Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Frankie

She wasn’t used to getting on her knees for anyone. And she definitely wasn’t used to getting on her knees with her ass stuffed full of rubber cock.

But she managed it, albeit awkwardly, and the struggle was all worth it for the approving glint in her Daddy’s eyes when he looked down at her.

Cupping her face in his hand, he brushed a thumb over her cheekbone, wiping away the tears that had slipped from her eyes. “You’ve taken your punishment so well for me, little siren. When we’re done here, it’s all over and you’re forgiven. Can you take this last part for me?”

The thought of swallowing his gigantic cock didn’t exactly appeal, but something inside her simply… stilled at his words. Like her entire life had been leading up to the moment her Daddy told her she’d done well for him. It was peaceful, and she knew without question she would do everything in her power to keep that peace as long as she could.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Pulling his hand away from her face, he unbuckled his belt, the sound ringing in her ears as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. “Open wide, little siren.”

Still riding the high of being told what a good job she’d done, she parted her lips as wide as they would go to welcome him in. The salty taste of his flesh hit her tongue as he pushed deep inside her mouth. Not quite deep enough to trigger her gag reflex, but instinct told her that was coming.

“ Fuck, your mouth feels good, baby. I’m going to go slow this time, but if you can’t breathe or you need me to stop, just tap on my leg. Tap twice if you understand me.”

Lifting her hand to his thigh, she rapped her fingers twice against the rock-hard muscle.

“Good girl.”

The internet was bursting with memes and videos of women drooling over being called a good girl. Frankie had never considered herself one of those women.

Until now.

Everything in her craved his praise like her lungs craved air. As though she might actually die without it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that wasn’t logical, was possibly even a huge red flag.

She didn’t fucking care.

Kneeling at his feet, her bottom full and aching, her mouth stuffed with his cock, she waited for his next instruction as he wrapped her ponytail around his hand.

But as it turned out, she didn’t need to actually do anything. Holden used his hold on her hair to keep her in place as he flexed his hips, pulling his cock almost free from her mouth before driving it back in. Fucking her face with short, shallow strokes.

“You’re such a good girl, Francesca.” His tone no longer held that fake sympathy from before, but a note of pride instead that had her heart swelling in her chest. “Too good to fill this pretty mouth with such filthy lies. I have zero tolerance for dishonesty, and every time you tell a lie, no matter how small, you will end up right back here. On your knees with Daddy’s cock down your throat.”

Tears filled her eyes, both from his lecture and because as he spoke, he thrust even deeper into her mouth. Now she did gag as the tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat, but she didn’t tap out. Didn’t pull away.

Because she was his good girl and she could take whatever her Daddy gave her.

Which she did, though her throat burned and drool slipped from the corners of her mouth as he fucked her face. She took it all, bore it all with pride until, at last, his cock swelled in her mouth and the salty taste of his cum spilled over her tongue.

Chest heaving with his ragged breathing, Daddy smiled down at her. “Swallow every drop so I know those lies are gone for good, Francesca.”

She swallowed, hollowing her cheeks to ensure she got every drop from his cock before he pulled free and tucked himself back into his pants.

“Well done, little siren. Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Holden

Seated the deep leather couch in one of the private aftercare rooms with Frankie wrapped in a blanket on his lap might just be his happy place. The one his therapist had been trying to get him to find for years, the place he could go when the memories and the flashbacks and the panic threatened to immobilize him.

You don’t deserve a happy place. And you sure as hell don’t deserve her.

Shoving the nasty little voice in his head aside, he pressed a kiss to Frankie’s forehead. “How are you feeling, little one?”

“Sore. But… I dunno. Kinda light, too? I don’t know how to explain it, I’ve never really felt like this before.”

“Good. That’s the point of a punishment, to help you let go of the guilt when you’ve done something naughty. It’s behind us now.”

Wiggling up into a sitting position, she winced as her bottom settled on his thigh. “But what if I mess up again?”

“Then we’ll deal with that when it happens. But for now, your slate is clean.”

“Too easy.” Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, little siren. We don’t ever have to talk about this again unless you need to.”

“I’m not used to that.” Dropping her gaze to his chest, she fiddled with the top button of his dress shirt. “My family doesn’t really ‘let things go’. We tend to hold grudges.”

“I imagine that was a difficult environment to be raised in.” And his heart broke for the child she’d been, having all her mistakes held over her head forever.

“It was. Is. My parents have… expectations.”

“Like what?”

“Being the best. Always. Doesn’t matter what I choose to do, as long as I can be at the top of my chosen field.”

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

“You’re not joking. Sometimes I wish…” She trailed off with a shake of her head and a sigh. “Never mind. What about you? What’s your family like?”

He wanted to push her to tell him more, but after the punishment she’d just endured, she was likely feeling very vulnerable and he wasn’t going to exploit that to get his way. There’d be time for digging beneath the pretty polished surface that was Francesca Legare later.

So he focused on answering her questions instead, offering up a smile as he spoke about his own family. “They’re pretty great, honestly. My parents packed everything up a few years ago, moved to Australia of all places. I’ve got twin older sisters who married twin brothers and moved up to New York.”

“Shut up!” Her eyes sparkled with laughter when she jerked her head up to meet his gaze again. “Your twin sisters married twins? Are they all identical?”

“Yup. People magazine did a whole write-up on them when they got married, and again when they had their first kids within like a week of each other.”

“Oooh. You didn’t tell me you were famous. That changes the game a bit.”

