Page 33 of Break Me, Daddy

“We can go to the club? Really?”

“Yes, baby. Really. But there will be?—”

“Rules. Yeah, yeah, I know,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “There’s always rules with you.”

“There are, and one of them happens to be not rolling your eyes at your Daddy.”

Pink slashed across her cheeks. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, which is it? Spanking at home or an unknown scene at the club?”

Worry crept into her expression, dulling the excitement. “Can I ask a question, first?”

“Always, baby.”

“Um, is this like…realtrouble? If you’re really upset with me, I’d rather just get spanked at home.”

Tugging her head back further, he bent to brush a kiss across her lips. “A fun punishment, and very much a reminder about who is in charge in this relationship. But no, you’re not in real trouble and I’m not upset with you.”

“Okay.” She smiled, first with relief, and then with a sultry sort of knowing that had his cock hardening in his jeans. “The club, then. Definitely the club.”

“Then the club it is. But first, you need food and a nap.”

“Such a Daddy,” she muttered, and because he was still watching her, he clearly saw her rolling her eyes yet again.

“Oh, little siren. You have no idea.”

Frankie

Excitement and nerveswere currently doing battle in her stomach as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped one of Holden’s giant fluffy towels around her.

She’d barely spoken to anyone but Lottie since she’d been released from the hospital, and she knew Lottie had given everyone the bare minimum information to keep them from descending on Holden’s house.

Should she tell them the truth? They’d want to know, and she couldn’t really blame them. But telling them also meant ripping open those old wounds, exposing her weaknesses and flaws to people she genuinely cared about and respected.

Keeping the real reason behind her hospitalization a secret would be more work in the long run, though. And, if she was being perfectly honest with herself, she wasn’t sure shewantedto keep it a secret. She loved her club friends and after seeing the support they’d given each other over the past months, she wanted to be able to lean on them.

Legares don’t need anyone to lean on.

And there it was, her father’s voice in her head, lecturing her on the evils of revealing her weaknesses to the people around her.

Before that voice could take hold, she deliberately turned away from the mirror and stomped out of the bathroom into Holden’s bedroom.

Where she stopped short at the sight of her clothes laid out on the bed. Apparently Holden had been keeping himself busy while she’d been in the shower.

Taking a tentative step closer, she ran her fingers over the thigh-high white stockings she’d bought on a whim and only worn once. Those, with the pink flared skirt and sheer white top combined for a look that was innocence and seduction all at the same time. Not at all the usual sex-kitten attire she generally wore to the club.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless before.”

Looking up from the clothes he’d carefully laid out on the bed, she raised a haughty eyebrow, hoping it hid the pounding of her heart. “You went through my things.”

“I did. Figured it was easier to ask forgiveness than permission,” he answered with a cocky little smirk that did nothing to calm the rebellion stirring in her chest.

“Uh-huh. And I suppose you think I’m going to wear this?”

“No.” Pushing away from the doorframe, he slowly crossed the room, capturing her chin in his hand and nudging her head backward. “I know you’re going to wear it.”

“Because you’ll spank me if I don’t?”

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