Chapter 9
Frankie
U pstairs in Holden’s room, Frankie stared at the thick black restraints he held in one hand. “You can’t be serious.”
“As a heart attack, little siren. It’s either this or you choose another reward.”
“But you’re… you’re not… you know.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “A submissive? Yeah, I know. So don’t go getting any ideas if you decide you like having me tied up and at your mercy.”
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she shook her head. “I don’t know about this. It feels… wrong.”
“Then we don’t have to do it. We can go downstairs, put on your favorite romcom and I’ll eat your pussy until you cream all over my tongue while you watch the movie.”
Okay, that actually did sound like a pretty amazing reward. But she didn’t just want his tongue. She wanted the thick length of him inside her, and if this was the only way for her to get it, then her choice was clear.
“Get on the bed.”
One eyebrow rose, letting her know she was treading on thin ice. “Let’s get a few things straight, first. This is simply a precaution, because I know damn well I’m not going to be able to hold myself back once I’m balls deep in that tight little pussy of yours. You are not in charge here, little girl. Now, try that again, more politely this time.”
Heat infused her cheeks, flared to life between her thighs. “Sorry, Daddy. Um, would you please get on the bed?” So I can tie you down and have my way with you?
Why the hell did that sound so hot?
“Good girl. That’s much better.”
Tossing the restraints on the bed, he reached for the top button of his dress shirt, his dark eyes still locked with hers. One by one, he popped open the buttons, and with every inch of skin he exposed, the need coiling in her belly tightened further. Until, by the time he stripped the shirt off and tossed it into the waiting hamper, she thought she might combust.
Not wanting to waste any more time than necessary, she reached for the hem of her t-shirt, but he stopped her with a single look.
“Not yet, Francesca. You’re going to wait until Daddy gives you permission.”
Right. Because even though he was the one getting tied up, he was still in charge. The dichotomy of it made her head spin, in the best possible way.
And so she waited, practically salivating as she watched him strip down to nothing, piece by agonizing piece. Until he was, at last, completely naked in front of her, the giant cock she remembered so fondly jutting out proudly in front of him.
“Like what you see, little siren?” he asked with a low laugh that had more heat flooding her face.
“Maybe. It’s not as big as I remembered.” Which was a total lie. If anything, it was somehow larger, and for the first time since he’d decreed he wouldn’t fuck her until she was feeling better, she actually understood. How had he managed to not split her in half before was the question.
Apparently Holden knew it was a lie, too, because he wrapped one large hand around the thick length and grinned. “Well, if you’re so disappointed, you can kneel there and let Daddy come all over that pretty face instead.”
“I didn’t say I was disappointed.”
“Mhmm.” Chuckling, he released his cock and shifted to climb up onto the bed, stretching out on his back with his hands over his head. “Do you know how to buckle the restraints?”
“How hard can it possibly be?” she muttered as she climbed up beside him to wrap one band of smooth leather around his wrist. She had to use the last hole to buckle them given how thick his wrist was, but she eventually got it in place.
“Good girl. Now, unhook the chain from the other restraint and slide it through that metal ring on the headboard.”
She shifted, straddling his chest as she followed his careful instructions. Holden gave the restraints a couple good yanks then grinned up at her. “Good job, baby. Now you can take those clothes off for me, nice and slow so I can enjoy the show.”
Okay this was… kind of fun, actually. Sliding off the bed, she reached for the hem of her shirt again, slowly pulling it up, exposing her belly inch by inch. From the bed, his hungry gaze tracked her every movement until she finally pulled the shirt off and tossed it in the general direction of the hamper.
Holden’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re going to pick that up later.”
“Oh yeah?” Grinning now, she reached behind her for the snap of her bra. “Who’s gonna make me?”
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, little girl.”
“Hmmm.” The band of her bra went slack and she tossed it aside as well, baring her breasts to his gaze. “From where I’m standing, it looks like that’s me.”
“Francesca…”
“ Mistress Francesca.”
