Chapter 5
Frankie
Soft, silken fibers brushed across her arm, and this time when her pussy clenched, it was thanks to the flash of arousal that coursed through her at the sight of the bright-red rope stretching across her chest.
“What are you doing?”
“Tying you to the chair. I thought that much would be obvious.”
Looking up at him, she did her best to imitate the one-eyebrow-raised look he so often gave her. “It is. But why are you tying me to the chair?”
“I told you. It’s time for breakfast.”
She let out another annoyed huff of breath as he crisscrossed the rope between her breasts before wrapping it around her and the chair again. “How am I supposed to eat if I’m tied to the chair?”
“You aren’t. You’re supposed to let Daddy feed you.”
“Oh.” It wasn’t the first time he’d insisted on feeding her, especially when she was having the kind of day she’d been having more and more often lately where feeding herself felt too big, too heavy to take on herself.
But he’d never tied her up and shoved a vibrator in her pussy to do so before.
Guilt churned in her stomach as he added a pretty green rope to the mix, reminding her Christmas was coming fast on the heels of Lottie’s wedding. It was their first Christmas together, and here she was, worrying him and stressing him out instead of enjoying the holidays together.
“You don’t have to do this. I promise I’ll eat. You don’t have to worry about me.”
With the last of the rope wrapped around her, he cupped her face, his large, rough thumb brushing across her cheek. “It’s my job to worry about you, baby. You never have to feel guilty about that.”
“Sometimes I feel like all I do is make you worry.”
“You give me so much more than worry, Francesca. You give me love and laughter and more happiness than I ever knew was possible.” The corners of his mouth dipped down into a frown. “Is there something more going on? Something more than just you worrying about your weight?”
To her surprise and horror, tears filled her eyes at the gentle question. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just feeling like I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Nothing could be farther from the truth, Francesca. You are my wife, and my babygirl. I love taking care of you, and nothing you could do would ever change that.”
She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to believe him. And she wasn’t even sure why she couldn’t. Even when they’d been broken up, he’d never stopped caring about her, but for some reason right then she couldn’t seem to wrap her mind around his love for her.
But if she kept pushing the issue, they’d never make it to the wedding. So she forced a smile and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Judging by the way his eyes narrowed, he didn’t quite believe her.
Thankfully though, he didn’t seem inclined to spend all day talking about her fucked-up sense of self-esteem either.
Instead of pressing her about it, he reached into his pocket and a moment later the toy in her pussy came to life and all thoughts of being a burden fled from her mind as it vibrated against her clit.
“Oh, god that feels good.” Sighing softly, she closed her eyes and let the gentle pleasure wash over her.
“Glad to hear it. Open up, baby.”
Obediently, she let her mouth fall open, unsurprised when the savory taste of scrambled eggs hit her tongue. She chewed and swallowed, then opened her mouth for more.
“Good girl.” At his praise, the buzzing between her legs grew more insistent and she whimpered as the pleasure changed from a gentle tide to a crashing wave with that single change.
Another scoop of scrambled eggs filled her mouth and she quickly chewed. “Daddy…”
“What’s that, baby? You want more?”
Her eyes flew open as the vibrations increased again, staring up at him as he grinned and stabbed at a piece of watermelon. “Are you trying to kill me, Holden?”
“No. Just reminding my babygirl how good it feels to listen to her Daddy. Open up.”
Watermelon. More eggs. A couple bites of toast. And through it all, he teased her with that damn vibrator until she was writhing against the ropes, begging and making promises she knew she couldn’t keep, just for a hint of relief.
“Please, Daddy. I’ll be good, I'll eat everything in sight, I swear just let me come.”
Setting the mostly empty plate aside, he leaned back against the table, the remote dangling from his hand. “Hmm. I suppose if you promise to be good…”
“I do promise, I swear, Daddy, please.”
“All right, little siren. Let me hear you scream.”
Scream, she did, her cries echoing around the kitchen as the first orgasm ripped through her, shredding her from the inside out.
But he didn’t stop there. Didn’t stop at all, in fact. He simply watched, a smug smile on his stupidly handsome face as the vibrations against her clit changed from pleasure to pain and back again as she sobbed and begged for mercy.
“There we go,” he murmured when her sobs shifted back to gasps of pleasure and her head fell back, shudders wracking her entire body. “Come for Daddy, baby. You can do it. You can take whatever Daddy gives you, can’t you, little siren?”
She couldn’t, but she also couldn’t find the words to defy him, so she nodded, desperate for an end to this agonizing pleasure.
“My good girl.” Leaning forward, he slid his hands into her hair, gripping just tightly enough to add a bite of pain to her pleasure. “You’re so hard on yourself, baby. I wish you’d believe me when I tell you how fucking amazing you are. How smart and funny and brave. How fucking loved you are.”
His lips crushed hers as a sob rose in her throat and a second wave of pleasure slammed into her. This time, she screamed into the kiss, letting him drink in the sounds of her ecstasy until the wave finally faded.
Lifting his head just slightly, he stared down into her eyes, his own filled with so much love it made her chest ache.
“You are so much more than just a number on a scale, Francesca. Lottie doesn’t give a fuck how much you weigh.
She wants you by her side today because you are her best friend in the whole world.
