Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Frankie
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Alarm bells rang in her head, far too late. She was already over this giant’s knee, her ass bare, and she knew damn well she couldn’t fight him off if she tried.
Red! Say Red!
That was supposed to stop him. He’d said he would honor her safeword if she used it.
But she didn’t want to use it.
Some part of her, a part her feminist side was currently recoiling in horror from, liked feeling so small. So helpless.
And then the pain came.
Exploding across her backside, hundreds of little needles stabbing her skin as his huge, hard hand slammed against her ass. “Holy fuck, that hurt! Holden, it’s too hard!”
“What are you supposed to call me, Francesca?”
Daddy. Maybe if she called him Daddy, he’d stop spanking her and fuck her instead.
But the same part of her that was enjoying the trapped, helpless feeling wasn’t quite ready to give in. “Let me go, you big oaf!”
“If you want this to stop, you know how to make it stop. Until then, you are going to get the spanking you’ve earned, little siren.”
Another hard swat landed, and she couldn’t quite stop herself from crying out at the pain. “Ow! That really fucking hurts!”
“At the risk of sounding cliche”—he spanked her again, and she howled at the fresh wave of pain radiating across her ass—“spankings are meant to hurt.”
Over and over he swatted her, and no matter how hard she fought or kicked or wiggled, his hold on her never budged. And with every swat, the heat in her backside grew hotter and hotter.
Until, finally, she collapsed over his lap, too exhausted to fight him any longer. “Okay, okay, you win! I’ll be good! Ow! I said I’d be good, you sonofa?—”
“Finish that sentence and you’ll be choking on my cock after I welt your bottom with my belt, little girl.”
“Ugh. Fine. But you didn’t have to hit me again! I gave in!”
Cupping her bottom with his large hand, he squeezed, and a whine slipped from her lips at the renewed pain. “Just making sure the lesson sinks in.” His chest vibrated with his low, wicked laughter. “Now, what are you going to call me from this point on, Francesca?”
“I’ll call you the freaking pope if you want me to!”
“Francesca…”
The warning was clear in his tone, and for once, she heeded it. “Daddy. I’ll call you Daddy!”
“Good girl.”
Oh, man. She really, really should not like that. It was cliched and ridiculous. But her pussy spasmed at his praise all the same.
And then spasmed again when he slid his hand down between her thighs, shoving her thong to one side and filling her with one thick finger.
“Come for me, little siren. Come for Daddy.”
Like she had a fucking choice? Pleasure was already coiling inside her, and it only took a few strokes of his finger inside her for it to snap. She came, bucking over his knee as she screamed out her release.
“Such a responsive little thing, aren’t you?” His tone was a mixture of pride and awe that had her pussy spasming around his fingers again as he continued stroking her, drawing her pleasure out. “That was fucking beautiful, baby. And you’re going to do it again, but this time while you ride my face.”
“Deal,” she agreed with a breathless laugh as she scrambled up off his lap. Despite the burning in her ass and the fact that he’d just given her a pretty spectacular orgasm, she was more than ready for whatever else he wanted to throw at her.
So she stripped down to nothing while he settled on the bed, watching her with a hungry gaze that promised exactly what he’d told her in the car. That he was going to devour her.
Forget silver fox. He was a wolf, just as he’d claimed, and she was Little Red Riding Hood walking straight into his trap.
Riding high on excitement and need, she climbed up onto the bed with him, straddling his head as she lowered her dripping pussy to his mouth. With another man, she might have worried she was too heavy, that she might smother him. But Holden was so fucking huge, she figured she had as much chance of hurting him as a kitten.
And then he grabbed her ass, his thick fingers digging into her heated flesh, and all those worries disappeared from her head in a flash as pleasure once more flooded her system. Gripping the thick wooden headboard in front of her, she ground herself against his mouth as he feasted.
Need coiled inside her, tighter and tighter with every swipe of his clever tongue over her clit. Until she was frantic, riding his tongue for all she was worth, pushing herself closer and closer to that shimmering peak.
“Oh, god. Just like that. Yes, yes, yes! ” A scream ripped from her throat as a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over her, drowning her in sensation.
She was done. Wrecked, beyond anything she’d ever experienced with a man, or on her own for that matter.
