Page 37 of Big Daddy Christmas
“All right, little siren. Time for breakfast.”
Chapter 5
Frankie
Soft, silken fibers brushed across her arm, and this time when her pussy clenched, it was thanks to the flash of arousal that coursed through her at the sight of the bright-red rope stretching across her chest.
“What are you doing?”
“Tying you to the chair. I thought that much would be obvious.”
Looking up at him, she did her best to imitate the one-eyebrow-raised look he so often gave her. “It is. But why are you tying me to the chair?”
“I told you. It’s time for breakfast.”
She let out another annoyed huff of breath as he crisscrossed the rope between her breasts before wrapping it around her and the chair again. “How am I supposed to eat if I’m tied to the chair?”
“You aren’t. You’re supposed to let Daddy feed you.”
“Oh.” It wasn’t the first time he’d insisted on feeding her, especially when she was having the kind of day she’d been having more and more often lately where feeding herself felt too big, too heavy to take on herself.
But he’d never tied her up and shoved a vibrator in her pussy to do so before.
Guilt churned in her stomach as he added a pretty green rope to the mix, reminding her Christmas was coming fast on the heels of Lottie’s wedding. It was their first Christmas together, and here she was, worrying him and stressing him out instead of enjoying the holidays together.
“You don’t have to do this. I promise I’ll eat. You don’t have to worry about me.”
With the last of the rope wrapped around her, he cupped her face, his large, rough thumb brushing across her cheek. “It’s my job to worry about you, baby. You never have to feel guilty about that.”
“Sometimes I feel like all I do is make you worry.”
“You give me so much more than worry, Francesca. You give me love and laughter and more happiness than I ever knew was possible.” The corners of his mouth dipped down into a frown. “Is there something more going on? Something more than just you worrying about your weight?”
To her surprise and horror, tears filled her eyes at the gentle question. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just feeling like I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Nothing could be farther from the truth, Francesca. You are my wife, and my babygirl. I love taking care of you, and nothing you could do would ever change that.”
She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to believe him. And she wasn’t even sure why she couldn’t. Even when they’d been broken up, he’d never stopped caring about her, but for some reason right then she couldn’t seem to wrap her mind around his love for her.
But if she kept pushing the issue, they’d never make it to the wedding. So she forced a smile and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Judging by the way his eyes narrowed, he didn’t quite believe her. Thankfully though, he didn’t seem inclined to spend all day talking about her fucked-up sense of self-esteem either. Instead of pressing her about it, he reached into his pocket and a moment later the toy in her pussy came to life and all thoughts of being a burden fled from her mind as it vibrated against her clit.
“Oh, god that feels good.” Sighing softly, she closed her eyes and let the gentle pleasure wash over her.
“Glad to hear it. Open up, baby.”
Obediently, she let her mouth fall open, unsurprised when the savory taste of scrambled eggs hit her tongue. She chewed and swallowed, then opened her mouth for more.
“Good girl.” At his praise, the buzzing between her legs grew more insistent and she whimpered as the pleasure changed from a gentle tide to a crashing wave with that single change.
Another scoop of scrambled eggs filled her mouth and she quickly chewed. “Daddy…”
“What’s that, baby? You want more?”
Her eyes flew open as the vibrations increased again, staring up at him as he grinned and stabbed at a piece of watermelon. “Are you trying to kill me, Holden?”
“No. Just reminding my babygirl how good it feels to listen to her Daddy. Open up.”
