Chapter 16
FREYA
Butterflies swarm my stomach as the driver pulls up outside Dr. Harrison’s—Daddy’s—building.
“Take the elevator to the penthouse, Dr. Perrington.”
“Thank you for the ride.” Trepidation courses through every cell in my body as I step out of the town car onto the sidewalk. I don’t know why I’m surprised that he lives on the Upper East Side, but I’m intimidated, nonetheless.
My heels click-clack on the lobby’s vast marble floors, the sound echoing off the walls. I make my way over to the concierge. “Could you let Dr. Harrison know that Freya Perrington is here to visit?”
“He’s expecting you, Dr. Perrington. He’s just coming down to take you up to the penthouse.”
“Oh, I don’t need him to do that.”
“You do. The Penthouse requires a key in the elevator.”
“Oh.”
“He’ll be right with you.”
“Thanks.” I try to make as little noise as possible as my heels repeatedly hit the cold marble. This is not the place to be inconspicuous.
When the elevator doors open, my breath is knocked right out of me at the sight of Pierce. He looks effortlessly handsome in a plain white T-shirt that hugs his biceps and washed-out jeans. He’s younger-looking than he is at work or in the playroom. I forget that he’s only a few years older than me.
I took a few years after high school to work and save up some money before I started college. I wouldn’t change it, but I do forget that my peers tend to be a little younger.
“Are you getting in, or are you just going to gawk at me like I’m a meal and you haven’t eaten in a week?” he says with a wry grin. His voice is like gravel in the morning, that delicious rasp tantalizing my senses.
“I haven’t decided yet.” My attempt at playing hard to get is rather redundant, considering I came to his building.
He reaches out, grabs my hand, and tugs me into the elevator before pressing me up against the mirrored walls, his lips crashing down on mine. His hands slide up into my hair, holding me in place as his tongue licks the seam of my lips, begging entrance I freely give. He smells of fresh laundry and a subtle scent of cologne. He tastes of coffee, and I melt against the hard planes of his body.
“Morning, little one,” he says as he twists the key for the penthouse.
“Morning, Daddy.”
He presses his growing erection against my thigh. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”
“ Daddy .” As the doors ping open, Pierce breaks our kiss and tosses me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, spanking my ass as we enter his apartment.
When he sets me down, I take in the palatial surroundings. It’s everything I would expect. Minimal, ordered, and serving a purpose. There are no dirty dishes in the sink or signs that he regularly inhabits this space.
“Are you ready to apologize, little one?” He catches me off guard.
It’s a good question, the answer I’m unsure of.
“Can’t you just punish me, and we can move on? ”
“No. You’ll be punished but not before you acknowledge how disrespectful you were.”
“I choked! I wasn’t ready. It makes sense that you would give me preferential treatment.”
He wrings his hands through his hair, pacing in front of me. “Jesus, woman, why are you so damn defensive? I would never put a patient in jeopardy. It’s fucking insulting.”
“I had to know.”
He steps toward me, his imposing frame looming over me as I back up against the wall. “Is it so hard to believe I did it because you show more promise than any other resident?”
“I…” He braces his hands on either side of me, his lips mere inches from mine.
“Own how good you are, Freya. You can become an amazing surgeon but not as my little one.”
My heart is hammering in my chest, and panic is setting in. “You don’t want me anymore?” Ugh. I hate how much I want him.
“Of course I do. You’re mine. But, when you set foot in the operating room, you can’t be submissive. Not to me or anyone else. I need you to be certain that you’re in there because you have the skill to save a life. There’s no room for second-guessing. If I see you question yourself with a scalpel in your hand, I’ll have you removed from the OR. Understood?”
“Yes.” It’s a breathy whisper. I can’t take my eyes off his lips and the way his tongue darts out to wet them.
“Good. Now, you may apologize to me for questioning my judgment.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“But I have to get to work.”