You are the person who has stood by her through impossible loss and unimaginable pain.
She loves you, maybe almost as much as I love you.
I want you to remember that today, whenever you start to feel self-conscious about whether your dress is too tight or whatever other bullshit you’ve gotten into your head. ”
Love, a kind she’d never expected to find, swamped her and it was a damn good thing she wasn’t wearing any makeup yet because the tears streaming down her cheeks would have ruined it. “Y-y-yes, D-Daddy.”
“One more, and then we can head to the hotel. Can you give me one more, my beautiful girl?”
No, please, it’s too much.
But she would. Even though it was too much, even though it physically hurt, she already knew she would give whatever he demanded. Because he was her Daddy and no matter how much of a brat she was, deep down she just wanted to be his good girl.
And so her voice was stronger, steadier than she’d expected when she finally managed to answer him. “Yes, Daddy.”
When the third orgasm hit, she wept from the force of it, her entire body quaking with the brutal pleasure crashing over her. She was only vaguely aware of the vibrations easing, of her Daddy’s gentle hands untying the ropes so he could lift her into his arms.
“You did so good for me, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
Pleasure of a completely different kind welled in her chest as she snuggled into him. “Thank you. For all of this.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and she swore her heart did a somersault in her chest. “I love you, Francesca. I will always love you and be here for you, no matter what the voices in your head try to tell you. Today, I just want you to focus on enjoying your time with your friends and being there for Lottie.” Beneath her cheek, his chest rumbled.
“I will, however, be leaving that toy exactly where it is so I can remind you that Daddy’s with you, even when I’m not right beside you. ”
It seemed impossible for her to feel any kind of need after three spectacular orgasms right in a row. And still, her pussy clenched around the toy at his words. “Mmm. Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Are you still hungry, or are you ready to go get dressed?”
She gave herself a moment to really check in with her body, and realized she was, actually, still a little hungry. “A couple more bites of fruit, maybe? And another muffin.”
Leaning forward, he snagged the plate from the table and picked up the fork, all without releasing her from his lap. “Whatever my baby wants.”
Holden
Muffins and a few orgasms always put his girl in a better mood, and by the time he led her up to the bridal suite, she was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so that he had to take the basket of muffins from her hand before she dropped them all over the floor.
The second the door to the suite swung open, shrieks of excitement pierced the air as she and Lottie raced for each other, colliding in the middle of the room so hard he winced and sent up a little prayer of hope that they wouldn’t have bruises walking down the aisle.
“You’re getting married!” Gripping Lottie’s arms, Frankie bounced on her toes, her vibrant hair bouncing with her.
“I am! I am! Holy crap, I’m getting married!” With another of those happy squeals, Lottie threw her arms around Frankie’s neck. “Thank you so much for everything, Frankie. Today is going to be amazing and it’s all because of you.”
“I think your Daddy might have something to say about that,” Frankie said with a laugh.
“Oh, right, him too.” Pulling away, Lottie grinned up at Holden then gasped. “Are those muffins? Gimme!”
He watched, amused as she practically dove for the basket. “Made them fresh this morning, just for you girls. Enjoy.”
“Thank you, Holden!” Eyes fluttering closed, Lottie bit into one of the muffins and moaned. “I swear these get better every time.”
Beaming up at him, Frankie tilted her head back, inviting him to kiss her. An invitation he took full advantage of, sliding an arm around her waist and yanking her close to him as he slanted his lips across hers.
When he lifted his head again, her smile had turned dreamy and her eyes were glazed over with lust, and he couldn’t help but grin at the picture she made.
“Behave yourself, little siren. I’ll be right across the hall if you need me, which means I’ll also be right across the hall if you need your bottom warmed. ”
“Mmm. Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Dipping his head again, he lowered his voice for only her to hear. “And in case you do forget, Daddy has ways of helping you remember.”
He’d slid his free hand into his pocket during their kiss, and he hit the button to turn her toy on. And was rewarded with the sight of her eyes going wide and her cheeks flushing bright pink as she trembled in his arms.
“Daddy.” The word was a whining plea, and he took pity on her, flipping the toy back off as he grinned down at her.
“Just a reminder, little siren. Be good, and come find me if you need me, even if it’s just for something small. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I love you, Francesca.”
Everything about her seemed to light up at his words, and he wondered if there’d ever be a day she didn’t respond just like that to hearing him say he loved her.
He really hoped not.
“I love you, too. Thank you for this morning. And for being so understanding about… things.”
“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’m always in your corner.”
“I know.” Eyes suspiciously wet, she lifted a hand to his face. “I just want you to know I don’t take that for granted.”
“Never in a million years would I think that. So you can put that thought right out of your head and enjoy your day with your friends. That’s an order, little girl.”
Her lips twitched as she raised an eyebrow. “Really? An order? You do know who you’re talking to, right?”
“I know exactly who I’m talking to. A bratty little girl who better do as she’s told unless she wants to be walking down the aisle with marks from her Daddy’s belt all over her ass.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Holden.”
Delighted by her, as he so often was, he hauled her back up for another short, scorching kiss before releasing her and sending her scurrying back to Lottie with a heavy swat to her ass. Satisfied she’d be as relaxed as she could be, he left and headed across the hall to Braden’s suite.