Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Frankie

The moment they stepped through the doors, she was met with the sounds of sex and depravity. Pausing on the steps, she craned her neck to get a better view of what was happening below her, but there was too much going on all at once for her to really take it in.

“Francesca.”

Steel rippled beneath Holden’s tone, and she tore her eyes away from the scenes below her to pout up at him. “But Daddy, I wanna see.”

“You can see after dinner.”

Immovable. That was the first word that sprang to mind when she took in his stony expression. Instinct told her that no amount of pouting or whining was going to get her what she wanted.

It was not a feeling she was well acquainted with.

For the first time, doubt began to slither through her mind, dark little clouds of it that threatened to overshadow the happiness and excitement she’d been riding high on ever since she’d met him.

What if she wasn’t cut out to be a submissive after all? Sure, she enjoyed being dominated by him in bed, but she was headstrong and stubborn. Too stubborn for her own good, according to her parents.

Wouldn’t a man like him, a man who got off on being in charge, prefer someone who could actually do as she was told without a fight?

Shoving aside those uncomfortable thoughts for later, she sighed quietly and turned to resume her trek up the stairs. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Ugh, she hated how much she enjoyed those two words and the low, growly way he said them. On the other hand, maybe her enjoyment of them meant she was actually cut out for this after all.

God this was all so much more confusing than she’d expected it to be.

They took a seat at a corner booth, far away from the few other patrons sitting and chatting in the gorgeous restaurant area of the club. No sooner were they seated than a gorgeous blonde strode over. “Evening, Holden. I see you brought a guest.”

Where the other women had seemed to defer to Holden, this woman didn’t. And there was a different… vibe about her, Frankie decided as she watched the interaction.

“Cordelia, this is Frankie. My guest for the evening and the foreseeable future.”

“I see.” Interest sparkled in the blonde’s stunningly green eyes. “I see you already have wine, so I’ll bring you both some water to go with it. And I’ll leave you alone until you’re ready to order?”

The latter was framed as a question, clearly directed at Holden, who nodded. “I’ll signal when we’re ready. But would you mind bringing us a survey with the water?”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

“What kind of survey?” Frankie asked, sipping at her forgotten wine in an attempt to quell the nerves jittering in her stomach.

“It’s a survey for you to figure out what you might be interested in and what’s absolutely off the table. It is as comprehensive a list as I’ve ever seen, so it will be a bit overwhelming at first. But you don’t have to decide on everything tonight. We’ll take it slow, try out some things you’re excited for first and go from there.”

Before she could quiz him further, Cordelia returned with the promised glasses of water and a stack of papers that had those nerves in Frankie’s stomach going haywire.

How many ways could there possibly be to get kinky?

“Here you go.” Cordelia placed the survey in front of Frankie with a wink. “Have fun, kids. But not too much fun. Unless you’re into that.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Swallowing a large gulp of her wine, Frankie flipped through the introductory paragraphs to the list. And nearly choked at how many different ways there apparently were to get kinky.

“I don’t even know what half of these mean .”

“Then ignore those for now. We’ll stick to the basics and work our way up to some of the more interesting offerings.”

“Uh-huh.” Thankfully, the list kicked right off with things she understood like kissing and oral. All of which she was fine with. Even anal, though it had never been her favorite thing and she couldn’t quite imagine taking Holden’s thick cock there .

Toys, sure. Edging… she wasn’t sure what that was, but since it was in the same section as orgasm denial and orgasm control, she could take an educated guess. “What’s post-orgasm torture?”

A smirk tugged at Holden’s lips. “That’s when you’re so sensitive after an orgasm that being touched feels like torture.”

She cocked a brow. “So, basically what you did to me last night when you made me come like a hundred times even when I was begging you to stop?”

“Exactly like that.” To her surprise, he actually looked a little guilty. “I got a bit carried away with you, and I’m sorry for that. It won’t happen again.”

“Eh, I liked it. No harm, no foul.”

“There could have been.” His voice had gone from playful and teasing to deadly serious in a heartbeat. “Some of the things I enjoy, Frankie, they aren’t for everyone. And the last thing I want is to actually harm you. So we’re going to take it slow and we’re both going to respect your limits from this point forward. Which means you have to take this seriously and you have to be honest with me. Am I making myself clear, Francesca?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Tilting her head to the side, she studied him. “What if I decide calling you Daddy and being spanked are hard limits?”

“You are allowed to put anything you want on your hard limits. Though I can’t deny it will be a disappointment never to hear you call me Daddy again. Or to watch your ass turn that lovely shade of red under my palm.”

“But you like those things. And you’re in charge. Shouldn’t I want to do them if that’s what you like?” Wasn’t that how this whole thing worked? She was the submissive, he was the Dom, so he made the rules. He had the final say in what she could or couldn’t do.

Right?

Wrong, judging by the way Holden’s expression hardened. “No. You should never do something that you’d consider a hard limit just because I, or any other Dom, enjoys it. Your limits are your limits and they are meant to be honored, no matter what.”

Some of the knots in her stomach unraveled, even as the doubt lingered. “But some of this stuff… I don’t even know what it is. How can I know if something is a limit if I haven’t even tried it before?”

“Trust your gut. If we discuss something that you have an immediate ‘No’ reaction to, mark it down as a hard limit. If you’re unsure, mark it down as a ‘Maybe’. We can go through the maybes together and discuss them in further detail. And if you still want to try them, we can. Or I can find you someone in the club to give you a demonstration if it’s something I’m not trained in, such as fire play.”

“ Fire ? People get set on fire here?”

