Chapter 15
Holden
S he was a vision.
Bent over the wooden desk, her already too-short skirt riding up to reveal her lacy white panties, Francesca Legare was every man’s wet dream come to life. Add in the hint of sass in her tone, and she was very much his wet dream come to life.
He’d been tempted to forgo their scene in favor of the conversation Cordelia and the others had convinced him they should be having. But Frankie needed this, possibly even more than he did, and regardless of what their future held, his sole focus right now was giving her whatever she needed.
And if giving her what she needed meant bending her over a desk and spanking her ass red before fucking her into a coma, well, sacrifices had to be made.
Reaching into his pocket, he hit the button for the vibrator in her panties, grinning when she gasped and her bottom muscles visibly flexed in response.
“Holden!”
Naughty, naughty . He gave her two hard swats, one to each cheek, but he had to swallow a laugh to keep his voice stern and in character. “Is that how you address me, Ms. Legare?”
“N-no, headmaster!”
“You’d do well to remember that while you’re being punished.”
He didn’t bother to tell her not to come. The vibrator wasn’t on a high enough setting to get her there, and she’d never come just from being spanked before. And if it somehow happened now, well, it would just give him an excuse to punish her some more, wouldn’t it?
Grinning at that thought, he swatted her again, watching in fascination as the clear pink imprint of his fingertips appeared around the edges of her panties. It was a sight he never tired of, watching her beautiful round bottom turn pink beneath his hand.
Fuck , he’d missed this.
As he spanked, Frankie’s whimpers grew louder, interspersed every now and then with a hiss or a low growl when he caught those sensitive sit-spots where her ass and thighs met.
When her bottom was a nice, bright pink, framed beautifully by the white lace of her underwear, he paused just long enough to run his hand over the heated flesh. He wanted nothing more than to rip those panties from her and plunge into her waiting heat, but this wasn’t just about him. His babygirl didn’t just need a reminder of her place in their relationship, she needed the stress relief. Had needed it from the day he’d picked her up at the hospital. The multiple orgasms he’d been giving her every day had seemed to take the edge off a bit, but his Frankie needed more than that.
She needed him to hurt her. To bring her to the edge of what she could bear, to hold her there and force her to accept everything he gave her. That was where she found her peace, so that was exactly where he was going to take her.
Frankie
Fuck, her ass hurt. Not nearly as much as it could, and probably would if this had been a real punishment, but every swat still added to the burn spreading across her skin.
But the pain only seemed to add fuel to the aching need between her thighs. A need that was not helped at all by the low, persistent buzzing in her panties. It wasn’t nearly strong enough to push her over the edge, and she wasn’t sure if that or the spanking was supposed to be her ‘punishment’.
Both, maybe. Knowing her sadistic Daddy, it was probably both.
Now he was stroking her skin, making her wish he would just rip the underwear off her and fuck her already. But when she opened her eyes, her gaze landed on the thick ruler he’d laid on the desk, right in her line of sight, and she nearly groaned.
He wasn’t done with her, yet.
“Are you learning your lesson, Ms. Legare?”
She might not need the vibrator if he kept talking to her in that deep, stern voice. Her pussy spasmed in response, and she bit her lip against a moan when the action made the vibrator press harder against her clit.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, her voice a little breathless thanks to the need flooding her system.
“And what lesson is that?”
Shit, shit, shit. What was his made-up reason for her being here?
“Uh…”
Behind her, he sighed, and the sound was so full of disappointment her heart constricted. “Obviously I am not making as much of an impact on you as I would like, Ms. Legare. Let’s see if we can’t remedy that.”
The weight and heat of him pressed against her back as he leaned over her to grab the ruler. She swallowed hard when he tapped the wood against her bottom.
“Respect, Ms. Legare. You’re here to learn a lesson about respect. We’ll start with ten and if your attitude has not improved to my standards, we will add another ten. And we will repeat this lesson as many times as it takes. Am I understood?”
Ten. She could take ten measly swats with that little thing. “Yes, Headmaster.”
Holden let out a low humming sound, as if he didn’t quite believe her, and tapped her ass again before snapping the ruler against her nearly bare skin.
Pain, shockingly sharp and intense, tore a yelp from her throat before she could even think to stop it. Gripping the edge of the desk to keep herself in place, Frankie bounced on her toes, not caring the action gave him the opportunity to watch her ass jiggle.
“Fuck, that hurts! Not so hard!”
A large, rough hand cupped her bottom, giving it a light squeeze. When Holden spoke again, his voice was slightly different, a little softer, gentler, and she recognized he was breaking character.
