Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Holden

He should stop. He should pull back, give her some room to breathe.

But he couldn’t. Everything about her invaded his senses, calling out to him like the siren he’d pegged her as the moment he spotted her. And he knew he couldn’t stop now even if his life depended on it.

Pinning her to the bed, he took her to the edge again, sending her flying a fourth time as she sobbed out his name. As she begged her Daddy for mercy.

Mercy he had no desire to give.

Five. Six. Seven. Over and over again he forced pleasure on her, until her cries and pleas for mercy turned to incoherent whimpers and moans.

Then, and only then, did he finally give into the urge to claim her. To sink into her waiting heat as her pussy spasmed around him yet again.

Eight.

Tiny. She was so goddamn tiny beneath him, and the knowledge that he could so easily break her only fed the beast inside him. The one he usually kept chained up where it couldn’t hurt anyone. Least of all fragile little things like her.

“Look at me, Francesca.”

Buried to the hilt inside her, he held there, savoring the feel of her wrapped around him as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the glazed brown of her irises. If there had ever been a more perfect picture of a woman delirious with pleasure, he’d never seen it.

Maybe that would be enough to keep his soul from being damned for what he was about to do to her.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he murmured, lowering his head to brush a kiss across her flushed cheek. “I want you to know that.”

“W-why?”

“Because you’re sure as fuck not going to feel like a good girl by the time I’m done with you.”

Her eyes went wide a moment before he flexed his hips, slamming into her with enough force to make her cry out. Arching up beneath him, she screamed as he fucked her just as he’d promised.

Fast.

Brutal.

Filthy .

For the first time in a very long time, he loosened the chains on the beast. Let him free, just a bit. Just enough to scratch that long-ignored itch as he branded his woman with every punishing thrust.

Until, finally, he filled her one last time, emptying himself deep inside her, the ragged sound of his breaths mingling with her soft whimpers and sobs as he collapsed beside her.

With the beast at least somewhat placated, he gathered her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her sweat-slicked forehead. “Shh. Daddy’s got you, little siren. You’re safe.”

He was just starting to worry he’d actually hurt her when she curled into him, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she nestled her head in the crook of his shoulder.

“That was…” She let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t even have words.”

“Are you hurt?”

Pushing up to look down at him, she cocked a fiery eyebrow. “Do I sound hurt?”

“No.” Unable to resist touching her, he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. “But I was rough with you.”

“Hell yeah, you were. It was fucking amazing.”

Relief washed over him, easing the worry. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I’m definitely going to be walking funny for a few days, but holy cow, was it worth it. I have never come that hard in my fucking life.” Wiggling over him, she straddled his hips, the heat of her pussy making his cock twitch despite the fact he’d just come inside her and he wasn’t as young as he once was. “Next time, I wanna be on top, though.”

“On top, yes. In charge, no.”

“Aw.” Her bottom lip puffed out in a perfectly practiced pout. “That’s not fair.”

“Fair or not, that’s how it is.” Cupping her ass in hands, he gave her cheeks a hard squeeze, making her squeal with indignation. “I am not an easy man, Francesca. When you’re with me, I make the rules. You follow the rules. That’s how it goes.”

“And if I don’t follow the rules, you’ll spank me again?”

The mischievous light in her eyes told him she wouldn’t mind one bit if that was the case. “Sometimes. But believe me when I say, I have no shortage of ways to remind you who’s in charge.”

“That sounds… delicious,” she said with a sly smile.

“Sometimes. If you’re only playfully naughty. But if you’re very naughty, I can promise you won’t find the punishments I give you the least bit delicious.”

Hands braced on his chest, she tilted her head to the side, studying him. “That almost sounds like you’re looking for more than a one-night stand.”

“Would that be so bad?”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and he swore he could see the wheels turning in her head. “A Legare never agrees to anything without knowing the terms.”

“Good girl.”

Happiness lit her eyes at his praise. “So…” Sliding her hands up his chest, she leaned down, her red curls teasing his skin. “What are your terms, Daddy ?”

This was a bad idea. Taking her home for a night had been more an indulgence than he should have taken.

Making her his, subjecting her to all the filthy, depraved things he craved?

Unforgivable.

And yet, he couldn’t resist her siren call.

“There’s a club downtown. The kind of club where men like me go to… play.”

“Men like you?” Her eyes lit with curiosity. “You mean gorgeous men with giant cocks?”

