Page 34 of Break Me, Daddy

“No. Because it would make your Daddy very happy if you wore the clothes he picked out for you. And you enjoy pleasing your Daddy, don’t you Francesca?”

The low rumble of his words seemed to shoot straight to her clit. “Sometimes.”

His smirk widened, just a bit. “Then let this be one of those times. I won’t force you, but it would make me very happy if you wore what I picked out.”

Goddammit. If he’d gotten all bossy and demanding she could have easily fought him on it. She would have lost, sure, but at least then it wouldn’t feel like simplysurrendering. But she was helpless against his steady, simple words.

“I’ll try it on, but I reserve the right to change my mind.”

“Fair enough. I’m going to grab a shower. If you’re a good girl and you’re dressed by the time I’m done, I may have a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?”

Chuckling, he leaned down to drop a kiss on the end of her nose. “The kind only good girls get.”

With that, he stepped away and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her to contemplate the clothing he’d left behind. Sighing, she tossed her towel on the bed, inwardly smirking at that little rebellion and the scolding she’d get for it when he was done, and reached for the socks.

As she dressed, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in months settled over her with every pull of the fabric into place. Calm, the kind that started in her chest and seemed to spread down to her stomach and from there out to every limb. The kind of calm that only seemed to come from choosing to submit herself to her Daddy’s will.

Staring at herself in the full-length mirror, she twisted and turned, examining herself from every angle. She looked… cute, she decided. Cute, but sexy. It wasn’t a bad look, not that she was going to tell Holden that. As much as she enjoyed being his babygirl, she drew the line at letting him dress her on a regular basis.

Cute? Look at that fat hanging over the top of the skirt. You’re disgusting. You can’t wear this out in public.

Panic wrapped insidious tendrils around her chest, squeezing until she couldn’t draw in enough air to fill her lungs. Tears pooled on her lashes as she pinched the skin right above her skirt.

“Fuck me. You look even better than I’d imagined.”

Blinking back the tears, she turned away from her reflection and forced a sly, seductive smile. And those tendrils of panic immediately loosened at the sight of Holden, wrapped in nothing but a too-small towel, his hungry eyes raking down her body. “Like what you see, big guy?”

Holden cocked a brow, a smile curving his lips as he tugged the towel free, letting it fall to the ground. “What do you think?”

“Awww. Is that all for me? You shouldn’t have.”

“Keep it up and I’ll put you on your knees and show you how to properly use that smart mouth of yours, little siren.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Speaking of promises…” Naked, with his impressive erection jutting out in front of him, Holden walked over to the tall, thin dresser beside the door to the bathroom and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a thin scrap of white lace and silk and held it out to her. “Put this on.”

Curious, she accepted the underwear, holding them up to see what was so special about them. They were heavier than they looked, but she wasn’t sure what that could possibly mean. “This is my surprise?”

“Put them on, Francesca.”

Heat infused her entire body at his stern words. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He stood by, watching as she stepped into the panties and pulled them up into place. There was something hard in the gusset, but she only had a moment to wonder what it could be before the vibrations hit.

“Oh my god!”

Pleasure flooded her, driven by the vibrations right against her clit. Closing her eyes, she stood still, letting the sensations wash over her. Driving her closer and closer to?—

Nothing. Right before she reached that peak, the vibrations stopped. Eyes flying open again, she glared up at him. “Hey! What’s the deal?”

“Orgasms are for good girls.” Grinning, Holden held up the small remote in his hand. “Did you forget you’re being punished tonight, little siren?”

Shit. She actually had forgotten. “But Daddy, that’s mean!”

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