“I swear to god the second I can get you over my knee you aren’t going to sit for a week.”
Giggling, she pushed her jeans and panties down to the floor, kicking them aside to join the rest of her clothes. “Promises, promises.”
While he glared, she crawled up onto the bed. God, where to even start? All she’d wanted before she’d gotten him in the restraints was a good hard fucking. But now that she had this big, strong man completely at her mercy, she wanted to have some fun.
Naked now, she crawled back onto the bed, watching him watch her as she slowly made her way to his cock. On all fours beside him, she lowered her head, her gaze locked on his as she stuck her tongue out to give the tip a long, slow lick.
“Fuck, baby.” Eyes closing, Holden let his head fall back, a deep moan slipping from his lips. “You’re killing me here.”
Savoring the salty taste of him on her tongue, she forced herself to go slow, to not simply swallow him whole. His cock twitched when she licked him again, running just the tip of her tongue along that sensitive underside of the head.
Holden’s chest rose with each deep breath, and she wondered if he was regretting giving her such unfettered access. To his credit, he let her play for a few minutes longer before he yanked at the restraints again, a deep growl emanating from his chest.
“You are in so much trouble when I get my hands on you again, little girl. Get up here and ride Daddy’s cock like a good girl before I?—”
“Before you what?” she asked, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “You’re all tied up and at my mercy, remember?”
Lifting his head, he pinned her with a look that made her bottom clench. “I won’t be forever. And I promise when I get my revenge you will regret being such a brat.”
“Probably.” Pushing up to her knees, she straddled him, her pussy hovering just over his cock. “So why shouldn’t I enjoy myself in the meantime?”
Slowly, so slowly it made her thighs burn with the effort, she lowered herself onto him. Let the thick length of him stretch her inch by torturous inch.
With a sigh, she finally sank down completely, so full of him she could hardly breathe. “God I’ve missed this.”
“My cock?” he asked, a grin of his own stretching across his face.
“Cock in general. I haven’t been with anyone since—” Ah, fuck. She hadn’t meant to tell him that.
But now, with those dark eyes boring into hers, burning with such possessiveness it threatened to set her on fire, there was no taking it back.
“You haven’t been with anyone since you left?”
“No. I tried, a few times,” she admitted with a quiet sigh. “But the guys I met at school and at clubs were just…”
“Just what, little siren?”
Something about having him tied up, watching her with that expectant expression, stripped all her defenses away. “They weren’t you,” she whispered.
“Frankie.” Emotions swirled in his eyes, straining his voice as he tugged at his restraints. “Take the cuffs off, baby. Now.”
And that was why she hadn’t been with anyone else since she’d walked out on him. None of the boys she’d met had ever made her pussy clench with need just with the sound of their voice the way Holden did.
Leaning forward, pleasure rippled through her as his thick cock scraped her inner walls. It took her a moment to get the buckle on the first restraint undone but as soon as his wrist was free, he rolled, flipping their positions so she was pinned beneath him.
“My babygirl,” he murmured, the words ending on a low moan as he sank slowly into her. “There wasn’t anyone else for me, either. There’s only you, Frankie, and if I have my way about things, it will only be you for the rest of my life.”
Tears pooled on her lashes as he moved inside her, tender and slow despite his worries to the contrary. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a kiss so sweet it made her ache. For him, for what he offered so easily. For the way he made her feel so safe and cherished.
“My beautiful little siren. I would gladly die a thousand watery deaths just for the taste of you.” Another sweet, almost chaste kiss as he claimed her with those slow, deep strokes of his cock inside her. “Are you going to come for me, baby?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped out, arching up to meet him as his hand snaked between them, his thumb pressed against her swollen clit. “Please, please let me come. I need… I need…”
“Shh. Daddy knows what you need, baby. You don’t have to beg.” A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrating her entire being. “This time.”
Overcome with pleasure, she surrendered to it. To him as he played her body like a fiddle, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every roll of her clit beneath his clever fingers. Until, at last, she went tumbling right over that cliff into the sweet oblivion only he had ever been able to bring her to.
