good girls get, Francesca?”
Her mind, like her body, had melted during his massage, so it took her a moment to piece together what he was asking. When she did, her heart slammed against her ribs. “They get Daddy’s cock.”
One thick finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance and she whined at the intrusion. “And where do very good girls get Daddy’s cock?”
Oh, god. Need pulsed through her as her pussy spasmed emptily. “In-in their bottoms.”
“That’s right, baby.” Slowly, deliberately, he pushed that finger into her bottom then pulled it out again, mimicking that most intimate act. “Daddy’s going to fuck this tight little hole, and you’re going to fall asleep with your bottom full of Daddy’s cum. Because that’s what good girls get, isn’t that right, Francesca?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
As he pushed a second finger in beside the first, stretching her even wider than before, she wondered what the hell was wrong with her that she considered this a reward. Some of her friends, she knew, only got fucked there when they’d been exceptionally naughty. But her Daddy preferred to save this particular act for when she’d been exceptionally good.
Maybe because she was such a brat and if he fucked her there as punishment, he’d never fuck her any other way. So the only way to make it special was to use it as a reward.
That thought had her stomach twisting with guilt, distracting her from the pinch and burn of her bottom being stretched open. “Holden?”
“Yes, baby?”
