Chapter 34
Frankie
T hey barely made it up the stairs before he was on her, claiming her lips as he stripped her clothes off, leaving her standing naked and panting beside their bed.
“Do you trust me, little siren?”
“Always.”
Pride and love shone from his eyes. “Good. Because this is going to hurt, at least a little. But you like it when I hurt you, don’t you, baby?”
Her breath tangled in her chest. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“That’s my good girl. Go lie down on your tummy, with your legs spread.”
Still vibrating with excitement, she climbed up onto the bed and positioned herself as instructed, pillowing her head on her hands as she waited. A moment later, the bed dipped under his weight and those huge, strong hands she loved so much cupped her ass and squeezed.
“You remember that time I punished you at the club? When we were together the first time?”
“Of course.” Lifting her head, she grinned at him over her shoulder. “You made sure that was one I wouldn’t forget.”
“Nice to see I met my objectives,” he said with a low rumbling laugh as he picked up a small bottle of clear liquid. “Do you remember what I told you while I was fucking your bottom with that rubber dick?”
Oh, god. Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Y-you said only good girls get Daddy’s cock in their ass. You said I had to earn that privilege.”
“I did. And you, Francesca Legare, have been a very good girl.”
Her heart constricted a bit at her full name, but she pushed the nasty feelings aside for later. “Does that mean, you’re going to…?”
“That I’m going to fuck this tight little asshole as a reward for standing up to your parents? Absolutely, I am.”
“Maybe we should have listened to Lottie’s idea. Gone out for ice cream or something.”
“I think that’s a great plan.” Popping the lid on the bottle open, he spread her bottom cheeks with one hand and squirted the lubricant onto her exposed hole. “Once this pretty little bottom is nice and full of cum, I’ll put a plug in it and take you out for ice cream. How does that sound, baby? You want to go out in public with your bottom full of Daddy’s cum?”
It sounded humiliating and horrifying and… incredibly fucking hot. “Maybe.”
“Hmm.” Pressing one finger against her slick opening, he pushed slowly inside, giving her plenty of time to adjust to the invasion as he probed her. “Maybe I won’t give you a choice. Maybe that will be my reward. Watching you squirm in your chair, your cheeks nice and rosy because you just know everyone can tell that underneath your pretty dress your bottom is stuffed full.”
Whimpering softly, both at the invasion of her most secret place and his filthy words, she buried her face in her arms. God, what this man did to her.
“But for now, this is all about you.” Pulling his finger free, he pushed a second one in beside the first, stretching her even further with a bite of pain that shot straight to her clit. “My good, strong, brave girl. I’m so fucking proud of you, baby. I know what you did today was hard. But you did it anyway. I’m in fucking awe of you, Francesca.”
Love for him swelled inside her as he stretched her, and even though it hurt, even though it felt so wrong , she reveled in his praise and the wicked things he was doing to her body.
It seemed like forever that she lay there, with him praising and stretching her, her pussy growing wetter and needier with every single word until she could no longer stay still. Whining at the ache between her thighs, she pressed her hips into the mattress, desperate for some kind of relief.
A sharp swat to her hip stilled her movements. “None of that, little girl. This may be a reward but Daddy still decides when you come.”
“Well can you decide faster, then? I’m dying here.”
“Someone is definitely feeling more like her bratty self. Just for that, I’m going to make you do all the work.”
Pulling his fingers from her, a movement that left her feeling oddly bereft, he stretched out on the bed beside her, his cock jutting up in the air. “Up you go, little siren.”
Oh, hell. He was going to make her fuck herself in the ass?
Some reward.
But as she straddled him, lowering herself so his thick, hard cock pressed against her entrance, she realized what he was doing. Giving her control, letting her take the lead. So she could go as fast or slow as she wanted this first time.
It hurt, more than she remembered from her punishment, but there was pleasure there, too. Even more so when he brought his hand to her pussy, his thumb stroking lazy circles over her swollen clit as she forced herself down onto his cock.
Halfway down, she paused, panting from the exertion of forcing herself to go slow. “Daddy, it hurts,” she whined.
“I know, baby. But you’re doing such a good job for me. Just a little bit further and then you can take as long as you need to get used to having me inside your tight little asshole.”
The thumb on her clit pressed harder, flooding her with pleasure as she lowered herself inch by torturous inch down onto his cock. Until, at last, she was settled fully on top of him, her bottom so full she genuinely wondered how she’d fit it all in there.
“My good girl,” he praised in that deep, growly voice that sent shivers down her spine. “You can come whenever you want, baby. This is a reward, after all. But you are going to come with your bottom full of Daddy’s cock. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped out as he rolled her clit beneath his thumb.
Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes. And for a moment, simply let herself enjoy the feeling of being so full of him while he stroked her aching pussy, driving her higher and higher with every touch.
After a bit, the pain of being stretched so wide eased and she lifted herself up a bit, experimenting with the feeling of riding him. His cock scraped the sensitive inner walls of her ass, but those little bites of pain only fueled her need.
It took her a moment to find her rhythm, rising and falling, fucking herself with his cock. But when she did, it was unlike anything else she’d ever experienced. Filthy, taboo, and undeniably erotic.
Gradually, her movements grew faster, more frantic as Holden continued to play with her clit, showering her with praise as she rode.
“Look at you. My beautiful girl. You’re taking Daddy’s cock in that pretty bottom so fucking well. Daddy’s so proud of you, baby.”
Maybe it was fucked-up for her to get that little glow of pleasure from being told she took dick in her ass like a champ, but so what? She might be fucked-up, but she was also his . And that was all she cared about.
