Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Holden

Looking down at his watch again, Holden frowned. Frankie had been gone for nearly fifteen minutes now.

Where the hell had she gone?

He was just about to send someone into the ladies’ room to look for her when he spotted her fiery-red ponytail bobbing down the steps.

So his naughty little siren had taken a detour.

That’s going to cost you, little girl.

“Sorry!” Flashing a bright smile, Frankie hurried up the steps of the platform to stand in front of him. “I got a little turned around coming out of the bathroom.”

“I see.” Cocking his head to the side, he studied her for a moment before taking a slow, deliberate step forward.

Worry flickered in Frankie’s eyes, though she managed to keep her smile in place as he advanced on her.

“And that’s all? You didn’t leave the pit for anything?”

“Nope. Like I said, just got a little turned around.”

Sliding a hand around the back of her neck, he gripped her as firmly as he dared without possibly leaving bruises. More of that delicious fear came to life in her eyes, and his cock jerked painfully against the zipper of his pants in response. “I generally do not tolerate brats, little siren. But you amuse me, so I’ve been willing to let some of your behavior slide. There is, however, one thing I will never, ever tolerate from my submissive. Do you know what that is, Francesca?”

Her tongue darted out, a flash of pink wetting her lips as she swallowed audibly. “No, Daddy.”

“Lying.” He paused, giving the word time to land, giving her time to fully absorb the implications of what he’d just said. And he watched in delight as her expression turned from vague worry to something bordering on panic. “So, congratulations, little girl. You’ve just earned your very first public punishment.”

Eyes going round with a mixture of fear and excitement he found unbelievably intoxicating, Frankie jerked against his hold. “I didn’t lie!”

“You’re only making it worse on yourself by denying it. Now, tell Daddy why you went upstairs.”

“How did you know I—” Catching herself, she rolled her lips together. “I mean… What makes you think I went upstairs?”

“I have my ways.” Let her worry about that. Maybe if she thought he had spies in the club—which easily could, if he so chose—she’d be better behaved in the future. “Tell me why you disobeyed me, Francesca.”

“It sounds bad when you put it like that,” she said, her voice pitching up to a whine. “I didn’t mean to disobey, I just needed to talk to someone.”

“What was so important it was worth disobeying your Daddy for?”

“I had some questions about something. For a friend.”

“About?”

Her chin jerked up, and despite the wariness he could still see in her expression, her eyes blazed with defiance. “It doesn’t concern you.”

“To the contrary, little siren. Everything you do is of great concern to me. You have about thirty seconds to tell me the truth or I will?—”

“Um, Master Holden? Sir?”

Closing his eyes against the irritation prickling his skin, Holden dragged in a deep breath. “Is there a reason you are interrupting my scene, Shane?”

“Yes, Sir. Daddy B wants to speak with you. He said to ask you and your guest to come to his office immediately.”

Braden wouldn’t ask him to come up if it wasn’t important. And yet, Holden was tempted to ignore the request until he’d dealt with his naughty little girl.

But one look at Shane’s earnest expression told him whatever Braden needed couldn’t wait. So he pushed his irritation aside and nodded. “We’ll head right up.”

“Awesome. Thanks.” Shane’s relief was a palpable thing as he hurried off, juggling his ever-present bag of candy corn in his hand.

“All right, little siren. It seems you’ve earned a bit of a reprieve. But once we get back down to the pit, you are going to learn a very hard lesson about disobedience and dishonesty.”

Frankie

What a fucking mess she’d gotten herself into. Not only had she managed to piss off her Daddy, now they were being summoned to the head honcho’s office. And she couldn’t help but think it had something to do with the questions she’d been asking about the virgin auction.

She probably should have waited until she could get her targets alone, but she’d been so worried the right moment would never come along and she’d promised Lottie she’d get the information.

But really. Was it anyone’s business if she wanted to know more about the auction? It sure as hell wasn’t this mysterious ‘Daddy B’s’ concern.

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became with the whole situation. So that by the time Holden knocked on the office door in front of her, she was practically vibrating with righteous annoyance.

“Come in,” a voice called from the other side of the door.

Pushing the door open, Holden stepped inside, removing his hand from Frankie’s neck and placing it at the small of her back to nudge her forward. “You rang?”

The man behind the desk offered up a grim smile and Frankie just barely kept her jaw from dropping to the floor.

Braden Elliott, Lottie’s hot-as-fuck next-door neighbor, was the infamous Daddy B?

Lottie was going to flip when she heard about this.

“Apologies for interrupting your scene, my friend,” Mr. Elliott said, though he didn’t sound very sorry about it all in Frankie’s opinion. “I needed a word with your guest, and I didn’t think you’d be amenable to her being interrogated alone.”

The fury she’d been feeling standing outside his office came flooding back. “Interrogated? What the hell is your problem, Mr. Elliott?”

Her outburst earned her a glare from her Daddy. “Francesca. Quiet.”

Mr. Elliott narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to place her before his expression cleared and a look of surprise swept over his features. “Francesca. Frankie. Frankie Legare?”

“Yes,” Frankie snapped in response, crossing her arms and tilting her chin. Beside her, Holden let out a sound that could only be described as a growl and it took everything she had in her not to back down then and there. “Now, what the hell do you mean ‘interrogation’?”

