Chapter 9
Frankie
If this woman doesn’t finish up my hair in the next five minutes, I’m walking out the door with it the way it is.
Gripping her phone in her lap, Frankie clenched her teeth together as another wave of teasing pleasure shot through her clit. For the past ten minutes, Holden had been turning the device on and off, edging her into oblivion.
She really was going to murder him. Right after she rode him so hard they both saw God.
Titania and Emily had arrived a few minutes before Holden had started teasing her again, and as much as she usually enjoyed Lottie’s sister-in-laws-to-be, just then the sound of everyone talking at once threatened to send her into an overstimulated rage.
“Hey. You okay, Frankie?”
Ivy. Forcing her eyes open, Frankie smiled for her worried friend. “Peachy-keen.”
“Really?” Lips twitching, Ivy raised a brow. “Because you look like you’re about to murder everyone in here.”
“That obvious?”
“Mmhmm. But also…” Glancing around as if she was afraid of being overheard, Ivy leaned in and dropped her voice. “Have you heard anything else from Ruby? I’m starting to get really worried.”
If she was being honest, Frankie was too. But she was doing her best to hide that worry so they wouldn’t freak Lottie out. “I texted her about fifteen minutes ago but haven’t heard anything. Do you think I should call her?”
“Probably not a bad idea.” A mischievous gleam sparkled in Ivy’s eyes. “Or I could call if you’ll be too… tied up.”
“I’ll call on my way across the hall.”
“Perfect. You need me to distract Lottie while you go do your thing?”
Gratitude warmed her from the inside out. “I would love you forever if you could. I just need like, twenty minutes. Maybe thirty.”
“Deal.”
No sooner had they struck the deal than the toy in Frankie’s pussy came buzzing back to life. Something must have shown on her face, because Ivy just gave her a pitying look and patted her arm before making her way over to where the other girls were all waiting on the couch.
It felt like an eternity, sitting in that chair, waiting for the stylist to finish. But at long, long last, she was set free.
Thank all the stars above. Fucking finally.
Slipping past the others, she made her way out to the hall and paused. God, she wanted nothing more than to march right into the other suite and jump her husband’s bones. But as the matron of honor, it was her duty to make sure everyone got to the wedding, at the bare minimum.
Pulling her phone from her pocket, she hit Ruby’s number, her knees nearly going weak with relief when Ruby answered immediately.
“I’m on my way! I’ll be there in like twenty minutes!”
“What the hell is going on, Ruby? Are you okay?”
“Yes. Maybe.” A loud noise came through the speaker that sounded suspiciously like a sob. “I’ll explain when I get there.”
“Okay, well, take a few deep breaths. Lottie will be pissed if you die on the way to her wedding.”
The joke earned her a watery laugh. “If I die, it will be because Beckett killed me. I’m in so much trouble, Frankie.”
Poor thing sounded so stressed. “I’m sure it’s not that bad. Whatever it is, he’ll get over it.”
“Yeah. Yeah, maybe. Um, I’m gonna go so I don’t get distracted and do something stupid like get another speeding ticket. I really will be dead if that happens.”
As strict as Beckett was when it came to Ruby’s safety, there was probably something to that. “For real. Drive safe, babe. See you in a bit.”
Guilt gnawed at her as she eyed the door across the hall. But really, what more could she do? Ruby was on her way, which hopefully meant Beckett wasn’t too far behind her.
The toy her husband had been teasing her with all morning came to life again, and guilt was quickly replaced by a mixture of murderous fury and clawing, desperate need. Pressing forward, she shoved open the door of the other suite.
Several sets of surprised eyes swung her way as she stepped inside. But she only had eyes for one man. The one currently watching her from an armchair, a smug fucking smile on his face that made her want to strangle him.
“You. Bedroom. Now.”
But Holden didn’t move. That stupid smug smile only deepened as he stared at her. “Is that how you talk to your Daddy, little girl?”
“Holden, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds, I will go take care of it myself.”
She knew before she’d even finished the sentence that it was the wrong thing to say. A deadly hush fell over the room, and she watched with growing horror as her husband slowly pushed himself up from his chair.
Stumbling backward, she looked over her shoulder, frantically gauging whether she could make it to the door before he caught her.
“Don’t even think about it, Francesca.”
The low growl of his voice sent a shiver up her spine. “I didn’t mean it, Daddy, I swear!”
Silently, he stalked her. With every step forward, she took a step back, but it wasn’t long before he was on her, scooping her up over his shoulder with a heavy swat to her ass. It stung, but she knew better than to complain about it when she was already in as much trouble as she currently was.