With every movement, the coil of need inside her wound tighter and tighter. The line between pain and pleasure blurred, then disappeared completely as she fucked herself harder and faster with Daddy’s cock.
Until, at long last, that coil snapped and she froze on top of him, her screams of pleasure echoing around the room as it flooded her veins.
And then she was on her back, Daddy’s arms caging her in as he sank even deeper into her. “Such a good fucking girl. Daddy’s going to fuck you now, baby, and you’re going to take it. You’re going to take everything I give you because you’re my good girl. Aren’t you, Francesca?”
Her response was instinctive, and the only one she could possibly give as she arched beneath him, welcoming him in. “Yes, Daddy!”
Still reeling from her own orgasm, she could only cling to him as he drove into her, fucking her ass with short, hard strokes that made her ache. But the pain was a small price to pay for everything he’d given her, so she did as she was told and took it. Took him, every last inch as he fucked her bottom until he filled her one final time, his cock swelling inside her.
“My good girl,” he murmured again, pressing a kiss to one flushed cheek and then the other before claiming her lips. “Did you like your reward, baby?”
“Mmm. So much. Too bad I only have the one set of parents to dump.”
“I’m sure you’ll give me plenty of reasons to reward you in the future, little siren.”
“You really believe that, don’t you? You believe in me.”
“Of course I do.”
It was as simple as that for him. And every day it became a little bit simpler for her to believe it.
Holden
He took her out for ice cream, just like he’d promised. And, just like he’d promised, he’d put a plug in her ass before they’d left the house.
Watching her now, standing in front of the counter, a thoughtful frown on her lips as she scanned the menu, knowing she had an ass full of his cum had his cock hardening in his jeans even though he’d just had her an hour ago. He almost hoped she’d get sassy with him so he’d have an excuse to put her on her knees the second they walked through the door.
“What sounds good, baby?”
“Umm. I’m not sure.”
There was a little hitch in her voice that worried him, so he slid his arms around his waist and pulled her back against him, dipping his head to whisper in her ear. “You are going to get at least one scoop of ice cream. You are not going to worry about calories or carbs or any of those things. Do you know why?”
“Why?” Her response was breathless, and he nearly grinned.
“Because Daddy said so. And you want to be a good girl for Daddy, don’t you, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then order whatever you want. I think I’m getting the cookie dough.” He had a weakness for those little chunks of dough.
“Okay. Um.” She still sounded hesitant, but her voice was stronger now, a bit more sure. “I think I just want vanilla.”
Giving her a tight squeeze, he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Good girl. Any toppings?”
“No, but… Can I get it in a cone?”
“Of course, baby.” She could have whatever she fucking wanted as far as he was concerned. At least when it came to these little treats, he swore to himself he would never deny her a goddamn thing.
She’d had more than enough of that in her life.
They were up next, so he placed their orders and passed off her cone with a single scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. And even if he’d hoped she might venture a little further out of her comfort zone, it was still a damn big step for her and pride welled in his chest as she took a tentative lick.
“Oh man, this is delicious.” Moaning softly in a way that shot straight to his already rock-hard cock, she gave the cone another lick. “We should make this a tradition. If I’m good enough to earn an ass-fucking, I get ice cream, too.”
“I think we can arrange that,” he said with a laugh.
Grinning up at him, she waved the cone. “My mom would have a conniption right now.”
“Because you’re eating ice cream?”
“Because I’m eating an ice-cream cone. In public.” Tilting her nose in the air, Frankie pitched her voice up to a nasally drawl. “You’re going to make a mess, Francesca. Be a lady, Francesca. Legares don’t eat those things, Francesca.”
“I really fucking hate those ‘Legares don’t’ sayings they put in your head.”
“Me too.” Her eyes took on a far-off look like she was fantasizing about something particularly lovely. “Maybe I should change my name. That would really piss them off if they found out. And I think it could be refreshing, you know? New name, new me.”
Stopping on the sidewalk they’d been strolling down as they ate, he turned to her. And looking at his babygirl, her fiery hair pulled up in a high ponytail, a smudge of ice cream on her cheek, he fell in love with her all over again. “What about Prescott?”
Confusion drew her brows together. “What about it?”
“For a new last name. I’ve got one just sitting around. Francesca Prescott has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
He didn’t think he’d ever see the day Francesca Legare was struck speechless. But at his suggestion, her mouth fell open and she stared up at him in stunned wonder. “Did you… did you just ask me to marry you?”
“Yeah, I did. And the sooner the better, as far as I’m concerned. We can go apply for a license tomorrow and be married by the weekend.”
She blinked, slowly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.” A grin stretched across her face. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go get married. But let’s not wait.”
“Baby, we kind of have to. There are laws about these sorts of things.” Though if he had it his way he’d have her down at the courthouse before she could finish that damn ice cream
“Not if we hop on a plane and fly to Vegas. Tonight.”
She had him there. So what the hell were they waiting for? Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her up against him and pressed a long, hot kiss to her lips. “Vegas it is. Let’s go home and you can pick out something to wear while I book us a flight.”
“We’re getting married!” Squealing with excitement, she bounced in place when he released her. “Oh, I have to call Lottie. I can’t get married without Lottie.”
He watched as she pulled her phone from her purse, the ice cream in her hand seemingly forgotten. It had already started to melt, and little dribbles of vanilla were sliding down her hands, making a complete mess. And it filled him with pride that she didn’t seem to care. That she was more focused on getting to their happily ever after than she was worried about what anyone, especially her asshole parents, might think.
The only thing that mattered, was that they were choosing forever. And they were choosing it together.