But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause, and no matter how she shifted or wriggled against his hold, she couldn’t escape the onslaught of pleasure.
“Holden, stop! I’m done, I’m done!”
Pain, sharp and crisp, exploded across her right cheek, surprising a squeal out of her. And even though he hadn’t said anything, she understood the message, loud and clear.
“ Daddy , stop!” To her utter humiliation, the demand came out more as a pleading whine. “I can’t take any more, please!”
Holden’s hands shifted from her ass to her hips, and a moment later she was lifted from his face to sit on his chest. Beard glistening with her juices, he should have looked ridiculous. Disheveled, even. Instead he just looked even more gorgeous than before.
Totally not fair.
“What’s your safeword, little siren?” he asked, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than before.
Right. Her safeword. Um… “Red.”
“Do you need to use your safeword?”
“I… don’t actually know. I’ve never had to before.”
“Then let me rephrase that. Are you in any physical, emotional, or mental distress?”
“Well, no, but?—”
He cut her off with a single raised brow. “Do you need me to stop in order to avoid causing you any physical, emotional, or mental distress?”
“I guess not.” Dammit, why did he have to be so specific?
“Then get your ass back up here, little girl. I haven’t finished my meal.”
Crossing her arms, she glared down at him. “And what if I don’t want to?”
“In that case, I can only assume your bottom isn’t sore enough.”
Another spanking or continue getting her pussy eaten by a man who actually knew what he was doing? It would be an easy call under most circumstances. But she was already feeling tender, and giving in felt too much like… well, like giving in.
Like losing .
And Legares didn’t lose.
“You can’t just threaten to beat me every time I say no, Holden.”
“Can’t I?”
In a move so fast it literally made her head spin, he flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her hands against the mattress over her head with one hand, while the other cupped her ass.
“Say ‘Red’, Frankie. Tell me to fuck off, and you can leave. I’ll call you a car to take you back to the club and you’ll never see me again.”
She might have done exactly that, if it hadn’t been for the hint of desperation in his voice. Like he wanted her to tap out.
Why?
That single question kept her from giving in to the urge to flee. “I’m not weak, Holden. I can take whatever you give me.”
“Oh, little siren. That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man like me.”
Once again, her entire ass felt like she’d sat on a hot stove and she instinctively fought against his hold as he spanked her over and over.
“What do you call me, Francesca?”
“Daddy!” she screamed, kicking her feet against the mattress. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
But instead of releasing her as she’d hoped, he only shifted the focus of his swats to the tops of her thighs. Tears burned behind her eyelids at the fresh, exquisite pain.
“And when Daddy gives you an order, what do you do?”
“I’ll listen, I’ll listen, I promise!”
“Good girl. Let’s make sure the lesson sticks this time.”
She discovered, much to her horror, that he’d actually been holding back. The next round of swats was heavier, faster, and it only took a few for the tears she’d been fighting to break free on a sob. “I’m sorry !”
A dozen more swats landed before he stopped and cupped her aching ass in his palm. “There we go,” he murmured, giving the burning flesh a gentle squeeze. “Are you ready to be my good girl now, little siren?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
Without breaking his hold on her wrists, he managed to flip her onto her back. Frankie hissed as her abused bottom pressed against the mattress, but when she tried to arch up to alleviate the pressure, Holden stopped her with a look.
“Stop fidgeting, Francesca.”
“But it hurts,” she whined, shifting her hips to the left ever so slightly. Anything to relieve the persistent ache in her ass.
“Good. Maybe that will help you remember what happens to naughty little girls who disobey their Daddies.”
Absolutely nothing about that statement should have been hot. And yet, her pussy spasmed, silently begging to be filled as he lectured her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied with a deliberately pitiful sniffle.
Sliding his hand up her leg, Holden cupped her pussy, pushing one thick finger inside her. “Someday, I’ll teach you to hold out until I give you permission to come. Until then, I want you to see how many orgasms I can wring out of you. I think we’re up to two already.” A sly smile curved his lips when she cried out, her pussy clamping down around his finger as pleasure shattered her from the inside out. “Make that three.”
“Three’s enough. More than enough.”
“Oh, my naughty little siren. Three is just barely getting started.”