He carried her to one of the bedrooms as his friends looked on, all with various looks of smug amusement. Except for Jacob, the only one of the group who managed to garner any sympathy for her plight.
The door slammed on their stupid faces, and then Frankie was on her feet, back against the wall, her wrists pinned over her head in one of her Daddy’s large hands. Fear, the kind that made her pussy throb and her nipples tighten, coursed through her as she stared up into his dark eyes.
“You really need to come that badly, baby?”
To the passive observer, the question might have sounded genuine. But after living so many months as his submissive, she clearly heard the deadly intent beneath the words.
“I’m sorry, I-I don’t know why I said that.”
“Oh, I know exactly why you said it.” With his free hand, he yanked at the tie around her waist and her robe fell open, exposing nearly every inch of her to his scorching gaze. “You said it because you’re a fucking brat and you knew exactly what would happen.”
The hint of aggravation in his tone tickled her, and she couldn’t fight back the grin that tugged at her lips as she stared up at him. “I am a fucking brat. And you love it.”
Despite his clear annoyance with her, his lips twitched. “I do.” Dipping his head as if to kiss her, he paused with his mouth just a breath from hers. “That doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be punished.”
Need and fear slammed into her as he reached for her panties. But then he paused, his eyes narrowing as he traced a fingertip over the silky material. “What the hell is that?”
“Huh?” Confused, she glanced down. And then burst into giggles when she realized what she was wearing. “Mistletoe. Lottie bought us all a pair as kind of a gag gift. You know, kiss me under the mistletoe?”
A slow, wicked grin curved his lips. “I think that’s a fantastic idea.”
Holden
He could live a thousand lifetimes and never tire of the vision that was his wife. Especially in moments like this, with that mischievous glint in her eyes as she grinned up at him, practically daring him to do his worst.
Even more so when that mischief gave way to worry, the kind only a submissive at the mercy of a skilled sadist truly knew. “We-we don’t have time for that, Holden. I just came over for a quick fuck.”
“We have as much time as we need, little siren.” Releasing his hold on her hands, he lowered to his knees in front of her and pressed a kiss to her satin-covered mound, just below the embroidered bundle of mistletoe. “I’ll have to thank Lottie for these when I see her.”
“Oh my god.” Groaning, she slid her fingers into his hair. “Please, Daddy. I’m dying here.”
“Well, that will never do.” Hooking his fingers in her panties, he dragged them over her hips, down her long, lean legs until they pooled on the ground around her feet. When she was finally stripped bare, he pulled the toy from between her soaked lips and tucked it into his pocket for later.
“You don’t have to ask permission, baby. Come whenever you want.”
“Thank fuck.”
Her relief would be short-lived, but he kept that information to himself as he draped one leg over his shoulder and inhaled the scent of her.
Impatient hands tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, and he chuckled quietly.
If she had any clue what he had planned for her, she wouldn’t be so eager to begin.
Sliding his hands up to grip her ass, he lowered his head to her dripping cunt, running his tongue up between her lips. Her gasp echoed around the room as a delicate shudder wracked her body.
And then he got to work.
Holding her close, he used everything he’d learned about his wife over the past months to drive her straight up to her peak—and then right over the edge without pause.
Now it was her screams echoing in his ears as she bucked and writhed against the wall, the sweet ambrosia of her arousal coating his tongue.
But he didn’t stop, even when her screams turned to whimpers and she tugged at his hair, now trying to pull him away instead of closer.
“Daddy…”
His cock jerked in his pants at the sound of her needy whine. God, he loved it when she begged, whether it was for her pleasure or for his mercy. Or, as he was certain was the case more often than not, when she didn’t actually know which she wanted.
“Daddy, please. Please, I can’t. It’s too much.”
Mercy, then.
Too bad for her she’d been such a fucking brat.
As her pleading grew more frantic, he pulled the swollen nub of her clit between his teeth and sucked, gently at first, but more persistently as she sobbed and begged for him to stop.
He didn’t, of course, not even when she shattered again, her hips bucking against his mouth as her body quaked with pleasure.
Pulling one hand away from her firm, round ass, he slipped two fingers into her pussy, crooking them forward to hit that spot inside her, the one he knew would wreck her in all the best possible ways.
And as he’d known she would, she sobbed out another plea, begging him to stop. Promising to be his good girl forever, that she’d learned her lesson.
She hadn’t, of course. His little siren almost never did, especially when it came to getting what she wanted. There were rules she respected and abided by, especially where her health and safety were concerned.
But when her pleasure was involved? She was a force to be reckoned with.
Unfortunately for her, so was he.