Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Frankie

A sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb before she had a chance to really gather her wits. Silver Fox released her chin, but only to put his hand at the small of her back again, and she nearly whimpered at his touch as he guided her into his vehicle.

His obviously very expensive vehicle, which was another point in his column. Frankie had zero shame about her appreciation of nice things, and the men who could continue to provide her with them. Even though she was headed to med school in the fall and she had every intention of being able to provide for herself, she was woman enough to admit she enjoyed letting men spoil her with expensive, sparkly things.

Relaxing into the buttery-soft leather with a sigh, she waited for him to join her. So far, Silver Fox had a lot going for him. Good looks, a voice that made her pussy clench, money, and manners to boot.

So what was the catch? There was always a catch.

Before she could wander down that mental rabbit hole, the driver’s side door opened and her Silver Fox climbed up into his seat. He glanced over, his mouth turning down in a frown that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

“What? Why are you glaring at me like that?”

Instead of answering, he leaned over, reaching across her, his body so close she could feel the heat pumping off him. Could smell the rich notes of his cologne that made her want to lean forward a bit and run her tongue over that muscle in his neck before she sank her teeth into it.

“Seriously?” she said with a laugh when his hand brushed across her thigh. “This couldn’t wait until we get to your place?”

But he wasn’t, she realized with a flush of embarrassment, copping a feel. A moment later, he pulled back, and she felt the stretch of the seatbelt across her body before it clicked into place.

“Safety first, little siren.”

There was no censure in his voice. And still, she couldn’t help but feel like a naughty child who’d just been scolded by her Daddy. “I was getting there,” she grumbled.

“And now it’s done.”

She wanted to argue, but it seemed like such a petty thing. And it wasn’t like she would be arguing against wearing the damn thing. It just seemed important for him to know that she would have put it on herself.

Because she couldn’t quite figure out why it was important, she pushed the uncomfortable feeling aside. Giving her ponytail a flip, she flashed him a bright smile. “So, are we exchanging names or are we just sticking with Siren and Silver Fox?”

Silver Fox barely spared her a glance as he pulled the car away from the curb. The silence that followed stretched so long, for a moment she wondered if he hadn’t heard her.

“Holden,” he said at last, just when she was hyping herself up to ask him again.

“Frankie. Well, Francesca, but only my parents call me that. And only when I’m in trouble,” she added with a laugh.

“Why do I have the feeling you go by Francesca more often than not?”

Puffing her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, she swirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Are you saying I’m a bad girl?”

“I think you are probably a girl used to getting your way.”

Well, that one hit a little close to home. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Even with his eyes locked on the road in front of them, she saw the corner of his lip twitch. “Not a bad thing. But the kind of thing that gets naughty girls like you punished.”

Heat flashed through her, settled firmly between her thighs at his statement. She’d been with a few kinky guys here and there, men who liked to order her around in the bedroom, and she wasn’t opposed to a little playful punishment. “Oooh, am I naughty? Are you gonna spank me, Daddy?”

“If you don’t do as you’re told, yes.”

God, she was a sucker for that deep, growly voice of his. “What if I don’t want a spanking?”

“Then be a good girl and I won’t have to punish you.”

“Good is boring.”

His laughter was so deep it seemed to vibrate the very air around her. “I can’t argue with you on that.”

Twisting in her seat, she leaned over, letting her hand rest on his thigh. “Why don’t I show you just how naughty I can be?”

“No distracting the driver, Francesca.”

Okay, that had no business being so fucking hot. She hated being called by her full name, but from him, in that voice… Yeah, her body definitely hadn’t gotten the memo on that one. “Am I distracting you?”

“Very much so.”

Again she felt that surge of power she’d experienced back at the club when he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her. Feeling emboldened by it, she reached for the buckle on her seatbelt and?—

“Little girl, if you unbuckle that seatbelt, I will pull this car over and whip your bare bottom with my belt right on the side of the road. Am I understood?”

