Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Frankie

Three. Fucking. Days.

That was how long she’d been without an orgasm. Holden had gotten caught up in some kind of work emergency for a big client that apparently meant he was basically living at his office. And even though she’d broken down and begged to be allowed to make herself come after her twenty-four-hour ban was up, he’d refused.

Your pleasure belongs to me now, Francesca. Don’t ask again.

That had been his answer last night when they’d talked on the phone and she’d tried every trick in the book to get him to let her pleasure herself. She’d even offered to video chat him so he could watch.

No dice.

Lottie, for her part, had been very sympathetic to her plight. And apologetic, seeing as how Frankie had gotten in so much trouble trying to get information for her. Not that Frankie blamed her, but the sympathy had gone a long way toward soothing Frankie’s ruffled feathers. As had helping Lottie take pictures for the online auction, especially now that she knew Mr. Elliott, and probably her own Daddy, wouldn’t approve.

Would he punish her, when she inevitably confessed to her part in Lottie’s plan to auction off her cherry to the highest bidder? And if he did, would it be a serious enough punishment for him to deny her again?

Best to wait until after he’d fucked her again to confess, just in case.

Assuming she didn’t actually die from being denied before then.

Ugh.

Leaning back against her headboard with her fourth whiskey of the evening, she picked up her phone, hoping to distract herself with social media. Which worked for approximately thirty seconds before curiosity got the better of her and she went hunting to see if she could find Holden’s accounts.

It took longer than it should have, thanks to the fuzziness in her head from the liquor. But she finally managed to find exactly one account with the bare minimum available to the public.

Fucking security guys.

A little more poking did reveal some pictures his friends had tagged him in. Old pictures. From his Marine Corps days.

Holden in uniform was not helping her horny-as-fuck situation.

And a little more poking got her the name and address of his security firm. Well, addresses, plural, seeing as how they had satellite offices in New York, Atlanta, and Boston as well as the main headquarters in Charleston.

When he’d said he did well for himself, he’d obviously been downplaying his accomplishments. After years of moving in circles where wealth and success were the only benchmarks of a person’s worth, it was a breath of fresh air to be with someone whose financial success wasn’t his main personality trait.

But the most interesting thing, at least for her purposes, was the location of his Charleston office. Not only did she know exactly where that address was, it would take her less than ten minutes to get there.

Tossing the phone on the bed, she stumbled over to her closet, scanning her options for the skimpiest, sexiest dress she owned.

Time to pay Daddy a visit at the office.

Holden

What a fucking mess.

Three days ago, one of his safe houses had been breached. Thankfully they’d gotten the target moved without any harm befalling them, but he’d spent three days combing through every inch of his company looking for a leak.

There wasn’t one, thank fuck. But what he’d found instead was a pattern of sloppiness with one of his guards he’d somehow overlooked. Said guard had already been read the riot act and put on probation, which meant he’d be doing grunt work around the office until Holden either decided to fire him or he’d proven he could be trusted back in the field.

He was currently leaning toward the former over the latter. But he’d always been a big believer in second chances, no matter how big the fuck-up.

After all, he’d gotten a second chance he sure as hell didn’t deserve. Both in life and with Frankie.

Fuck, he missed her. When she’d begged so prettily on the phone last night, asking Daddy to please, please let her come, that she’d do anything, he’d almost caved. It had been far too tempting to lock his own office door, put her on video chat, and relieve his own needs while he watched his pretty babygirl play with herself.

In the end, he’d wanted the real thing more than just a video, so he’d denied her. And himself.

Hard to tell which of them was more pissed at him about it, honestly.

His desk phone rang, jolting him out of his daydreams about how he’d make it up to her. Starting with as many orgasms as she could take, and then a few more, before he finally fucked her, nice and slow, to one final, earth-shattering peak.

Glancing over at the phone, he frowned when he saw the extension for the security desk down in the lobby. It was nearly eleven on a Friday, which meant the building should have been cleared out other than the night guards, and they shouldn’t have any visitors.

Something was up. He hadn’t survived multiple tours overseas and years building a security firm from the ground up without being able to sense when something wasn’t quite right. Nerves on high alert, he picked up the phone. “What’s up?”

“Hey, boss. Sorry to bug you so late, but there’s a young lady down here in the lobby asking about you.” Anderson let out a chuckle. “Actually, demanding to see you is more accurate. She’s rather belligerent about it.”

“Is this young lady about five-foot-nothing with bright-red hair?”

