Page 26 of Ruin Me, Daddy

“Yes—ow!” Squealing in pain, she pushed up on her toes and leaned into the cross, as if she could somehow escape her punishment.

Ice whipped her again, careful not to let the flogger wrap around her hip, ripping another pained cry from her lips.

“Honesty, Silver,” he scolded, steel infusing his voice. “I expect complete honesty from you tonight. What’s your favorite color?”

“Green!” she cried out as the flogger connected sharply with the tops of her thighs. “But not like, bright green. Dark, like-like a forest green.”

“Good girl.” Letting the flogger fall to his side, he stepped up to the cross, running his hand down her welted skin. “Next question. Are you wet for me, baby?”

“God, yes.” Her laugh was strained as she let her head fall to the side, her eyes fluttering closed. “So fucking wet, S—Daddy.”

“Do you want Daddy to make you feel good, baby?”

“Please.”

Well, since she’d asked so nicely…

Sliding his hand over her hip, he dipped his fingers between her soaked lips. A needy cry ripped from her lips as she bucked against his hand, trapping him between her welcoming heat and the cool wood of the cross.

“Daddy, please!”

Never had he been so tempted to abandon a scene and simply bury himself in his submissive. But he had questions, and he’d never get answers if he gave her what she wanted this early in the game.

So even though it killed him, he stepped back from the cross, the movement pulling a disappointed whine from his girl.

“Next question. And remember that I expect total honesty from you, baby.”

Her dramatic sigh nearly made him laugh. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Why did you come to the club tonight?”

“Lottie invited me. She texted me—oh, shit. Where’s Braden?” Panic crept into her tone as she whipped her head around, looking for Lottie’s strict Daddy. “He’s not supposed to know she has my number.”

“Braden is making his rounds. You can let him know his little girl has something to confess once we’re done here.”

“No, I can’t! I promised!”

The panic in her voice made him hesitate. If he pushed her too hard on that particular issue, they’d never get around to what he really wanted to know. “We can discuss that later. Next question. Why did you sign up for the auction?”

Several seconds ticked by as she hesitated, clearly weighing her answer. “Lottie offered.”

Once, twice, three times he snapped the leather falls across her ass hard enough to have her squealing and squirming in place.

“Try again, little girl.”

Silver snarled and jerked at her chains. “How about you try fucking off?”

Naughty, naughty little girl. “That’s six.”

“Six what? Daddy, no!” she added on a shriek when Elias whipped the flogger across the backs of her thighs.

“Beckett was kind enough to lend me his play bag for the evening, and it just so happens he has one of those nice big school paddles in there. You know, the kind with the holes drilled into the wood so there’s less resistance? I think that should make my point quite nicely.”

Taking his cue, Beckett made his way up to the platform, bag in hand. The paddle was at the bottom, gleaming in a pale purplish wood Ice recognized instantly. He pulled it from the bag, testing the weight of it in his hand as he gave it a few test swings.

“It’s heavy, so don’t swing too hard. Even a true masochist is going to struggle to take the full six from that thing,” Beckett warned in a quiet voice.

“Noted. Thanks for the assist.”

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