“What’s your color, little siren?”
“Um.” Closing her eyes, she breathed deep, giving herself a moment to settle. To think. The pain had already faded to a delicious burn, and although she was decidedly not a fan of the stupid ruler, it was far from the worst she’d ever had. “Green, Sir.”
“Good girl. You’ll tell me if that changes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The hand on her ass disappeared, and a moment later came another stinging swat from the ruler. Goddamn, it really did hurt. More than she’d expected it to, for as skinny as the damn thing was.
And yet, as the burn across her ass grew more intense, so did the heat between her thighs. Squeezing her legs together only made the vibrations from the toy more intense, but never intense enough to push her over the edge, and she wondered briefly if it was possible to go crazy from being denied an orgasm.
When the first ten swats had been delivered, Holden ran his hand over her heated bottom, giving it a gentle pat. “Have you learned your lesson, Ms. Legare?”
It was, she realized, his little way of giving her some control over their scene. She could meekly say yes, she’d learned her lesson and she would be more respectful in the future, and the punishment would end there.
Or, she could give some sort of snarky response, letting him know she wanted— needed— more and he would happily oblige her.
And as much as she wanted him to fuck her so she could finally get some relief, she needed something more than that. It had been so long since he’d spanked her and if she was being honest with herself, she’d been a fucking brat because she’d known he wouldn’t touch her. There was an odd little ache in her chest, a heaviness she needed him to relieve her of.
“ Have you learned your lesson, Ms. Legare? ” She pitched her voice down in a horrible imitation of his stern tone, and a thrill raced up her spine when he sighed.
“Again, then.”
Ten more swats, a little harder this time, making her dance on her toes as he spanked her. And again when he asked if she’d learned her lesson, she refused to give in. Over and over, he spanked her, turning her backside into an inferno of pain as her pussy clenched emptily, silently begging to be filled.
It wasn’t until he focused an entire set of ten on that sensitive spot where her ass and thighs met that she broke. Breath hitching in her chest, she dropped her forehead to the smooth wood. The ache inside her, that tightness she’d been feeling for weeks, had finally eased. Now all she wanted was him, the brutal comfort of him using her for his own pleasure before he finally cradled her in his arms and told her what a good girl she’d been for him.
As if he’d noticed the change—which, knowing him, he probably had—his tone was far more tender when he asked his question again. “Have you learned your lesson, Francesca?”
Francesca. Not ‘Ms. Legare’. They were in some odd place between play and reality, and she knew in her heart what his real question was.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a sniffle that wasn’t entirely for show. “I'm sorry I was disrespectful.”
“You’re a good girl, Francesca. You just let your attitude get in the way, at times. Now, are you going to keep being a good girl for me?”
Excitement bubbled inside her, racing through her veins when the toy switched off and she felt the gentle tug of her panties being pulled down to her knees.
“Sir?” She put a bit of tremble into her voice as she lifted her head to glance over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
Behind her, Holden chuckled, and the whole room seemed to vibrate with it. Gripping her hips, he pressed into her, slowly stretching and filling her aching pussy. “Teaching you how to be a very good girl, Ms. Legare.”
With a soft whimper, she closed her eyes, basking in the rush of sensation as he sank fully into her. “Th-this doesn’t seem proper, Sir.”
“Perhaps not. But some little girls require a bit of… extra attention to learn their lesson.”
Slow, easy pleasure built inside her as he moved, gentle thrusts that hit just the right spot. But somehow, it wasn’t enough.
She was a naughty girl who needed to be punished. And this didn’t feel anything like a punishment.
“Harder,” she demanded, pushing her hips back to meet his next thrust.
Stinging pain exploded across her hip. “You do not give the orders here, Ms. Legare.”
“Then fuck me like you’re trying to teach me a lesson, Headmaster.” Craning her neck to look over her shoulder, she smirked. “Unless you’re too old to do it properly.”
The very air around them seemed to freeze as he went still inside her. “Excuse me?”
Oh, he was pissed. And not play pissed. Obviously she’d struck a nerve.
Good.
“I mean, I wouldn’t want you to break a hip or anything, so if you need?—”
Her next words were stolen from her as he slammed forward, knocking the very air from her lungs. Fingertips digging into her hips, he fucked her, hard and fast, the way she remembered from their first time together.
One hand released her hip, only to grab her ponytail, pulling her head back with a sharp bite of pain that seemed to shoot straight to her clit. “Is this what you want, Francesca? You want your Daddy to fuck you like the mouthy little brat you are?”
