Page 27 of Ruin Me, Daddy

“Anytime, my friend.”

Paddle in hand, Ice stepped up behind Silver’s tense form. He tapped the wood against her bottom, those dark parts deep inside of him crowing with triumph when she whimpered softly.

Shifting his stance slightly, he took aim—and swung.

Silver

Pain exploded across her ass, shocking a shriek from her as the burn radiated through her flesh. Not only was there the sting of the wood meeting her bare skin, there was an added ache, deep in her muscles that she knew would linger well past tonight.

“I’m sorry!” she squealed, shifting and dancing as much as the restraints allowed.

Except she wasn’t sorry, not really. Telling him to fuck off had felt really damn good at the time. So mostly she was sorry she was in trouble, but she was self-aware enough to know she’d do it again in a heartbeat given half a chance.

Ice didn’t even bother to address her apology or to lecture her more before the wood connected with her ass a second time. And then a third.

By the fourth, she was actually starting to feel sorry. For herself. That paddle fucking hurt.

“Daddy, please!” Tears slipped from her eyes as a fifth wave of agony broke across her skin. “I’ll be good, I promise!”

Her promises did nothing to keep the sixth swat from falling. Sagging against the cross, she dragged in a shaky breath as her tears continued to soak her cheeks.

“Are you going to swear at me again, baby?” Ice’s voice had softened considerably, and the first prickles of guilt stabbed at her heart. Something about hearing him call her ‘baby’ made her want to melt at his feet.

“No, Daddy,” she answered with a sniffle. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s my good girl. Are you going to answer my question?”

The pain from her paddling had scrambled her brain, and her mind raced, frantically trying to remember what he’d asked to set her off in the first place. “C-could you repeat the question?”

Maybe her politeness would override the fact she’d forgotten what he’d asked. From behind her, she heard him chuckle softly, which either boded well for her… or very, very badly.

“Why did you sign up for the auction, Silver? The real reason, not just because Lottie said you should or there happened to be an empty spot.” He was closer now, his voice dropping to a growl as he spoke directly in her ear. “The truth, Silver, or I’ll find something better than lies to fill that pretty mouth of yours with.”

Fear, familiar and primal, crawled up her spine. Along with a healthy dose of burning arousal.

She’d had Ice’s cock in her mouth once before. She remembered, with perfect clarity, how he’d filled and stretched her. How he’d tasted on her tongue. How proud he’d looked when she’d swallowed all of him like a good little girl.

She realized with a jolt that those memories were the real truth of why she’d signed up for the auction. To get his attention, maybe even get another scene with him. Looking back on it now, she could see how manipulative it had been. “Because I’m an asshole.”

Ice’s low growl made her whimper despite herself. “Another six.”

Pain exploded across her ass again, bringing with it a fresh wave of tears. “Daddy, no!”

“Yes, baby. Nobody talks about my babygirl that way, especially my babygirl.”

My babygirl. Except she wasn’t his. Not really. There was too much at stake for them to be together beyond tonight.

But for tonight… Tonight, he’d paid for her. So maybe, just for tonight, she could pretend the world outside the club didn’t exist. She could pretend it was just him and her.

She could pretend, for a few beautiful hours, that she really was his.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried out as the paddle connected a fourth time with her ass.

Two more swats landed, each one making her cry out as the agony settled deep in her flesh. And then he was beside her, gently wiping the tears from her face as she whimpered and sobbed through the ebbing pain.

“Are you going to be my good girl, baby?” he murmured, brushing a soft cloth over her cheeks.

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

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