He was not blushing just because a pretty girl complimented him. He was a goddamn Marine for fucks sake. “I mean men who like to hurt pretty little girls with smart mouths.”

“Oooh, sounds fun. Sign me up.”

Damn girl had no sense of self-preservation.

Thank god.

“I’ll take you. Tomorrow night. And then we can discuss my terms.”

“It’s a date.”

Frankie

What the hell was she supposed to wear to a kink club?

Standing in her expansive closet, she slowly turned a circle, scanning her options. Holden had just told her to wear whatever made her feel comfortable, which was exactly zero help.

She didn’t want to be comfortable. She wanted to knock his fucking socks off.

The worst part was, she couldn’t even ask any of her friends. Portia would probably faint dead away at the mention of a kink club. Lottie, bless her, still had her virginity firmly intact so it was doubtful she even knew what a kink club was .

Eva might know. But even if she did, she’d get that little line between her brows, the one that said she thought Frankie was being reckless and irresponsible again.

Frankie hated that little fucking line.

So she was on her own. Again.

That wasn’t entirely fair, and she felt a prick of guilt even as she thought it. Her friends had been there through the hardest times in her life. They’d visited her in rehab and joined forces to drown out her mother’s snide comments about her body when she’d returned home a solid twenty pounds heavier, and healthier than she’d been in years.

They were amazing and Frankie loved them with all her heart. But sometimes… sometimes it felt like she was sitting just on the outside of the friend group. Watching, but never quite a part of it.

Shaking off the melancholy thoughts, she focused again on her wardrobe, reaching for a strapless emerald-green dress that not only highlighted what little curves she had, but practically made her skin glow in contrast. The shimmery, silky material was stunning in any lighting, so no matter what the inside of this club looked like, she was guaranteed to make an impression.

And an impression, it certainly made. At least on her mother, who wrinkled her nose when Frankie waltzed downstairs two hours later. “I’m headed out. Don’t wait up!”

“Dressed like that, Francesca?” Delphine Legare’s tone was, as usual, brimming with barely hidden disdain. “Don’t you want something a little more… flattering, dear?”

Running a hand over the slight swell of her belly that was the bane of Delphine’s existence, Frankie breathed in deep, her therapist’s answer to the panic tightening its tentacles around her chest. “I probably won’t be home until late. Have a good evening, mother.”

My weight does not determine my worth. My weight does not determine my worth. My weight does not determine my worth.

Running her mantras through her head, she grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the front door. If she’d timed it right, and if Holden was as punctual as she expected him to be, he should be pulling up right about…

Now. Relief flooded her system when she opened the door and found his SUV pulling into the driveway. Slamming the door behind her, she raced down the front steps and yanked open the passenger door before he even had a chance to unbuckle.

“Hi!” Her voice was too bright, too high, but hopefully he wouldn’t notice. “I was ready on time for once. You should feel honored.”

From the driver’s side seat, Holden frowned, his dark eyes hidden by a pair of designer sunglasses. “What’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing’s wrong. I’m just excited to get to the club. Let’s go!”

For a moment, she thought he was going to argue with her. Instead, he simply leaned over and grabbed her seatbelt, like he had the night before. Which absolutely did not give her butterflies in her tummy. Absolutely not.

When she was buckled in, he put the car back in drive and followed the horseshoe of her driveway out onto the street. They drove in silence for a solid fifteen minutes before he pulled into the parking lot of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.

Nerves crept up her spine as he parked and killed the engine. Without a word for her, he climbed out of the driver’s side seat, shutting the door behind him. She watched through the windshield as he rounded the hood, and a moment later her door opened. “Get out of the car, please, Francesca.”

“Um, no, thank you. I’ve seen this horror movie. I know how this ends.”

To her surprise, one corner of his mouth kicked up in a smirk. “I’m not going to murder you, little siren. We’re just going to have a discussion.”

“Why do I have to get out of the car for this discussion?”

“Because you can either have it over my knee in private, or you can have it while strapped to a bench at the club while complete strangers watch your Daddy turn your ass red. Your choice.”

Well, as hot as he made the second option sound, she wasn’t sure she was quite ready for that level of public humiliation just yet. Sure, she loved being the center of attention but… not like that, thank you very much.

“Privacy, please.”

“Good girl. Now get out of the truck.”