With dinner finished, Frankie sat back in her chair, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. “I ate all my carrots.”
“You did. Daddy’s very proud of you, baby.”
An adorable pink flush blossomed in her cheeks. “Thanks. Um, you said I could have a reward.”
What was his little siren up to? “I did. Do you have something specific in mind?”
Instead of answering, she rose from her chair to straddle his lap, the soft, warm weight of her pressing against the bulge of his cock. “You, Daddy. I want you.”
She’d had a long nap. Some good food. And as he’d already noted, she was looking healthier than she had at the hospital. But he wasn’t quite sure he could keep himself in check once he was inside her, and with as tiny as she was naturally, he’d often worried about hurting her even when she’d been perfectly healthy.
And yet, looking at the silent plea in those large, green eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her no, either.
“All right. But only on one condition.”
Chapter9
Frankie
Upstairs in Holden’s room, Frankie stared at the thick black restraints he held in one hand. “You can’t be serious.”
“As a heart attack, little siren. It’s either this or you choose another reward.”
“But you’re… you’re not… you know.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “A submissive? Yeah, I know. So don’t go getting any ideas if you decide you like having me tied up and at your mercy.”
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she shook her head. “I don’t know about this. It feels… wrong.”
“Then we don’t have to do it. We can go downstairs, put on your favorite romcom and I’ll eat your pussy until you cream all over my tongue while you watch the movie.”
Okay, that actually did sound like a pretty amazing reward. But she didn’t just want his tongue. She wanted the thick length of him inside her, and if this was the only way for her to get it, then her choice was clear.
“Get on the bed.”
One eyebrow rose, letting her know she was treading on thin ice. “Let’s get a few things straight, first. This is simply a precaution, because I know damn well I’m not going to be able to hold myself back once I’m balls deep in that tight little pussy of yours. You are not in charge here, little girl. Now, try that again, more politely this time.”
Heat infused her cheeks, flared to life between her thighs. “Sorry, Daddy. Um, would you please get on the bed?”So I can tie you down and have my way with you?
Why the hell did that sound so hot?
“Good girl. That’s much better.”
Tossing the restraints on the bed, he reached for the top button of his dress shirt, his dark eyes still locked with hers. One by one, he popped open the buttons, and with every inch of skin he exposed, the need coiling in her belly tightened further. Until, by the time he stripped the shirt off and tossed it into the waiting hamper, she thought she might combust.
Not wanting to waste any more time than necessary, she reached for the hem of her t-shirt, but he stopped her with a single look.
“Not yet, Francesca. You’re going to wait until Daddy gives you permission.”
Right. Because even though he was the one getting tied up, he was still in charge. The dichotomy of it made her head spin, in the best possible way.
And so she waited, practically salivating as she watched him strip down to nothing, piece by agonizing piece. Until he was, at last, completely naked in front of her, the giant cock she remembered so fondly jutting out proudly in front of him.
“Like what you see, little siren?” he asked with a low laugh that had more heat flooding her face.
“Maybe. It’s not as big as I remembered.” Which was a total lie. If anything, it was somehow larger, and for the first time since he’d decreed he wouldn’t fuck her until she was feeling better, she actually understood. How had he managed tonotsplit her in half before was the question.
Apparently Holden knew it was a lie, too, because he wrapped one large hand around the thick length and grinned. “Well, if you’re so disappointed, you can kneel there and let Daddy come all over that pretty face instead.”