Page 183 of Daddy, Sir

A possessiveness he’d never felt swelled inside him at her stammered response. “And ifDaddywants to keep you on edge all night, wet and needy and aching for Daddy’s cock, what are you going to do about it?”

He watched the struggle play out in her eyes. Francesca Legare wasn’t the type of woman used to submitting. But something in her wanted to, desperately, or else she would have told him to fuck off a long time ago.

“Answer me, Francesca.” Pumping his fingers inside her, he ground the heel of his hand against her clit, making her arch up into him. “Are you going to pout and whine all night? Or are you going to be Daddy’s good girl and take what I give you?”

“Can’t I do both?”

Sassy and bratty, even when she was out of her mind with need. That shouldn’t have been so alluring, and yet he was beginning to think her bratty ways might be a drug he’d never get out of his system.

“No. Because if you continue pouting and whining, I’ll assume you don’t want your orgasms. Time to choose, Francesca. Keep being a brat, or be a good girl for your Daddy. What’s it going to be?”

Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, telling him she was dangerously close to an orgasm already. His sweet, responsive little brat.

“I’ll be your good girl,” she finally whispered, her cheeks flaming red even in the dark.

“That’s what I thought.” Pulling his fingers from her, he saw the disappointment flare in her eyes as he raised the arousal-soaked digits to her mouth. “Look at this mess you made all over Daddy’s fingers. Be a good girl and clean it up.”

Her bottom lip trembled, just slightly, before she slowly parted her lips to welcome him in.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pushing his fingers deeper into her mouth. “Fuck, you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my fingers. I can’t wait to see what you look like sucking my cock. Do you want that, greedy girl? Do you want to take Daddy’s cock down that pretty throat of yours?”

She moaned, the muffled sound vibrating around his fingers and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to put her on her knees right then and there.

“Soon, baby. Soon you can have Daddy’s cock any way your heart desires. In the meantime…” He pulled his fingers free and loosened his grip on her wrists, pulling her close so he could press a slow, deep kiss to her lips. “We haven’t finished our tour.”

Frankie

This man was going to be the death of her. Imagine her parents’ horror when the press got wind that their beloved daughter, on the brink of becoming a world-renowned surgeon, had been fucked to death at a sex club.

Picturing the absolute shit-fit her mother would throw had a giggle bubbling up in Frankie’s chest. When it burst free, Holden looked down at her, one eyebrow raised in that way he had that made her tummy do flips worthy of a spot on the USA Olympic gymnastics team.

“Care to share with the class, Francesca?”

There was a hint of censure in his tone, just enough to have her stomach doing more of those delicious flips and turns as she smirked up at him. “Just imagining my parents’ reactions if they ever found out I was at a sex club.”

“Ah.” To her surprise, a rare smile teased at the corners of his lips. “I assume they wouldn’t approve.”

“Are you kidding me?” She pitched her voice up to the nasally whine she’d perfected over the years for her impersonation of Delphine. “‘Don’t you care about your reputation, Francesca?’ ‘Legares don’t debase themselves for others’ amusement, Francesca’ ‘Think of the family, Francesca’.”

“That sounds… exhausting.”

It was the genuine sympathy in his tone that made her heart trip in her chest. So many people would take one look at her and assume her issues with her parents amounted to nothing more than ‘champagne problems’. The fact that he could see her pain so clearly was something she hadn’t anticipated.

Nor was her reaction tobeingseen by him.

“It is,” she said with a deliberately nonchalant shrug. “But I’ve learned to cope.”

Granted, her ‘coping’ had eventually landed her in a very expensive rehab center, where she’d fought her way back from the literal brink of death thanks to a rather severe eating disorder. But she was better now, and she had actually learned a lot of real coping skills in rehab that didn’t include punishing her body for simply existing.

Shoving away the unpleasant memories, she tilted her head back and leaned into him, deepening her smile into something more inviting. “When’s it our turn, Daddy?”

A wicked gleam shimmered in his eyes. “So eager for me to hurt you, little siren?”

“Eager to see if I enjoy as much as everyone else here seems to. And for you to fuck me into a mindless little pile of goo the way you did the other night.”

“Fair enough. Let’s see if we can find an open cross.”

“Cross? Are you planning to crucify me?” Was that a thing? Surely not. Unless it was with rope or something.

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