He chuckled, a low, amused sound that sent the butterflies in her stomach dancing. “That’s not exactly how it works. You’d have to watch it in action to understand, really. The next time there’s a demonstration here or another club within driving distance, I’ll take you if you want.”

“I don’t know if I want to watch people get set on fire.”

“Then mark it down as a limit and we won’t do it.”

“It’s really as simple as that? I say no and that’s that?”

“Yes. Keeping in mind that you are allowed to change your mind. There are plenty of people who think something is a hard limit at first and change their minds later. Or who think they’ll be into something only to discover it’s either physically or mentally beyond their limits. That list is as fluid as you need it to be, Francesca.”

Okay. Well, that took some of the pressure off, at least. “All right. Let’s get started. Got a pen?”

Grinning, he pulled a sleek black pen from a pocket of his suit jacket. “That’s my girl.”

Frankie

“How the hell am I supposed to know if I want to be choked ?”

Seated cross-legged on her bed the day after Holden had introduced her to the club, she found herself once again scanning the survey she’d partially filled out with him the night before. They’d only gotten through a couple of the sections before she’d gotten so overwhelmed he’d made her put the survey away so they could eat.

And when she’d snuck a peek at it while he was in the bathroom, he’d bent her over the table and spanked her, right in front of everyone. ‘Public play’ had been one of the first limits they’d discussed, and she’d enthusiastically marked it down as a ‘Yes’, though she’d questioned her sanity when he’d spanked her in the middle of the restaurant like that.

Mostly because, even now, the memory of being bent over with her ass on display, her Daddy’s hard hand punishing her bare skin while a room full of people watched on made her really fucking hot .

What the hell was wrong with her?

Maybe nothing, if the survey was anything to go by. Because why would they even need surveys and clubs and all that jazz if lots of people weren’t into this stuff? Surely she couldn’t be that weird if other people were doing it.

She was neck-deep in the philosophical musings of the kinky world when her phone rang. Seeing Lottie’s name on the display, she hit the button to answer. There’d been a bit of a snafu with Lottie’s credit cards at brunch that morning and she’d gone home to investigate. Hopefully she was calling with good news. “Hey, Lottie baby. Figure out what’s going on with your accounts?”

Her question was greeted with silence, and then the sound of Lottie’s mournful wail piercing the air.

Frankie leapt from her bed and ran for her closet, grabbing the first pair of shoes she could reach. “Oh, honey. I’m on my way. Do you want me to bring the girls?”

“No! J-just y-you,” Lottie managed to choke out between gulping sobs.

“All right. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

She ended the call and grabbed her purse, then raced down the stairs and out the front door. Luckily her car hadn’t been moved to the garage yet, so she didn’t have to waste any more time than necessary getting to her bestie.

What could Lottie possibly have found to make her cry like that? Lottie could be a little dramatic at times, though she had nothing on Portia who often took her role as the ‘Hollywood transplant’ to heart. But something in Frankie’s gut told her Lottie wasn’t just overreacting this time.

A short drive later, she parked in the Duvalls’ driveway and all but vaulted herself out of the car and toward Lottie’s front door.

She found Lottie sitting on her bed, her face freshly washed and her makeup reapplied in an obvious attempt to hide how hard she’d been crying. But there was no amount of concealer that could hide the redness rimming her eyes.

“You poor thing.” Rushing across the room, she threw her arms around Lottie, pulling her into a tight hug. “Tell Mama Frankie all about it.”

Lottie pulled back, her eyes watering as she let out a shuddering breath. “We’re broke, Frankie.”

Shock had Frankie’s mouth falling open. “Broke? What do you mean, broke ?”

“From what I can tell, my dad has a serious gambling problem. I checked all the credit cards, the bank accounts, everything. It’s not all gone but we’re so fucking far in the hole, Frankie. And almost all of our bills are overdue. We’re going to lose everything.”

“Well, first of all, no you’re not. So stop thinking like that. We’ll figure… something out.” What, she didn’t know, but there had to be a solution.

Legares didn’t lose. And right now, that statement extended to Lottie, because Frankie was damn well going to make it her mission to fix this.

Somehow.

“I just don’t know what to do.” Groaning, Lottie closed her eyes, her head dropping into her hands in such a defeated gesture it made Frankie’s chest ache. “I mean, I could get a job, obviously. I don’t mind working. But I’d need to be making six figures at least to even begin paying down those cards, and even with that it would still take forever.”

“And in the meantime, your dad would still be there, gambling away what little money you have left.” Anger burned hot and fierce in Frankie’s veins. “I can’t believe he did this to you!”

“I can’t be mad at him. You haven’t seen him, Frankie. He’s so lost without mom.”

Lottie’s mother had passed a few years ago, and it was true her father seemed rather at sea without the love of his life by his side. But as far as Frankie was concerned, that didn’t excuse what he’d done. Not even a little.

“Well, I damn well can be mad at him. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. So there.”

Sniffling back a fresh wave of tears, Lottie leaned on Frankie’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

“No problem, honey.” Money. Lottie needed money.

Kinda wish I hadn’t already gotten my cherry popped. I heard some girl got paid like four hundred thousand for hers.

It wasn’t a great solution. And Frankie wasn’t even sure it was a legal one. But it was a solution of sorts, and she had to do something to help poor Lottie.

And Holden had only said she’d be in trouble if he caught her near the auction. He never said anything about her friends.

Clinging to that shred of hope that this wouldn’t all blow up in her face somehow, Frankie cleared her throat.

“I, ah, may have a solution for you.”