Page 170 of Daddy, Sir

Forget silver fox. He was a wolf, just as he’d claimed, and she was Little Red Riding Hood walking straight into his trap.

Riding high on excitement and need, she climbed up onto the bed with him, straddling his head as she lowered her dripping pussy to his mouth. With another man, she might have worried she was too heavy, that she might smother him. But Holden was so fucking huge, she figured she had as much chance of hurting him as a kitten.

And then he grabbed her ass, his thick fingers digging into her heated flesh, and all those worries disappeared from her head in a flash as pleasure once more flooded her system. Gripping the thick wooden headboard in front of her, she ground herself against his mouth as he feasted.

Need coiled inside her, tighter and tighter with every swipe of his clever tongue over her clit. Until she was frantic, riding his tongue for all she was worth, pushing herself closer and closer to that shimmering peak.

“Oh, god. Just like that. Yes, yes,yes!” A scream ripped from her throat as a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over her, drowning her in sensation.

She was done. Wrecked, beyond anything she’d ever experienced with a man, or on her own for that matter.

But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause, and no matter how she shifted or wriggled against his hold, she couldn’t escape the onslaught of pleasure.

“Holden, stop! I’m done, I’m done!”

Pain, sharp and crisp, exploded across her right cheek, surprising a squeal out of her. And even though he hadn’t said anything, she understood the message, loud and clear.

“Daddy, stop!” To her utter humiliation, the demand came out more as a pleading whine. “I can’t take any more, please!”

Holden’s hands shifted from her ass to her hips, and a moment later she was lifted from his face to sit on his chest. Beard glistening with her juices, he should have looked ridiculous. Disheveled, even. Instead he just looked even more gorgeous than before.

Totally not fair.

“What’s your safeword, little siren?” he asked, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than before.

Right. Her safeword. Um… “Red.”

“Do you need to use your safeword?”

“I… don’t actually know. I’ve never had to before.”

“Then let me rephrase that. Are you in any physical, emotional, or mental distress?”

“Well, no, but?—”

He cut her off with a single raised brow. “Do you need me to stop in order to avoid causing you any physical, emotional, or mental distress?”

“I guess not.” Dammit, why did he have to be so specific?

“Then get your ass back up here, little girl. I haven’t finished my meal.”

Crossing her arms, she glared down at him. “And what if I don’t want to?”

“In that case, I can only assume your bottom isn’t sore enough.”

Another spanking or continue getting her pussy eaten by a man who actually knew what he was doing? It would be an easy call under most circumstances. But she was already feeling tender, and giving in felt too much like… well, like giving in.

Likelosing.

And Legares didn’t lose.

“You can’t just threaten to beat me every time I say no, Holden.”

“Can’t I?”

In a move so fast it literally made her head spin, he flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her hands against the mattress over her head with one hand, while the other cupped her ass.

“Say ‘Red’, Frankie. Tell me to fuck off, and you can leave. I’ll call you a car to take you back to the club and you’ll never see me again.”

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