Page 45 of Big Daddy Christmas
Just as her laughter was fading, she was hit with a sudden wave of pleasure so intense it made her audibly gasp. Every head in the room swung to stare at her, and embarrassment swirled with pleasure, both heating her cheeks as she met her friends’ gazes. “Sorry. Ah, I just… remembered I have something to do. Be right back.”
Pushing up from the couch, she hurried to one of the attached bedrooms and into the bathroom. Hands on the vanity, she closed her eyes and drew in a few bracing breaths as the pleasure continued to wrack her body.
The vibrations didn’t ease, but once she had her reactions under control, she swiped open her phone to tap out a message.
* * *
Frankie
You’re killing me here.
Daddy
Just making sure my babygirl is taking care of herself. How many mimosas have you had?
Frankie
One. But I’ll go drink the whole damn bottle if you don’t stop teasing me.
* * *
Instead of turning off, the toy in her pussy buzzed even faster and she let out a low moan that was half arousal, half I’m-going-to-kill-him frustration.
* * *
Daddy
Should I turn the toy off, little siren? Or make you come right there in front of your friends?
Frankie
Joke’s on you, I’m in the bathroom.
Daddy
Keep those hands off my pussy, little girl, or I will make sure you walk down the aisle with my marks all over your ass.
* * *
It was tempting to taunt him, just to see what he would do. But she’d been Holden’s babygirl long enough to know that he didn’t make threats he wasn’t willing to follow through on.
* * *
Frankie
Yes, Daddy.
Daddy
Good girl. Finish up whatever you’re doing and I’ll… be in touch.
* * *
The buzzing of the toy faded, leaving her even more frustrated than she had been when it had been on. She was tempted, oh so tempted to get herself off. But Daddy would know. Somehow, Daddy always knew when she was naughty, no matter how hard she tried to fight it.
Resigned to spending a few more hours on edge, she washed her hands, plastered a smile on her face, and made her way back out to the living room.
She stepped out of the bedroom at the same time the main door opened and Lottie returned, her cheeks as red as Frankie’s felt but looking far more relaxed than she had all morning. In the interest of her friend’s privacy, Frankie made a beeline for her, blocking her from Aria’s curious gaze.