She wanted to be outraged. Correction, she was outraged, but she had to reach beneath layers of burning need and excitement to find it. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“I warned you what would happen if you don’t do as you’re told, little siren. Now it’s up to you to either obey or accept the consequences.”

“I thought you just meant like a quick, fun spanking! Not whipping me with your belt!”

“Fun spankings are for good girls who are a little naughty sometimes. Brats who disobey important rules like wearing their seatbelts do not get quick, fun spankings. They get punished, hard. And then they get fucked harder while they beg Daddy for forgiveness.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Those are the terms if you want to be with me tonight, Francesca. Tell me you don’t want me to punish you, that you don’t want to spend the night as Daddy’s naughty little girl and I’ll turn this car around right now and take you back to your friends. No hard feelings.”

That was, obviously, the right choice. She had no desire to find out how much his belt hurt, or what it would feel like to go over his wide lap while he swatted her ass with those huge hands. And she absolutely, one hundred percent, did not want to call him Daddy while those things happened.

So all she had to do was open her mouth, and tell him to take her back to the club.

Easy.

Simple.

But when she finally forced her mouth open, that was not what came out. “I don’t want to go back.”

He glanced over, his expression unreadable in the darkness of his vehicle. “I’m not a gentle man, Francesca. I’m going to hurt you.”

“I trust you.” It shocked her how true those words were. She had no business trusting a man she’d just met. A man who had just outright said he intended to hurt her.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter what happened, she would be safe with him. And maybe that made her an idiot, just like her mother had always said.

If it did, she didn’t care.

She wanted him. Wanted the pain he promised, and whatever else came with it.

“You shouldn’t,” he said, echoing her own thoughts. “And I shouldn’t let you. A good man would take you back to your friends, tell you to forget you ever met me.”

“Then why don’t you?” she asked as they slowed and turned onto a long driveway.

“Because I’m not a good man. And I haven’t been for a very long time.”

Holden

He knew damn well this was a mistake. The woman currently wandering the front rooms of his house with a curious, if shrewd eye, was too young for him. Too innocent.

Too… breakable.

And yet, he couldn’t seem to force himself to take her back to her friends, where she clearly belonged. The need for her was like a living, breathing thing inside of him, stronger than anything he’d felt for anyone in a very long time. Possibly ever.

So instead of doing the right thing, the honorable thing, he found himself crossing the distance between them while she watched him with those wide, amused eyes.

“Your safeword is ‘Red’,” he said when he reached her, cupping her head in one hand while the other slid around her waist, yanking her to him. “Say that, and all this stops.”

“Got it.”

“The right answer here is ‘Yes, Daddy’.”

Some of the amusement faded from her eyes, replaced with surprise. “You were serious about that?”

“Yes.”

“And if I refuse?”

He could tell her, of course. He could, and should, lay it all out for her in plain language even the most vanilla person could understand.

But he had a feeling a woman like his little siren would respond better to action than words.

With that in mind, he bent and scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder. Damn girl barely weighed anything, a fact he tucked in the back of his mind for later, so he’d remember to be careful with her.

Or at least as careful as a man like him was capable of being.

“Holden!” Her shocked shriek met his ears as her small fists pounded at his back. “Put me down!”

“As you wish.”

Dropping down onto the edge of his bed, he flipped her face down over his lap all in one swift move.

“This is not what I meant!”

“It’s what I meant. Consider this your first lesson in obedience, Francesca.”

All it took was a single tug of her too-short dress to bare her ass to his gaze. The thong she was wearing covered next to nothing and left just as much to the imagination. Which worked in his favor, even if the thought of anyone else catching a glimpse of what she wasn’t wearing under that dress had his pulse pounding with a possessive need he knew he had no right to feel.

Riding that possessive high, he cupped her ass and squeezed, hard enough to send her legs kicking as she yelped in protest. “You asked what happens if you refuse to do as you’re told. This is what happens to naughty girls who don’t listen to their Daddies.”