Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Holden

She was perfection. Heaven in his arms, with her arousal coating his hand as she struggled to keep quiet despite the pleasure he was tormenting her with. Fingernails digging into his flesh, she bucked her hips against his hand, clearly seeking release.

“Naughty girl,” he growled in her ear. “Daddy decides when you get to come. Not you.”

Pulling his hand away, he tugged her dress back down, and he had to swallow a laugh at the annoyed huff she let out. “Come on. Let’s see what else you might enjoy watching.”

“You’re mean,” she whispered sulkily, pouting up at him in a way that actually looked genuine rather than for show. “Are you going to make me wait all night?”

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Ugh. That’s just… just mean !”

There was such righteous indignation in her tone, he nearly laughed. Pulling her into a dark corner, out of the way of the scenes happening around them, he grabbed her wrists in one hand, pinning her against the wall behind them. He shoved his free hand between her legs, watching in delight as fear flickered in her eyes.

“Whose collar is that wrapped around your pretty little throat, Francesca?”

“Yours,” she whispered, her breath catching as he pushed two fingers inside her tight channel.

“That’s right. And who am I?”

“D-Daddy.”

A possessiveness he’d never felt swelled inside him at her stammered response. “And if Daddy wants to keep you on edge all night, wet and needy and aching for Daddy’s cock, what are you going to do about it?”

He watched the struggle play out in her eyes. Francesca Legare wasn’t the type of woman used to submitting. But something in her wanted to, desperately, or else she would have told him to fuck off a long time ago.

“Answer me, Francesca.” Pumping his fingers inside her, he ground the heel of his hand against her clit, making her arch up into him. “Are you going to pout and whine all night? Or are you going to be Daddy’s good girl and take what I give you?”

“Can’t I do both?”

Sassy and bratty, even when she was out of her mind with need. That shouldn’t have been so alluring, and yet he was beginning to think her bratty ways might be a drug he’d never get out of his system.

“No. Because if you continue pouting and whining, I’ll assume you don’t want your orgasms. Time to choose, Francesca. Keep being a brat, or be a good girl for your Daddy. What’s it going to be?”

Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, telling him she was dangerously close to an orgasm already. His sweet, responsive little brat.

“I’ll be your good girl,” she finally whispered, her cheeks flaming red even in the dark.

“That’s what I thought.” Pulling his fingers from her, he saw the disappointment flare in her eyes as he raised the arousal-soaked digits to her mouth. “Look at this mess you made all over Daddy’s fingers. Be a good girl and clean it up.”

Her bottom lip trembled, just slightly, before she slowly parted her lips to welcome him in.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pushing his fingers deeper into her mouth. “Fuck, you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my fingers. I can’t wait to see what you look like sucking my cock. Do you want that, greedy girl? Do you want to take Daddy’s cock down that pretty throat of yours?”

She moaned, the muffled sound vibrating around his fingers and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to put her on her knees right then and there.

“Soon, baby. Soon you can have Daddy’s cock any way your heart desires. In the meantime…” He pulled his fingers free and loosened his grip on her wrists, pulling her close so he could press a slow, deep kiss to her lips. “We haven’t finished our tour.”

Frankie

This man was going to be the death of her. Imagine her parents’ horror when the press got wind that their beloved daughter, on the brink of becoming a world-renowned surgeon, had been fucked to death at a sex club.

Picturing the absolute shit-fit her mother would throw had a giggle bubbling up in Frankie’s chest. When it burst free, Holden looked down at her, one eyebrow raised in that way he had that made her tummy do flips worthy of a spot on the USA Olympic gymnastics team.

“Care to share with the class, Francesca?”

There was a hint of censure in his tone, just enough to have her stomach doing more of those delicious flips and turns as she smirked up at him. “Just imagining my parents’ reactions if they ever found out I was at a sex club.”

“Ah.” To her surprise, a rare smile teased at the corners of his lips. “I assume they wouldn’t approve.”

“Are you kidding me?” She pitched her voice up to the nasally whine she’d perfected over the years for her impersonation of Delphine. “‘Don’t you care about your reputation, Francesca?’ ‘Legares don’t debase themselves for others’ amusement, Francesca’ ‘Think of the family, Francesca’.”

“That sounds… exhausting.”

It was the genuine sympathy in his tone that made her heart trip in her chest. So many people would take one look at her and assume her issues with her parents amounted to nothing more than ‘champagne problems’. The fact that he could see her pain so clearly was something she hadn’t anticipated.

Nor was her reaction to being seen by him.

“It is,” she said with a deliberately nonchalant shrug. “But I’ve learned to cope.”

Granted, her ‘coping’ had eventually landed her in a very expensive rehab center, where she’d fought her way back from the literal brink of death thanks to a rather severe eating disorder. But she was better now, and she had actually learned a lot of real coping skills in rehab that didn’t include punishing her body for simply existing.

Shoving away the unpleasant memories, she tilted her head back and leaned into him, deepening her smile into something more inviting. “When’s it our turn, Daddy?”

A wicked gleam shimmered in his eyes. “So eager for me to hurt you, little siren?”

“Eager to see if I enjoy as much as everyone else here seems to. And for you to fuck me into a mindless little pile of goo the way you did the other night.”

“Fair enough. Let’s see if we can find an open cross.”

“Cross? Are you planning to crucify me?” Was that a thing? Surely not. Unless it was with rope or something.

God, she was so in over her head.

“Nothing quite so dramatic, little siren,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “You know that device Diego was strapped to earlier? The two metal bars set up in an X formation?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“That’s called a St. Andrew’s cross. I’m going to hook your wrists to it, like Diego, and we’re going to play with a few of the floggers I have in my play bag.”