“ Francesca , mind your manners.”

Whipping her head up, Frankie matched him glare for glare. “My manners? I’m not the one going around threatening to ‘interrogate’ people!”

“To answer your question,” Braden interrupted, cutting off the tirade she’d been ready to launch. “I own this club. And I just have a few questions, then you can be on your way.”

“Fine.” Tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder, Frankie shifted her glare to the man behind the desk. “What do you want to know?”

“Where did you hear about the virgin auction?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

Holden’s hand moved from the small of her back to her neck, where he squeezed hard enough for her to suddenly realize she was being a complete and utter bitch. Which likely did not bode well for her ass.

Shit.

A realization he confirmed with the next words out of his mouth. “Little girl, unless you want to answer Mr. Elliott’s questions with a red-hot bottom, I suggest you tone down the attitude. Now.”

“But Daddy?—”

“One.”

Dammit. Getting spanked down in the pit had seemed exciting, even once he’d declared she’d earned her first public punishment. Being spanked here, in Mr. Elliott’s office felt far too intimate for reasons she couldn’t have explained if she’d tried. And far too embarrassing for words.

Which meant she really only had one option. “I heard about it from some of your employees,” she answered after a long, drawn-out silence.

“Who?” Mr. Elliott asked, his eyes narrowing.

“I don’t know,” she lied. Getting herself in trouble was one thing, but she’d be damned if she’d take the others down with her. “It was the first night Daddy brought me here, when you were reviewing my application. The girl at the front desk said she didn’t know why it was taking so long, and then some other girl came along and said it was because of the auction the club was running and then the front desk girl said she’d heard about it and how some girl got like, an insane amount of money for letting someone pop her cherry.”

“The girl at the front desk—short hair, buzzed on one side, currently some shade of blue I believe?”

Ah, shit. Was there only one front-desk girl? So much for not getting anyone in trouble. “Yes, that’s her,” she admitted reluctantly.

Mr. Elliott smiled approvingly, though it was tight at the edges in a way that told her he wasn’t altogether happy with her answers. “Thank you. One last question. Why were you asking around about the virgin auction?”

“For a friend.” Tilting her chin up again, Francesca glared down her nose at him. “And you can threaten me all you want, but that’s private information and I’m not telling you anything else.”

“Fair enough. You may go.” His smile widened and lost the tightness, making it seem like he was actually enjoying what he was about to say. “I believe your Daddy will be impressing on you the importance of proper manners when addressing other Dominants while you are within the walls of my club. Do I have that right, Holden?”

“Absolutely. Come, Francesca. I think it’s time you learned there’s more than one way to punish a naughty bottom.”

Shit. Widening her eyes enough to bring on tears, she pouted up at him. “But Daddy, I wasn’t even that rude!”

“I beg to differ, little girl.” With his hand still clamped on the back of her neck, he guided her to the office door.

“This totally sucks,” she grumbled as the door swung shut behind them. “I don’t see why I’m in so much trouble for just asking some questions. Nobody told me I couldn’t ask about the auction!”

Stopping at the top of the stairs, Holden turned to look down at her. Under different circumstances, the look of pure shock on his face probably would have been hilarious.

Right at that moment, however, all she could think was how much fucking trouble she must be in.

“You really think you are in trouble for asking questions?”

“Well… sorta.”

“Then let me be very, very clear, little siren.” Tightening his hold on the back of her neck, he drew her closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble that sent shivers of fear racing up her spine. “In a few minutes, you are going to be stripped naked and chained to the cross I had planned to use as your introduction to the flogger. Instead, you will be getting your bare bottom spanked until it is glowing bright red and I am certain you are a very sorry little girl. Then, and only then, will I remove the plug from your bottom. Which I will only be doing so I can fuck your virgin little asshole with one of the many toys in my play bag. When I am convinced you have thoroughly learned your lesson, you will be put on your knees so you can take Daddy’s cock down your throat and wash all those filthy lies from your pretty little mouth.

Now, do you really think I have planned all of this just because you were asking some inappropriate questions?”

Red! Say red!

But she didn’t want to use her safeword. Because as terrifying as the punishment he’d laid out for her sounded, every word from his mouth had only made her hotter and wetter than she’d been before.

And she’d been pretty fucking turned on already.

More than that, he clearly wasn’t upset she’d been asking questions. Which meant she’d fucked up in more ways than she’d realized and she probably deserved everything he had planned.

Guilt churned in her stomach, surprising her even more than the arousal. Their second night at the club, and she’d already disappointed him on several levels. Once again she found herself wondering if she was actually built for this. If she would ever be good enough for a man like him.

Well, she could certainly try, right? And right now, trying meant accepting her punishment with some semblance of grace.

“No, Daddy,” she whispered, dropping her eyes to the floor to avoid meeting his steely gaze.

“No,” he confirmed. “That is not the reason, at all. You’re being punished because you disobeyed my direct orders, you lied to me about it, and then you compounded your naughtiness with your utter rudeness in Braden’s office. That is why you’re going to be punished, and so severely, Francesca. Do you understand now?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m really sorry.”

Gripping her chin, he forced her gaze back up to his, and she couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped when she saw the resolve in his eyes. “Believe me, little siren. You are about to be very, very sorry indeed.”

Fuck.