Someone was feeling a bit more like herself. Thank god. He’d been hard on her, harder than he should have for a first time, and he’d been starting to worry he’d broken her. Cocking a brow, he fixed her with a mockingly stern glare. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.” Shifting up on to her knees, she straddled him. “I’ve never fucked anyone famous before. Now I can cross it off my bucket list.”

He cupped her ass, drinking in the way her eyes flashed with pain and need when he squeezed. “You can cross fucking anyone else off your list for the foreseeable future, as well.”

“Was that a marriage proposal, Holden Prescott? Because if it was, I’m going to have to demand a do-over. My parents aren’t the only ones with expectations.”

“Ah, well. Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Tossing her head back, she let out a long, loud laugh, and he decided he’d been wrong before. Listening to her laugh, that was definitely his happy place.

“Hot, funny, and really great in bed? Where have you been all my life?”

“Overseas, mostly. I spent half your life in the Marines.” Jesus. He really was a fucking asshole, wasn’t he? She was young enough to be his daughter, and here he was, taking full advantage of her innocence and naivete.

“Really?” Frankie tilted her head to the side, studying him like he was some new species of man she’d never seen before. “That tracks. You’ve got that… hardness about you. So you’re what, retired now?”

Hard. That was one way to put it. “I’m not quite that old. I did about ten years in the Marines, then got out. Started up a security business that does pretty well for itself. The irony of it being I got out of the Marines partially because I was sick of being away from home and now my job takes me all over the world.”

“Best-laid plans, right?” Wiggling against him with a soft hum of pleasure, she pressed her bare pussy against the bulge of his cock. “Not to change the subject, but I would very much like to be fucked now.”

“And I would love nothing more than to let you ride my cock until we both see stars.” Triumph flashed in her eyes, and he almost felt guilty for snuffing it out. “But not so soon after a punishment.”

Her mouth literally fell open, and he nearly laughed out loud at the comical look of shock on her face. “All of that foreplay and you’re not going to fuck me?”

“First of all, it wasn’t foreplay. And if you think it was, then perhaps I didn’t punish you nearly enough. Do we need a do-over, Francesca?”

Pink rose to her cheeks as she whipped her head back and forth. “No, no, I know it wasn’t foreplay. I just meant, like… oh my god, never mind.”

She tried to slide off his lap, but he tightened his grip on her ass, holding her in place. “Tell me what you meant, little siren.”

“I said never mind. If you’re not going to fuck me, then I’d like to get dressed. It’s cold in here.”

It wasn’t, not in the least, and he happened to know that Braden kept the aftercare rooms a bit warmer than the rest of the club, specifically for comfort. “You can get dressed after we talk. What are you so embarrassed about?”

“I am not embarrassed. Legares don’t get embarrassed.”

He hadn’t even known her a week and he was getting really damn tired of hearing what the Legares didn’t do. “Francesca. I don’t want to spank you again, but I will if you refuse to communicate. Now.” Using his hold on her ass, he pulled her closer, meeting her fiery gaze with his own stern glare. “Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

Everything about her seemed to soften at the command, a fact he made note of to keep in his back pocket for future use. “Nothing’s wrong , I guess. It’s just… I know what happened out in the pit was a punishment, but it still turned me on. Like, a lot.”

“Ah. That’s understandable. And completely normal.”

“It is?”

“One hundred percent. And you never have to be embarrassed of your reactions to anything we do, little siren.”

“I already told you, I wasn’t embarrassed. Just clearing things up since you got so snippy about it when I called it foreplay.”

One of them was definitely feeling snippy, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t him. “You’re always welcome to ask me for clarification whenever you need it. Is there anything else I can clear up for you?”

“Yes. Why aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“Because giving you pleasure so soon after a punishment defeats the point. I don’t want you to look back on tonight and remember how good it felt to have Daddy’s cock inside you. I want you to remember the lessons you were taught.”

“But you’ve spanked me and then fucked me before. How’s this any different?”

“Spankings to get your attention or for more playful punishments are different. But whenever you earn a serious punishment, there will be no pleasure for at least twenty-four hours.”

“No pleasure for me, you mean,” she grumbled, her bottom lip puffing out in a sulky pout. “You already got yours.”

“Well, yes. I wasn’t the one being punished.”

“True… so why would you deny yourself the pleasure that is my undeniably amazing pussy?”

Adorable little brat. “Your mouth was a perfectly fine consolation prize.”

A knock on the door interrupted whatever response she’d been about to give and he sighed. “That’s our signal. We’ve got about five minutes left, so you need to start getting dressed.”

“I can’t believe you’re really not going to fuck me.” Sliding off his lap, she snatched her dress up from where it had been left in a neatly folded pile on the couch. “I guess it’s a good thing I have plenty of toys at home to help with that kind of thing.”

“You won’t be using those toys or anything else, little girl.”

With her dress pulled halfway up, she stopped to glare at him. “And why the hell not?”

Rising from the couch, he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her head back. Need swirled in the dark brown of her eyes and her breath hitched on her next inhale. “Because your Daddy said so.”

“You wouldn’t even know.”

“Maybe not. But then you’d have to live with the guilt of knowing you did something naughty.”

“I’m not going to feel guilty for making myself come.”

“You’re welcome to test that hypothesis, little siren. But there will be consequences.”

“Dammit,” she muttered, jerking her chin out of her grasp and yanking her dress up the rest of the way. “This is so not fair.”

“If you want to be allowed to come after a scene, then I suggest next time you follow my rules. It’s as simple as that.”

“Legares don’t follow the rules. We make the rules.”

Oh, yeah. He was really, really starting to hate that phrase.