Page 30 of Ruin Me, Daddy

And maybe he had. God knew he’d spent enough time watching her scene with other men at Black Light whenever she and Ace had been ‘off again’. Whatever the reason, Ice knew exactly where to touch her, how to touch her in exactly all the right ways.

He used that knowledge against her, rolling his fingertips over her aching and swollen clit, using just enough pressure to drive her closer to the edge but never enough to send her flying.

“Are you ready to beg yet, baby?”

Yes, Daddy. Whatever you want, Daddy. Please, Daddy. But she managed to swallow down her pleas, instead lifting her head to raise an eyebrow at him as if she were completely unaffected by his touch. “Not on your life.”

“Have it your way, then.”

They repeated the dance, with him flogging her thighs, her pussy, even her breasts before returning to her side and using his fingers to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. Over and over again, with her resistance growing weaker every time he asked her if she was ready to beg.

Until, with her body covered in his welts and her pussy aching more than she could ever remember, she broke.

“Please,” she whispered, lifting her hips to press against his hand, desperation driving her every move. “Please, god, I can’t take it anymore.”

“Please what, baby? Tell Daddy exactly what you want.” His order was punctuated by his fingers spearing her, stroking that hidden bundle of nerves inside of her and making her want to scream.

“Please fuck me! Please, Daddy, I need your cock inside me right fucking now. I’ll do whatever you want, say whatever you want, just please fuck me.”

“You beg so pretty, baby.” His fingers slid from her, and she might have actually wept if she hadn’t felt the tip of his cock stretching her open a moment later. Strong hands gripped her thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he pushed deeper inside her. “Is this what you want, Silver baby? You want Daddy’s cock in your tight little cunt?”

She hated that word. More, he knew she hated that word. And yet, her pussy spasmed at the sound of it, clamping down around him as he slowly worked his way into her, stretching and filling her beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

Knowing how large he was, she realized, was a whole different beast than actually feeling him inside her. Even as worked up as she was, there was still pain as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.

“Yes, Daddy,” she managed to gasp out, instinctively yanking at her restraints. She wanted to be free, wanted to wrap her arms around him, wanted to dig her nails into his back as he took her.

But she was trapped. Helpless. Completely at his mercy.

And it thrilled her.

“Such a good little slut for Daddy. Taking all of me inside this sweet little pussy.” His voice was a low growl in her ear, and she swore she could feel it all the way down to her clit. “One of the few regrets I have in life is that I never actually got to feel you come on my cock that night at Roulette. Are you going to let me feel you tonight, baby? Are you going to let me feel what it’s like to have you squeezing my cock with your pretty little cunt as you scream my name?”

The only word she hated more than ‘cunt’ was being called a slut or a whore. But unlike when Ace called her those things, there was a hint of awe in Ice’s voice. Like he couldn’t quite believe he got to have her this way, that she would debase herself for him. Almost as though he was worshiping her, even as he degraded and used her.

And if he could worship, then she could beg. “Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”

“Fuck, I love the way you beg. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

With one hand still gripping her thigh, he snaked the other between them to press against her clit. Lifting his head, he pierced her with those dark eyes. “Now, Silver. Let them hear your scream for me.”

Pleasure coiled in her belly, tighter and tighter with every stroke of his thumb over her clit, every thrust of his cock inside her. Until, finally, it snapped, flooding her veins with lava-hot need.

And as he’d demanded, she screamed for him. Screamed for Daddy as her pussy contracted around his thick cock.

Ice groaned, his movements becoming more frantic as he fucked her through that first orgasm, and then another. Before he slammed into her one final time, his cock swelling inside her, filling her with his cum.

For a long moment, all she could hear was the roar of her own blood in her ears and his ragged breathing. Bit by bit, the roaring ebbed, and she could hear the murmurs of the crowd around them.

“That was beautiful,” Ice murmured, leaning in to kiss her with such brutal tenderness she found herself blinking back tears when they parted. “Better than I ever imagined.”

“Yeah? That sounds like quite a feat.”

“It is.” One corner of his mouth quirked up in a boyish grin she couldn’t even remember seeing when he’d actually been a boy. “I spent a lot of time imagining what it would be like if I ever got you under me. But the reality was so much better.”

She should probably be pissed that he’d been fantasizing about her for so long without telling her, but she didn’t have the energy for mad just then. Maybe they’d fight about it later.

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