Page 25 of Break Me, Daddy

“I didn’t say I was disappointed.”

“Mhmm.” Chuckling, he released his cock and shifted to climb up onto the bed, stretching out on his back with his hands over his head. “Do you know how to buckle the restraints?”

“How hard can it possibly be?” she muttered as she climbed up beside him to wrap one band of smooth leather around his wrist. She had to use the last hole to buckle them given how thick his wrist was, but she eventually got it in place.

“Good girl. Now, unhook the chain from the other restraint and slide it through that metal ring on the headboard.”

She shifted, straddling his chest as she followed his careful instructions. Holden gave the restraints a couple good yanks then grinned up at her. “Good job, baby. Now you can take those clothes off for me, nice and slow so I can enjoy the show.”

Okay this was… kind of fun, actually. Sliding off the bed, she reached for the hem of her shirt again, slowly pulling it up, exposing her belly inch by inch. From the bed, his hungry gaze tracked her every movement until she finally pulled the shirt off and tossed it in the general direction of the hamper.

Holden’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re going to pick that up later.”

“Oh yeah?” Grinning now, she reached behind her for the snap of her bra. “Who’s gonna make me?”

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, little girl.”

“Hmmm.” The band of her bra went slack and she tossed it aside as well, baring her breasts to his gaze. “From where I’m standing, it looks like that’s me.”

“Francesca…”

“MistressFrancesca.”

“I swear to god the second I can get you over my knee you aren’t going to sit for a week.”

Giggling, she pushed her jeans and panties down to the floor, kicking them aside to join the rest of her clothes. “Promises, promises.”

While he glared, she crawled up onto the bed. God, where to even start? All she’d wanted before she’d gotten him in the restraints was a good hard fucking. But now that she had this big, strong man completely at her mercy, she wanted to have some fun.

Naked now, she crawled back onto the bed, watching him watch her as she slowly made her way to his cock. On all fours beside him, she lowered her head, her gaze locked on his as she stuck her tongue out to give the tip a long, slow lick.

“Fuck, baby.” Eyes closing, Holden let his head fall back, a deep moan slipping from his lips. “You’re killing me here.”

Savoring the salty taste of him on her tongue, she forced herself to go slow, to not simply swallow him whole. His cock twitched when she licked him again, running just the tip of her tongue along that sensitive underside of the head.

Holden’s chest rose with each deep breath, and she wondered if he was regretting giving her such unfettered access. To his credit, he let her play for a few minutes longer before he yanked at the restraints again, a deep growl emanating from his chest.

“You are in so much trouble when I get my hands on you again, little girl. Get up here and ride Daddy’s cock like a good girl before I?—”

“Before you what?” she asked, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “You’re all tied up and atmymercy, remember?”

Lifting his head, he pinned her with a look that made her bottom clench. “I won’t be forever. And I promise when I get my revenge you will regret being such a brat.”

“Probably.” Pushing up to her knees, she straddled him, her pussy hovering just over his cock. “So why shouldn’t I enjoy myself in the meantime?”

Slowly, so slowly it made her thighs burn with the effort, she lowered herself onto him. Let the thick length of him stretch her inch by torturous inch.

With a sigh, she finally sank down completely, so full of him she could hardly breathe. “God I’ve missed this.”

“My cock?” he asked, a grin of his own stretching across his face.

“Cock in general. I haven’t been with anyone since—” Ah, fuck. She hadn’t meant to tell him that.

But now, with those dark eyes boring into hers, burning with such possessiveness it threatened to set her on fire, there was no taking it back.

“You haven’t been with anyone since you left?”

“No. I tried, a few times,” she admitted with a quiet sigh. “But the guys I met at school and at clubs were just…”

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