“Are you really questioning me right now? Take. Off. Your. Clothes. I want you naked and bent over my kitchen island so I can administer your punishment.” A thrill courses through me, craving the pain.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’ll be back in a moment. I expect to see your ass ready and waiting for me when I get back.” He presses a gentle kiss to my lips before leaving me bereft. I watch as he strides out of sight with such a confident gait. He’s sexy as hell, and he knows it.
I make my way over to the stunning granite island, running my hand over the cold, hard surface. The penthouse has floor-to-ceiling windows with a stunning view of the city. Kicking off my heels, I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head before folding it neatly and setting it on the countertop. Doing the same with my underwear, I stand naked and vulnerable. My breathing is labored as I lean over the granite, my nipples pebbling against the cool, unforgiving island. I keep my legs together, and I can already feel myself getting wet with anticipation.
“Aren’t you a sight to behold, little one? Arms out in front of you.”
His command is like velvet, caressing every inch of my body. I do as he asks, my stomach doing somersaults just knowing his eyes are on me.
“For questioning my judgment, you will count to six as I paddle you.”
“Paddle?” I squeak.
He walks around until he’s in my line of sight, smoothing his hand over a wooden implement. It looks like a pickleball racquet. A paddle. Fuck, it’s going to hurt, and I can’t wait.
“Remember your safeword, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy. Lavender.”
“And how many counts?”
“Six, Daddy.” I’m practically panting.
“Before I start, I have a little something for this pretty little ass of yours.” He sets the paddle down at my side and reaches into his front pocket. My breath hitches as he pulls out a small tube of lube and a silver butt plug with a lavender jewel on the end.
As he squeezes some lube onto his fingers, I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve the growing ache. I startle when he smears the cold lube between my cheeks before slipping one finger inside me, stretching my ass in preparation for the plug .
“So tight, little one. Relax.” He presses a second finger inside me. “That’s it. Be a good girl for Daddy.”
I find myself pushing back, wanting more. “Oh God.”
“Such a greedy little thing.” When he pulls his fingers out, they are immediately replaced with the lubed tip of the plug. “Breathe through it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I choke out. The fullness is overwhelming, and the anticipation of my punishment has my legs shaking.
When the plug is in, Pierce caresses my ass. “I’m going to enjoy turning these cheeks red, little one. Maybe you’ll learn to trust my judgment.”
“I trust you, Daddy.”
He grabs the paddle off the counter and leans in, his lips caressing my ear. “Don’t lie, little one. It will only hurt more.”
I gasp as the hard wood of the paddle comes down on my ass, the metal plug vibrating, sending a torturous and delicious jolt of desire straight to my core.
“One, Daddy.”
He smooths his palm over the spot the paddle connected. “Good girl.”
Another strike.
“Two, Daddy.” I’m soaking wet for him, and he knows it, this time sliding his hand between my legs. “My girl enjoys punishment.”
Again, and again, and again.
When he lands the last bite of the paddle, I cry out in exhaustion and frustration. “Six, Daddy.”
The paddle drops to the floor with a thud before he sinks to his knees and spreads my legs, devouring my pussy, swollen and drenched with arousal. His tongue feels so good it should be illegal.
With the butt plug still in place, he pushes two fingers inside my pussy as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Daddy.”
He gives my ass a sharp slap, and I love the sting as I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. Sliding his fingers back inside me, he sets a punishing rhythm. “That’s it. Be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s face, little one.”
Flicking his tongue over my clit, I lose all control, and he has to pin my legs to stop me from bucking wildly. “Yes… oh God, yes, Daddy.” He lets me ride out the aftershocks before relinquishing his grip. I slump off the counter and into his arms, my breathing labored as I come down from the high. “That was…”
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you behave yourself.” He tightens his hold on me, kissing the top of my head. “Let’s get you cleaned up and lotion on before work.”
“Oh God. How am I going to make it through the day? I won’t be able to sit down after the paddle.”
“You will. I get the impression you’ll rather enjoy the discomfort. It’ll remind you to respect me in the hospital. Otherwise, I’ll have no problem taking you into an on-call room and making your ass sting even more.” A thrill courses through me at the thought. He knows me too well already.