“Right. Right.” He’d told her all this, explained it in detail over dinner. “Got it.”

Slowing to a stop in the middle of the floor, he turned to grip her chin between his fingers. Why that simple gesture calmed her racing heart almost immediately, she had no idea. But she didn’t hate it. “What’s your safeword if you get overwhelmed and need a break?”

“Yellow.” He’d also grilled that into her over dinner. Green for go, yellow to slow down, red to stop completely.

“And what color are you right now?”

“Green.” Just a very nervous shade of green. What would that be? Chartreuse?

The grip on her chin tightened, sending a wave of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. “And you’ll tell me if that changes.”

Not a question. An order. One she might have been tempted to defy if he hadn’t also drummed the importance of her safewords into her. And if she wasn’t so damn nervous about taking things to the next level. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll tell you.”

His expression softened, though not quite enough to call it a smile. “Good girl.” Lifting his head, he looked around the room, and now it was a smile that graced his devastatingly handsome face. The smile of a wolf who’d just located its prey, and it sent another of those lovely little thrills through her veins. “There’s a free platform over to our left. I’m going to get my bag and get set up there. I want you to use the bathroom and then come straight back to the platform. Say ‘Yes, Daddy’ if you understand.”

“I don’t need to use the bathroom.” And it was more than a little embarrassing to be told to do so like a child.

“Did any part of what I just said sound like a suggestion, Francesca?”

Steel rippled beneath his words, telling her she was pushing her luck. And while she was tempted to do so, just to see what happened, she had enough self-preservation not to do so when she was so clearly out of her depth. “No, not really.”

“Then do as you’re told.”

“Ugh, fine . But I really don’t need to go.”

“Francesca.” A warning, one that had her ass instinctively clenching in defense. Which reminded her rather uncomfortably of the plug lodged there.

“I’m going, I’m going, sheesh.”

But just as she was turning to leave and ‘do as she’d been told’, a hand clamped around her throat, pulling her back against the solid wall of muscles that was his body. “Is that how you answer me, little girl?” he growled in her ear.

A whimper rose in her throat, but she managed to swallow it down. “No, Daddy.”

“When I give you an order, what is the appropriate response?”

Fear, hot, primal and all-encompassing flooded her body. This giant of a man had her pinned against him, his huge hand around her throat. She’d always been small, but never in her life had she felt so… breakable. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Much better. The next time you forget, you will forfeit your right to come tonight. Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. You may go.”

As soon as he released her, she hurried off toward the large signs at the back of the club indicating the bathrooms. In the brightly lit room, she stared at her reflection, taking in her too-wide, too-bright eyes. Her bottom lip trembled as she raised a hand to her neck, brushing her fingers over where his collar had dug into her skin when he’d gripped her.

He could kill her if he wanted to. It would take nothing for a man of his size to simply crush her windpipe. To end her, without a second thought.

And yeah, that scared her. Fucking terrified her, if she was being honest. But more than that…

It aroused her.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

One of the stall doors behind her swung open, and Frankie jumped at the sudden, unexpected sight of the bright-haired receptionist appearing in the reflection with her.

“Hey, are you okay?” In the mirror, Vivian’s expression turned concerned as she stepped up to the sink beside Frankie. “You look upset.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Thanks.”

Sympathy flashed across Vivian’s face. “Just a little overwhelmed?”

“You could say that,” Frankie answered with a shaky laugh. “This whole place is… a lot.”

“It is. And so is Holden. But he’s a good guy and a good Dom. You’re safe with him.”

Safe. Right. Because even if he physically could crush her windpipe, he wouldn’t. He might want to hurt her in ways she had never imagined, but he wouldn’t hurt her like that. Not in a way she couldn’t come back from.

“Thanks. That helps a lot, actually. It’s kinda scary, you know? Giving someone permission to do those things to you.”

“It is. But just remember, at the end of the day, the decision to go through with whatever he has planned for you rests in your hands. You have complete control, even if it doesn’t feel like it.”

“Right.” Frankie blew out a deep breath. “I have control.”

Vivian glanced down at her wrist and grimaced. “Sorry to abandon you, but I need to get back to the front desk and relieve Shane. My break’s almost over.”

“Thanks for your help. Oh, wait!” Spinning around, Frankie clamped a hand on the other woman’s shoulder. “I meant to ask you about something.”

Curiosity sparkled in the pale gray of Vivian’s eyes. “What’s that?”

“The auction you and the other girls were talking about last night. Say someone was interested in signing up for it. Is there like a website or something?” She’d nearly forgotten about her promise to Lottie with everything else going on.

“There is, but I don’t know how to get to it.”

“Well… shit.” So much for that plan.

“But Ivy and Cordelia would know. Ivy’s the one who looks a bit like a fairy princess. Cordelia is her Domme, a good bit taller, looks like the cheerleaders we all loved to hate in high school.”

“Perfect. I’ll see if I can track them down.”

“They’re working tonight so if you pop upstairs, they should be around.” Vivian nibbled at her bottom lip, her gaze darting back and forth like she was scanning the room for spies. “Just, ah, make sure you run it by Holden first. Daddies tend to be very protective of their babygirls and he’s more possessive than most. I can’t see him being okay with you wanting to auction yourself off like that.”

“It’s for a friend, but thanks. I will definitely keep that in mind.”

“Good.” Relief washed over Vivian’s face. “I would not want to get on Holden’s bad side by giving you information he doesn’t want you to have.”

“You’re safe, I promise.”

“Thanks. Enjoy your scene.”

“I will.” Looking back at her reflection, Frankie grinned. “I absolutely will.”