“Y-yes,” she managed to gasp out, her pussy spasming around his thick cock as he drove into her with enough force to push her hips into the unforgiving wood of the desk. She’d have bruises in the morning, she was sure of it, and some deep, dark part of her thrilled at the knowledge.
“Too fucking bad.”
Still gripping her ponytail, he hauled her upright as he stepped back, then used his hold on her to force her to her knees. “Open,” he growled, wrapping his free hand around the thick length of his cock.
Oh, shit. She’d gone too far. Pouting up at him, she widened her eyes until the sting brought tears to them and deliberately wobbled her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Sir! I didn’t mean it!”
“You absolutely did mean it. You thought you could push my buttons and get what you want.” Tightening his hold on her hair, he pulled her head back further, and this time when she whimpered it wasn’t at all for show. “You are going to learn, one way or another, that you are not in control here, Francesca. Now open your fucking mouth before I decide your ass is a much better hole for Daddy’s cum.”
Considering his size and the fact she hadn’t used a plug in months, taking him in her ass would likely be far more than she was prepared to handle. With another whimper of delicious terror, she forced her lips to part.
“Wider, Francesca. You know damn well your Daddy is bigger than that.”
Slowly, she obeyed, until her jaw was open as far as it would go. Using her ponytail for leverage, he pushed into her mouth, coating her tongue with the salty taste of her own arousal mixed with that taste that was so uniquely him .
“You better make yourself come before I finish fucking your mouth, or you won’t be allowed to come all night. And I will leave those panties on the lowest setting until you go to bed.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. She’d really pushed him too far. At least he was giving her the chance at an orgasm, though, and with that in mind she slid her hand between her thighs, whimpering around the hard, thick cock in her mouth as her fingers found her clit.
As she desperately worked herself toward release, Daddy pulled back, stretching her lips around his cock before he surged forward again. He was fucking her, hard, just as she’d demanded and tears welled in her eyes as she gagged around him.
Daddy’s gaze was hard as glass when his eyes met hers. “You do not give the orders around here, little girl. The sooner you learn that lesson, the better. Or you are going to be spending a lot of time with a sore bottom and a wet, needy little pussy.”
His harsh words only made her pussy clench, and she moaned as the coil of pleasure inside her tightened. Pressing harder against her clit, her movements grew more desperate, more frantic as she raced for her pleasure before he found his.
Finally, that coil snapped, flooding her veins with molten hot pleasure just as his cock swelled in her mouth, his cum pouring down her throat as she instinctively swallowed. Shuddering as another wave of pleasure racked her, she closed her eyes and sucked at the softening length in her mouth.
“Fuck, baby.” Holden’s moan nearly had her ready to come again as his hips flexed against her lips. “Come here.”
Pulling free of her mouth, he bent and scooped her up with an ease that never failed to thrill her and carried her over to a deep leather couch at the opposite end of the room. With her cradled gently in his arms, he stretched out on the leather, holding her on top of him as he pulled a soft blanket over both of them.
For a long while, they simply lay there, snuggled together beneath the warmth of the throw, his large hand rubbing slow circles over her back as their breathing returned to normal.
“How are you feeling, little siren?” His voice was far gentler than it had been during the scene, and the tenderness nearly brought tears to her eyes.
Shifting on top of him, she folded her hands on his chest, resting her chin on top of them as she grinned down at him. “I feel amazing . Thank you, Daddy.”
“Hmmm.” Despite his attempts to look stern, his lips twitched as he gave her ponytail a gentle tug. “And did you learn your lesson about trying to boss your Daddy around?”
Heat crept into her cheeks. “You’re always telling me I should communicate my needs.”
“As you should. Respectfully . The next time you try to goad me into something during a scene, I will fuck that tight little asshole of yours and you won’t be allowed to come for a week. Am I making myself clear, Francesca?”
“Crystal, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone too quickly for her to identify it. Though if she had to take a guess, she would have said it almost looked like… regret.
She should ask. There was obviously something wrong, but she was loath to burst the little bubble of happiness currently enveloping them.
Besides, he wouldn’t keep anything truly important from her, not for very long anyway. That was one thing she’d come to trust about him, even when they’d been broken up. Holden Prescott did not hold back when it came to the people he cared about.
So if he didn’t think it was worth bringing up right now, then she was willing to follow his lead. Tomorrow was soon enough for whatever had put that little flicker in his eyes. Tonight, she was his good girl, and that was all that mattered.