“Yeah. She yours?”

“She is. Tell her I’ll be down in a second and I said she owes you an apology.”

“Ah… if it’s all the same, sir, I’ll let you give her the second part of that message yourself.”

It was Holden’s turn to laugh. “Fair enough. Be down in a second.”

Excitement pumped through his veins as he returned the handset to the cradle and rose from his chair, making his way out to the bank of elevators outside his office. He’d hoped to get done much earlier than he had tonight so he could talk Frankie into a late dinner before tying her to his bed to fuck them both brainless.

Bending her over his desk for a hard spanking and a quick fuck wasn’t a bad consolation prize, though. He could always tie her to his bed after they finished up here. Since it was the weekend and he’d finished his investigation, he could take the next couple days off, spend it cozied up at home with his little brat.

The elevator doors opened up into the main lobby, and his heart constricted in his chest at the sight of her, outfitted in what could be described as a dress by only the loosest of standards. It was more like a few strips of fabric that covered only the parts absolutely required by law. Her fiery hair was down for once, an explosion of curls around her face instead of the usual sleek waterfall he was used to.

And god, that face. How he’d missed that fucking face, with those pouty lips and those big brown eyes with that hint of sadness behind the mischief that had pulled him in from the start and never let go.

Less than a week. That was how long it had taken for him to fall in love with Francesca Legare.

What the hell. He wasn’t getting any younger.

“Looking for me, little siren?”

Her attention shifted over to him, and her entire face lit with happiness, making his chest physically ache with how fucking beautiful she was. “Daddy!”

From behind the desk, Anderson’s eyebrows winged upward, but he wisely didn’t say anything as Holden approached.

So much for that secret. His top people knew, since he’d served with a few of them and considered every single one of them family, but it wasn’t something he widely advertised.

Making a mental note to have a conversation with Anderson about discretion before they left, he reached for Frankie, pulling her close. Disappointment settled heavy in the chest when she tipped her head back, her smile sloppy and her eyes bleary as she grinned up at him.

“Hi. Missed you.”

Now that he was paying attention, he could hear the slight slurring of her words. And smell the liquor on her breath.

So much for his evening plans. “I missed you too. Let’s go up to my office. I just need to take care of a couple things and then we can go home.”

She stumbled a bit when they turned toward the elevators. Biting back a sigh, he bent and scooped her up in his arms, chuckling to himself when she squealed with obvious delight.

“Mmm. You smell good.” Leaning in, she sniffed at him before sinking her teeth into his neck.

Fucking hell. He’d always preferred to give pain rather than receive it, but that little sting shot straight to his cock. Which was the last thing he needed, seeing as how she wasn’t in any condition for the games he’d been hoping to play in his office.

One more night. He could wait one more night. For her.

“Frankie. Baby, I’m gonna need you to stop,” he said with a groan when her teeth scraped down the side of his neck. A man could only take so much.

With a wild little giggle, she gave him another nip that had him stumbling slightly as he strode out of the elevator toward his office. “You never call me Frankie. Only Francesca. ‘Specially when I’m naughty.”

“In my defense, you’re rarely not being naughty, little siren.”

“Fair. But I like being naughty with you. ‘Cuz you don’t yell at me or make me feel bad. It’s just boom, punishment, done. I like that.”

Anger bubbled in his veins at the thought of anyone yelling at his babygirl or making her feel bad about herself for messing up. If he had it his way, nobody would ever get the chance to hurt her again.

Settling in his chair again, he shifted her to sit on his lap. “I need to finish up a few things and then we can go home.”

But Frankie wasn’t satisfied to simply sit idly by. Wiggling around, she straddled his lap, looping her arms around his neck as she once again went to work distracting him with those little nips and nibbles. “You work. I’ll play.”

“Baby, as much as I would love to let you play, you need to stop.”

“Don’t wanna. I’ve been dying to get that thick cock of yours inside me again. I need you, Daddy.”

Fuck . Closing his eyes, he tried to picture something, anything that would distract the cock in question from the fact that her hot, tight little cunt was hovering right over it.

Unfortunately, nothing his imagination could conjure was nearly as powerful as the reality of the weight of his babygirl on his lap. And he was dangerously close to throwing everything he believed in out the window for a taste of her if he didn’t get a handle on this situation soon.

Gripping her upper arms, he pushed her firmly away, and when he spoke again, he put every ounce of ‘Daddy’ he could gather into his tone.

“Francesca. I said stop .”