Chapter 3
Frankie
Every muscle in her body felt like melted butter. Between the spanking and the massage, all of the tension had been completely drained from her.
An evening of pampering was the last thing she’d expected when she’d called him to confess she hadn’t been eating, but she wasn’t going to complain about the results. If this was what being honest with her Daddy got her, she’d make sure to tell him a hell of a lot sooner next time.
She was so relaxed, it barely registered at first when his talented hands pulled her bottom cheeks apart. And even when he stroked a finger over her exposed hole, all she could do at first was grin.
“Whatcha doin’?”
The entire bed seemed to rumble with his amusement. “Giving my babygirl more, just like she asked for. You were such a good girl tonight, telling Daddy the truth. And what do good girls get, Francesca?”
Her mind, like her body, had melted during his massage, so it took her a moment to piece together what he was asking. When she did, her heart slammed against her ribs. “They get Daddy’s cock.”
One thick finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance and she whined at the intrusion. “And where do very good girls get Daddy’s cock?”
Oh, god. Need pulsed through her as her pussy spasmed emptily. “In-in their bottoms.”
“That’s right, baby.” Slowly, deliberately, he pushed that finger into her bottom then pulled it out again, mimicking that most intimate act.
“Daddy’s going to fuck this tight little hole, and you’re going to fall asleep with your bottom full of Daddy’s cum.
Because that’s what good girls get, isn’t that right, Francesca? ”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
As he pushed a second finger in beside the first, stretching her even wider than before, she wondered what the hell was wrong with her that she considered this a reward.
Some of her friends, she knew, only got fucked there when they’d been exceptionally naughty.
But her Daddy preferred to save this particular act for when she’d been exceptionally good.
Maybe because she was such a brat and if he fucked her there as punishment, he’d never fuck her any other way. So the only way to make it special was to use it as a reward.
That thought had her stomach twisting with guilt, distracting her from the pinch and burn of her bottom being stretched open. “Holden?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Do you ever wish I was… different?”
The fingers inside her ass stilled. “Different how?”
“I dunno.” Embarrassment welled in her chest, smothering all the other emotions. “Never mind. Forget I asked.”
Two hard swats landed on her oiled ass, and she instinctively clenched at the punishing sting.
Which reminded her, rather forcefully, that her bottom was still full of him.
“Francesca, I would much rather spend the rest of our night rewarding you rather than punishing you, but my patience only goes so far.”
“That’s what I mean!” The words burst out of her, the acrid taste of them lingering on her tongue. “I’m such a fucking brat that you’re constantly having to punish me. Don’t you get sick of it?”
“Baby. Where’s this coming from?”
“I don’t know. I was just thinking how like, some of the other girls only get fucked this way when they’re in trouble but like, if you did that we’d only ever get to do butt stuff so that’s why you save it for a reward instead and… I guess I just sort of spiraled from there.”
“Francesca, I use this as a reward because I enjoy it and I want you to enjoy it as well. It has nothing to do with how bratty you are.”
“Oh.”
His fingers moved again, stretching her further. “Do you really think I would have married you if I didn’t love every last bit of you, including your bratty side?”
“I guess not.”
“Absolutely not. So put this nonsense out of your head right now, or I will show you the difference between getting your bottom fucked as a reward and getting it fucked as a punishment.”
It never failed to thrill her, the way he could make a threat feel like the darkest kind of temptation. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. Now let’s get this bottom ready for Daddy’s cock.”
Even though it was a reward, she never could quite shake the embarrassment of having his fingers there. Fighting back the waves of it, she buried her face in her arms as he worked her, stretching her until she was ready for him.
“All right, baby. Turn over on your side for me.”
He pulled his fingers from her, leaving her feeling oddly empty as she shifted into position.
But when he settled into place behind her, holding her close to him, all she knew was the comfort and protection of her giant Daddy cradling her against his chest. This position never failed to make her feel even smaller than usual compared to him, and more than ever she reveled in how very breakable she felt, all while knowing he would never in a million years truly harm her.
Hooking his hand under her knee, he pulled it closer to her chest, both anchoring her to him and giving him better access to all her most secret parts at the same time.
