Chapter 10
Frankie
He was going to kill her. Drown her in want until she couldn’t breathe. Tear her to shreds, body and soul, with the double-edged swords of pain and pleasure.
She’d lost count of how many times she’d come. All she knew was that she’d screamed herself raw, and that it would be a miracle if her hair and makeup didn’t need some major help when he was through with her.
But she didn’t care. Her entire focus, her entire world had narrowed to just her Daddy and the agonizing pleasure he was forcing on her with every swipe of his tongue, every nip of his teeth, every stroke of his fingers.
Until, at long last, he released his hold on her and rose slowly to his feet, towering over her as her heart thundered in her chest. “My beautiful wife. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy now, or do I need to get mean?”
Get mean? Whatever he meant by that, she prayed she never learned exactly how mean he could get. “N-no, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I p-promise.”
His low, dark laughter rippled across her skin as he freed himself from his pants. And everything in her trembled as he gripped her hips, hoisting her up so he could sink slowly into her aching heat, inch by torturous inch. “I believe you, baby. But you’ve had your pleasure. Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”
Defenseless against him, she clung to his shoulders as he pushed into her.
And when he was buried inside her, so deep it felt as though their very souls could touch, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder with a quiet moan.
“Fuck, Francesca. I will never get over how fucking good you feel on my cock.”
Her pussy spasmed at his praise, flexing around the thick length of him, and she swore she could hear the sound of the leash snapping. And then he was pounding into her, pinning her to the wall with frantic, desperate thrusts.
Arms wrapped around him, she clung to him as he fucked her without mercy, without finesse, without a care for her pleasure. This was her husband at his basest, a creature of need and lust, claiming his mate in a frenzy driven by nothing but instinct.
And it fucking thrilled her. Knowing she alone could drive the most powerful, self-controlled man she’d ever met to this, that she could strip away all the layers of sophistication and restraint to lay bare the beast inside was a drug she hoped she never quit.
Her own need grew again with every stroke of his cock inside her.
Even without trying, he still managed to drag her up that shimmering peak and over it one final time, her screams of pleasure mingling with his satisfied groans as he buried himself in her pussy, filling her as her body clenched and spasmed around him.
For a long while, they stayed locked together, his body holding her up against the wall as their breathing evened out once more.
“My good girl,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Of all the things he could have said, that was the last one she’d expected, and it shocked a laugh out of her. “Merry Christmas, Daddy. But don’t think you’re getting out of buying me something shiny just because you gave me a few decent orgasms.”
“A few? Decent?” Danger rippled beneath his words, and she just barely managed to bite back a whimper. “I ought to tie you to that damn bed and make you come until you pass out for that.”
“As tempting as that sounds”—and fuck her if it didn’t actually sound really freaking tempting—“I really do need to get back. We’re tight on time as it is and I’m going to need my hair and makeup fixed.”
Pulling back, he grinned, the most self-satisfied smile she’d ever seen stretching across his face. “You are going to I need a bit of help there. Sorry about that.”
“Yeah, you sound really torn-up about it.”
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about being a brat.”
Screwing her nose up, she pretended to think about it for roughly five seconds. “Nah, probably not.”
He laughed, a deep, from the belly kind of laugh that made her heart flutter in her chest. “God, I love you, my bratty little wife.”
“Love you back, GSFD. Now please put me down so I can get back before Lottie loses her mind.”
He lowered her to the ground, but before she could pick up her panties from where he’d left them on the floor, he bent and snatched them up. “Not yet, little siren. You’re forgetting your most important accessory.”
It took a moment for his meaning to register, and when it did, her traitorous pussy spasmed greedily. “Daddy, no. Please, I can’t. I’ll die if you keep using that thing on me.”
“I promise not to turn it on again until after the ceremony. Deal?”
Which meant he was likely to spend the entire reception teasing her and tormenting her until she finally snapped again and dragged him off somewhere so he could fuck them both senseless in some hidden nook.
And that sounded like fucking heaven.
“Deal.”
Frankie
With the toy tucked back inside her pussy and her clothing once more in place, she slipped her hand into Holden’s and let him lead her out to the main room of the suite.
One look in the bathroom mirror had confirmed her hair was beyond any attempts she might make to fix it, but at least her makeup was more or less intact.
Gotta ask her what kind of setting spray she uses.
They were met with wide, knowing grins from the other Doms as they made their way to the front door, while Jacob did his best to pretend he didn’t see them, despite the fact that his blush could stop traffic.
At the door, Holden paused, pulling her close so he could take her lips in a long, deep kiss that had her heart doing a slow roll in her chest.
“Be good, little siren. I’ll see you at the altar.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He sent her on her way with another kiss, and she stepped out into the hall with a wide, dreamy smile on her lips.
But that happy bubble she was floating on popped the instant she spotted Ruby pacing back and forth in front of the door to the bridal suite.
“Ruby? What’s wrong?”
Pausing her frantic pacing, Ruby jerked her head up, her eyes glistening with tears. “I screwed up, Frankie. I screwed up so fucking bad and everyone is going to hate me.”
“Oh, honey.” Reaching for her friend, Frankie took Ruby’s hands in hers and squeezed. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be in your head. Take a deep breath and then tell me what’s going on.”
Ruby did as she was told, dragging in a stuttering breath. But when her terrified gaze locked on Frankie’s, she was left with the sinking feeling that maybe it was actually as bad as Ruby was making it out to be.
“I… I lost the rings.”
After months of sparks flying and buttons being pushed, Frankie and Holden get their long-awaited second chance at love in Break Me, Daddy.