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She might have done exactly that, if it hadn’t been for the hint of desperation in his voice. Like hewantedher to tap out.

Why?

That single question kept her from giving in to the urge to flee. “I’m not weak, Holden. I can take whatever you give me.”

“Oh, little siren. That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man like me.”

Once again, her entire ass felt like she’d sat on a hot stove and she instinctively fought against his hold as he spanked her over and over.

“What do you call me, Francesca?”

“Daddy!” she screamed, kicking her feet against the mattress. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry!”

But instead of releasing her as she’d hoped, he only shifted the focus of his swats to the tops of her thighs. Tears burned behind her eyelids at the fresh, exquisite pain.

“And whenDaddygives you an order, what do you do?”

“I’ll listen, I’ll listen, I promise!”

“Good girl. Let’s make sure the lesson sticks this time.”

She discovered, much to her horror, that he’d actually been holding back. The next round of swats was heavier, faster, and it only took a few for the tears she’d been fighting to break free on a sob. “I’msorry!”

A dozen more swats landed before he stopped and cupped her aching ass in his palm. “There we go,” he murmured, giving the burning flesh a gentle squeeze. “Are you ready to be my good girl now, little siren?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

Without breaking his hold on her wrists, he managed to flip her onto her back. Frankie hissed as her abused bottom pressed against the mattress, but when she tried to arch up to alleviate the pressure, Holden stopped her with a look.

“Stop fidgeting, Francesca.”

“But it hurts,” she whined, shifting her hips to the left ever so slightly. Anything to relieve the persistent ache in her ass.

“Good. Maybe that will help you remember what happens to naughty little girls who disobey their Daddies.”

Absolutely nothing about that statement should have been hot. And yet, her pussy spasmed, silently begging to be filled as he lectured her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied with a deliberately pitiful sniffle.

Sliding his hand up her leg, Holden cupped her pussy, pushing one thick finger inside her. “Someday, I’ll teach you to hold out until I give you permission to come. Until then, I want you to see how many orgasms I can wring out of you. I think we’re up to two already.” A sly smile curved his lips when she cried out, her pussy clamping down around his finger as pleasure shattered her from the inside out. “Make that three.”

“Three’s enough. More than enough.”

“Oh, my naughty little siren. Three is just barely getting started.”

Chapter Four

Holden

He should stop. He should pull back, give her some room to breathe.

But he couldn’t. Everything about her invaded his senses, calling out to him like the siren he’d pegged her as the moment he spotted her. And he knew he couldn’t stop now even if his life depended on it.

Pinning her to the bed, he took her to the edge again, sending her flying a fourth time as she sobbed out his name. As she begged her Daddy for mercy.

Mercy he had no desire to give.

Five. Six. Seven. Over and over again he forced pleasure on her, until her cries and pleas for mercy turned to incoherent whimpers and moans.

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