“We can’t do this stuff at work.”
“Oh, little one, when are you going to get it through your pretty, amazing brain, that I’ll do whatever I see fit, wherever I choose.”
“I…”
“It’s not up for discussion, so let’s get showered, and you can put that smart mouth of yours to good use.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say with a wicked smile.
Work is relentless in the best of ways. I’m back on Dr. Harrison’s service, and he is blowing my mind. Every move he makes is poetry in motion. I’m in awe of his skill. I hate to admit he was right, but he’s not wrong. Giving myself over to the freedom of people knowing about us at work, I’m able to embrace a level of submission that is euphoric.
I’ve always seen being a submissive as a bedroom-only aspect of my life. That was before I knew what it entailed. The freedom I would feel. I love that I have Celest to talk to, and she understands what I mean by it.
I am free to be every inch the strong, confident surgeon I strive to be every day. Pierce is able to separate our work and private life with ease. He knows what I need and gives me the space to do it. I wouldn’t trade his tutelage for anything. He’s patient when I ask questions. He takes the time to teach me and hone my skills as a surgeon. It means so much more to me than I can express because he means so much more to me than I ever thought possible.
Dr. Harrison sees me for my talent, and it doesn’t intimidate him. Why should it? He accepts everything about me and doesn’t try to make me feel small and fit whatever mold men have tried to shove me in in the past.
After a long shift and three surgeries, my ass is still stinging as I grab my coat and purse from my locker. My fellow residents are still talking in hushed whispers, but when it comes down to it, I’ve realized I don’t really care.
The door to the residents’ lounge opens, and there he stands in black jeans and a crisp white T-shirt, his hair tousled from wearing a scrub cap all day. “You ready to go, Freya?” He’s tired. I can hear it in the rasp of his voice.
The whispers start again, and I’m just completely over it. “If any of you have something to say… don’t bother. I don’t want to hear it. If you were half the surgeon I am, it wouldn’t even cross your mind to fuck an attending to get ahead. Pierce and I are in a relationship. You don’t like it… I really don’t give a shit.”
I stride over to the doorway, push myself up onto my tiptoes, and plant a firm kiss on Pierce’s lips. The scent of his cologne and his innate smell intoxicates my senses. He smiles against me, holding in a chuckle as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
Before the door closes, he looks over his shoulder to my coworkers standing dumbstruck. “Yeah, what she said.”
I lean into his touch as we walk the hallway to the elevator. “I’m sorry. I am just sick of their childish behavior.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, little one. That was hot as fuck. I like this territorial, badass side of you. Everything you said was true. I know without a shadow of a doubt that you would never sleep with me to further your career.”
“Thank you.”
“You do it for the whips and chains.” He laughs, so full of youthful exuberance. I sometimes forget that we’re relatively close in age.
I shove his side, but he pulls me tight against him. “Don’t deny it, little one.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper so only he can hear.
“Oh, you’re coming home with me tonight.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You’re staying at my place. I want you in my bed. As much as I enjoy us falling asleep in the club, I’d like you to start spending the night at my place.”
I’m not sure what to say.
“Don’t rush to say yes. I’m only the most eligible bachelor in this place.”
“I love your humility.” We step into the elevator.
“I love everything about you, Freya.”
My entire body sparks to life, fireworks radiating through every cell, setting me on fire. My heart is about to beat out of my chest when the door closes, and I launch myself into his arms, our lips coming together in a cataclysmic, life-altering kiss.
Fisting my hands in his hair, I pull him closer, darting my tongue out to meet his, pouring everything I want to say into this one long, languorous kiss.
Pierce wraps his arms around me, lifting me as if I’m light as a feather, before pressing my back against the wall, his kiss ravenous as he takes the lead. By the time the doors reopen, I realize we didn’t choose a floor. Now we’re on the top floor of the hospital as people shuffle in beside us, my breathing ragged as I attempt to find some composure.