“That’s my girl,” he said, dropping another kiss on her swollen lips. “Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby? In this tight little cunt or on those pretty tits of yours?”
She didn’t think she’d ever get used to hearing such filthy words from him, especially when he was speaking in that low, sweet tone. “In me, Daddy, please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Clinging to him, she whimpered softly as he continued to fuck her with those slow, sure strokes. Every thrust of his cock inside her abraded her already too-sensitive nerves, and it wasn’t long before another wave of pleasure rose up inside her, sweeping her under as she gasped out his name, her fingernails digging into the thick muscles of his arms.
“Fuck, baby.” With one final thrust, Holden went still, his cock swelling inside her as he emptied himself into her womb.
Collapsing beside her, he pulled her into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Did you enjoy your reward, baby?”
“Mmm.” She snuggled into his embrace, letting the warmth of him surround her as her eyes fluttered closed. “It was a very nice reward. Though I do think I got a little cheated since you made me take the restraints off.”
“Brat,” he said with another of those low, rumbling laughs. “I swear once you’re clear for me to spank your ass, you’re never going to sit comfortably again. Stay there.”
The weight of him disappeared and she forced her eyes open, a pout forming on her lips. “Where are you going?”
“To get you cleaned up,” he called from the bathroom, followed a moment later by the sound of water running. When he reemerged, he was holding a dark-blue washcloth. “Unless you prefer to spend the night with Daddy’s cum drying on your thighs. Because I wouldn’t complain.”
Why the hell was that so hot and so gross at the same time? “No, thank you.”
“That’s what I thought.” Settling on the bed again, he nudged her thighs apart, gently wiping her clean of him, again with such gentle tenderness tears blurred her vision. “One day, I’m gong to fuck you at the club and you won’t have a choice but to walk around for the rest of the night with my cum smeared all over your thighs. And I’ll make you show everyone who you belong to. But for now, you’re going to go potty and then come right back to bed.”
Humiliation flooded her cheeks, turning them to an inferno. “Can’t you just say ‘go to the bathroom’ or ‘take a piss’ like a normal person?”
“I could, but I love the way you blush when I say ‘potty’. Now go, and when you get back I’ll let you watch a movie on my tablet before bed.”
“I don’t need to pee.”
“Yes, you do. No urinary tract infections on my watch, little girl. Go.”
Rolling her to the side, he landed a soft swat on her bottom. Part of her was tempted to argue, just to see if he’d spank her for real. But since he’d already put his foot down about that, she had a feeling any argument on her part would just leave them both dissatisfied.
More than that, though, she didn’t really want to ruin the lovely afterglow of their lovemaking. So she scooted off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, where she was only slightly annoyed to realize she had needed to pee after all.
When she returned to bed, he was sitting up against the headboard, a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of his nose as he tapped at the screen of the tablet he held in his hands. The device looked almost comically small in his giant paws, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him.
Glancing up, he raised a silvery brow. “Something amusing you, little girl?”
“Just my big bad Daddy with his old man glasses,” she said with a grin as she climbed up into the bed, snuggling up against him.
“Keep it up and I’ll make you watch one of the documentaries I’ve been saving instead, brat.”
“But you said I could pick!”
“Only if you’re going to be a good girl.”
Letting out a dramatic sigh, she rolled her eyes, confident in the knowledge he couldn’t actually see her. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“All right.” He passed her the tablet, but as she scrolled the selection, he leaned over, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Just so we’re clear for the future, rolling your eyes at Daddy is not good girl behavior. Understood?”
A delicious shiver raced up her spine. “Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”
“Good girl. Now, what kind of movie do you want to watch?”
She chose one of her favorite romantic comedies, opting for the comfort of something familiar over the thrill of something new. Which, as it turned out, was a good thing since she only made it halfway through the movie, snuggled in her Daddy’s arms, before sleep took her under.