Page 192 of Daddy, Sir

She didn’t fucking care.

Kneeling at his feet, her bottom full and aching, her mouth stuffed with his cock, she waited for his next instruction as he wrapped her ponytail around his hand.

But as it turned out, she didn’t need to actually do anything. Holden used his hold on her hair to keep her in place as he flexed his hips, pulling his cock almost free from her mouth before driving it back in. Fucking her face with short, shallow strokes.

“You’re such a good girl, Francesca.” His tone no longer held that fake sympathy from before, but a note of pride instead that had her heart swelling in her chest. “Too good to fill this prettymouth with such filthy lies. I have zero tolerance for dishonesty, and every time you tell a lie, no matter how small, you will end up right back here. On your knees with Daddy’s cock down your throat.”

Tears filled her eyes, both from his lecture and because as he spoke, he thrust even deeper into her mouth. Now she did gag as the tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat, but she didn’t tap out. Didn’t pull away.

Because she was his good girl and she could take whatever her Daddy gave her.

Which she did, though her throat burned and drool slipped from the corners of her mouth as he fucked her face. She took it all, bore it all with pride until, at last, his cock swelled in her mouth and the salty taste of his cum spilled over her tongue.

Chest heaving with his ragged breathing, Daddy smiled down at her. “Swallow every drop so I know those lies are gone for good, Francesca.”

She swallowed, hollowing her cheeks to ensure she got every drop from his cock before he pulled free and tucked himself back into his pants.

“Well done, little siren. Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Holden

Seated the deep leather couch in one of the private aftercare rooms with Frankie wrapped in a blanket on his lap might just be his happy place. The one his therapist had been trying to get him to find for years, the place he could go when the memories and the flashbacks and the panic threatened to immobilize him.

You don’t deserve a happy place. And you sure as hell don’t deserve her.

Shoving the nasty little voice in his head aside, he pressed a kiss to Frankie’s forehead. “How are you feeling, little one?”

“Sore. But… I dunno. Kinda light, too? I don’t know how to explain it, I’ve never really felt like this before.”

“Good. That’s the point of a punishment, to help you let go of the guilt when you’ve done something naughty. It’s behind us now.”

Wiggling up into a sitting position, she winced as her bottom settled on his thigh. “But what if I mess up again?”

“Then we’ll deal with that when it happens. But for now, your slate is clean.”

“Too easy.” Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, little siren. We don’t ever have to talk about this again unless you need to.”

“I’m not used to that.” Dropping her gaze to his chest, she fiddled with the top button of his dress shirt. “My family doesn’t really ‘let things go’. We tend to hold grudges.”

“I imagine that was a difficult environment to be raised in.” And his heart broke for the child she’d been, having all her mistakes held over her head forever.

“It was. Is. My parents have… expectations.”

“Like what?”

“Being the best. Always. Doesn’t matter what I choose to do, as long as I can be at the top of my chosen field.”

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

“You’re not joking. Sometimes I wish…” She trailed off with a shake of her head and a sigh. “Never mind. What about you? What’s your family like?”

He wanted to push her to tell him more, but after the punishment she’d just endured, she was likely feeling veryvulnerable and he wasn’t going to exploit that to get his way. There’d be time for digging beneath the pretty polished surface that was Francesca Legare later.

So he focused on answering her questions instead, offering up a smile as he spoke about his own family. “They’re pretty great, honestly. My parents packed everything up a few years ago, moved to Australia of all places. I’ve got twin older sisters who married twin brothers and moved up to New York.”

“Shut up!” Her eyes sparkled with laughter when she jerked her head up to meet his gaze again. “Your twin sisters married twins? Are they all identical?”

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