I can see myself in the mirrored walls. I look freshly fucked, just from a kiss, and Pierce—holy hell, he looks hot. His dirty blond hair is messy, just the way I like it, knowing it was my hands raking through it only seconds ago. He meets my gaze in our reflections, a dark, wry grin on his face. I know exactly what’s going to happen when we get back to his place.
Startled, I awake, the serenity of sleep decimated by the thrashing next to me.
“No… stop.” Pierce’s voice is unfamiliar as he shouts so loud it makes me jump.
“Get out.” His arms are flying everywhere as I attempt to wake him.
“Pierce, wake up. It’s just a dream.”
“Stop hitting her.” I try to place my hand on his chest, but he fights against my touch.
“Pierce. It’s me, Freya. Everything is okay. It’s just a nightmare.”
“No, Daddy. Please. No.” And just like that, my heart shatters into a million pieces, broken by the pain of realization. It’s not a dream. It’s a memory.
I drag in a shaky breath, knowing that the splintered shards of my heart may be the only way to bring light into this moment. Reaching over, I cup his face with my hand. “Wake up, Daddy. I’m here. It’s your little one. I need you to wake up for me. I love you, Daddy! ”
His eyes fly open, wild and disorientated, his breathing erratic as he finds my gaze.
“Freya?”
“Yes, Daddy. It’s me.”
He pulls me into his arms, my head against his chest, listening to every thudding beat. “I’m sorry if I scared you, little one.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” One word carries so much devastation. I’ve been keeping Pierce at arm’s length since the moment we met, but now all I want to do is know him and help in whatever way I can. “I’m going to get a drink of water.”
He starts to move, but I pull my head up as I reach for him. “ Talk to me.” I lean in to kiss him, but he shirks away from me, out the bed, and through the door in seconds.
My body trembles as I grab the first piece of clothing I find—his T-shirt. It’s hugely oversized, but I don’t care. The scent of his cologne lingers, wrapping me in much-needed warmth. I pad down the hallway to the kitchen, the light from the refrigerator casting Pierce’s shadow as he gulps a bottle of water.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Go back to bed.” His words are clipped, cold, and devoid of anything close to the man I’ve grown to love.
“You’re obviously not fine. I tried to wake you multiple times. You’re shaking right now.”
“Do as you’re told, little one. This isn’t the time for you to catch feelings. Either go back to bed or get in the position.”
“What do you want to do to me?” I say with trepidation, my voice nothing more than a whisper.
“I’m your Dominant. Does it matter what I’m going to do? It ends with an orgasm. If you keep talking when I tell you to leave it alone, I’ll be the only one coming.”
“You’re my Dominant? What happened to you being my Daddy?”
“For fuck’s sake, Freya. What do you want me to say? You wanted me to take your virginity. I did . You wanted me to teach you. I am. You wanted to call me your Daddy. I let you . What more do you want from me? Go to fucking bed and leave me alone.”
A pain I’ve never felt before slams me square in the chest—not for me, but for him.
I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and pull it over my head, discarding it on the floor as I walk toward him, every step feeling more vulnerable than the last.
“Go to bed, Freya.”
Without a word, I drop to my knees at his feet, clasping my hands above my head. I’m at his mercy.
“I am yours to do with as you wish… Sir.” If he doesn’t want me to call him Daddy, then I’ll stop. At this moment, I would do anything to ease his pain .
“Get up. We’re not doing this.”
“You gave me two options, Sir… go to bed or get in the position. I am here for your pleasure. Do with me as you wish.”
He slams the refrigerator door, startling me as we’re plunged into darkness. “Open your mouth.” He doesn’t sound like himself, but I’m not afraid. Pierce let me lean into my darkest desires. For him, I can willingly walk into the shadows.
I do as I’m told.
“Clasp your hands at the small of your back while I fuck your pretty little mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The moment my hands are behind my back where I can’t touch him, he grabs me by my hair and thrusts his cock into my mouth, swearing as I take every hard inch of him, “Fucking hell.”
There’s no question of my pleasure, and a part of me revels in it. I want him to use me to chase his demons away—to be his light in the darkness.