And then the thick head of his cock was pressing against her entrance, and she had to breathe deep, forcing her muscles to loosen for him as he pushed inside her.
“That’s it, baby.” The deep growl of his praise washed over her, sending a delicious little shiver up her spine. “Taking Daddy’s cock in this pretty bottom so well. You’re doing such a good job for me, little siren.”
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against his shoulder as he moved inside her. Branding her with the heat of his cock as he stretched her impossibly wide. “Daddy… please…”
Again the bed shook with his laughter. “Such a needy little thing tonight. Tell Daddy what you want, baby.”
God, she hated it when he made her beg. But he loved it, and despite being a brat ninety-nine percent of the time, deep in her soul she wanted nothing more than to please him. “Wanna come. Please, Daddy. Please.”
The hand gripping her knee loosened to travel up the inside of her thigh to where she burned for him.
“So wet for Daddy,” he murmured in her ear as he ran a single thick finger through her dripping slit.
Behind her, he flexed his hips, driving deeper into her bottom with a delicious burn.
“My pretty babygirl loves getting her bottom fucked. Don’t you, baby? ”
Another thing she hated, confessing to exactly how much she enjoyed the way he hurt her. But his fingers were doing an excellent job of distracting her from her own humiliation. Arching back against him, she impaled herself fully on his cock with a gasp. “Yes, Daddy.”
“My good girl. Come for me, baby. I want you to come with your bottom full of Daddy’s cock, and then I want you to come again. Until all you know is the pleasure I give you.”
Thank fuck he wasn’t going to make her wait for permission.
These were her favorite scenes, when he simply showered her with pleasure without demanding anything in return.
Even with the bite of pain from his short, shallow thrusts inside her bottom, this night was about her. Her reward, her pleasure, her healing.
And so she surrendered herself to it. To him. Let his magic fingers work her into a frenzy while he whispered his filthy praise in her ears.
Until she was writhing against him, her body flush and slick with need as she whined and whimpered her way toward release. “Daddy, please. Please.”
His lips brushed over her shoulder, a move so tender it made her heart stutter in her chest even as her clit throbbed with need. “Tell Daddy what you want, baby. Use your words.”
“Harder.” Lifting her arm over her head, she pressed herself more tightly against him as she sank her fingers into his hair. “Faster. More. Hurt me, Daddy.”
“As you wish, my pretty little siren.”
The fingers on her clit grew more insistent, flooding her with pleasure at the same time he thrust even deeper into her ass.
But that shock of pain only melded with her need, the two blending together so perfectly she could barely tell where one ended and the other began.
With every deep, sure thrust of his cock inside her, he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
And then she was flying, screaming for him as molten-hot pleasure coursed through her veins.
“Fuck, baby.” The words were a low growl as his movements inside her grew more frantic. “Again. Let Daddy hear you scream again.”
As if she had a choice, when he hadn’t stopped touching her, stroking her, playing her body like a finely tuned fiddle.
The second orgasm ripped through her with even more force than the first, leaving her trembling and gasping in his arms as he buried himself inside her one final time, filling her in that most forbidden place.
For a long while, they simply lay wrapped together, sweat-slicked and panting for air as their systems settled.
“I swear you’re going to be the death of me.” Again he feathered a soft kiss across her shoulders. “My very own siren, luring me to the depths of pleasure and holding me there until I drown. But fuck, what a way to go.”
“When did you get so poetic?” Despite the sarcastic response, she had to blink back the tears of pure joy pooling on her lashes.
“You bring it out in me. I love you, Francesca Prescott.”
Prescott. As it always did, hearing her new last name filled her with a warmth and joy she’d never experienced as a Legare. “I love you, too.”
“Stay right there and I’ll grab a washcloth to get you cleaned up.”
There was another little bite of pain as he pulled free, but it faded quickly beneath the soft afterglow of their lovemaking.
Rolling onto her stomach, she let her eyes close as she snuggled her pillow.
Sleep came for her, and she slid into it, content in the knowledge that even in her slumber, her Daddy would take care of her.