Page 29 of Ruin Me, Daddy

But then that fleeting emotion disappeared, and she nodded. “Just for you, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Stepping back, he nudged the flogger and paddle he’d dropped at his feet to the side before reaching for her. He released her from the restraints just long enough to spin her around, her welted back and ass pressing up against the wood in a move that had her hissing at him.

“You did that on purpose.”

“If you hadn’t been so naughty, your bottom wouldn’t be so sore, now would it?” he reminded her with a quiet laugh as he trapped her wrists in the restraints once more.

“That’s beside the point.”

“I think it’s entirely the point, naughty girl.”

With her arms spread and locked in place, he cupped the back of her head with one hand, leaning in to capture her pouty lips as he slid his other hand down to where she was still gushing for him. She whimpered into the kiss as he pumped his fingers inside her, working her toward her release.

It was a shame he didn’t have his own play bag. He had a few toys in there he would have enjoyed tormenting her with that would have had her begging for his cock in under a minute.

Then again, there was something to be said for working for what you wanted.

“Legs apart, baby,” he murmured against her mouth before giving her full bottom lip a quick nip. “Daddy’s going to teach you to beg.”

Her breath hitched as she widened her stance, exposing her glistening pussy to the audience he’d all but forgotten they had. It was so easy—too easy—to get lost in her, to the exclusion of everything else around them.

“Good girl. Hold that position, or I’ll have to punish you.”

Another hitch of her breath nearly had him unzipping his leathers to take her right then and there, begging be damned. But he wanted to hear her whining and pleading for mercy more than he wanted the release of a quick fuck, so he turned away to pick up the flogger. Thankfully, Beckett had been open to letting him keep this one if things got… messy.

And he had every intention of making a mess of his naughty girl before the night was through.

“Daddy, no,” Silver whined, squirming so that her breasts jiggled with every movement. “I’m so sore already.”

He had no doubt she was. But despite her protests, her pupils were blown with desire and a knowing smile curved her lips.

Sore or not, his girl wanted more. And he was more than happy to give her exactly what she wanted.

“All you have to do is beg, baby, and this stops.” Flicking his wrist, he brought the flogger down, the tips catching the sensitive inner skin of her right thigh and earning him a high, sharp cry of pain as she arched up, her breasts shining beneath the lights.

Another flick of the wrist duplicated the punishment on her opposite thigh, drawing more of those delicious cries from her lips.

“Are you ready to beg yet, baby?”

“Never,” she gasped out, the challenge dancing in her eyes as she lifted her head to meet his gaze.

“We’ll see about that.”

Silver

The tips of the leather lashed at her thighs again, sending sharp waves of pain straight through her clit. Pain her body immediately confused with pleasure, making her ache in ways that had nothing to do with the flogger he was wielding with such precision.

An ache she already knew would only be eased by his cock inside her.

But she wasn’t ready to beg just yet.

Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back as she surrendered herself to his delicious torment.

She flinched, very nearly pulling her legs together when a particularly hard stroke landed inches from her pussy. Luckily for her, she remembered herself at the last minute and kept her feet firmly planted.

“You’re being such a good girl for Daddy.” Ice’s low voice rumbled in her ears, giving her only a moment of notice before his fingers were on her, in her again, teasing and torturing her as if he’d spent years learning exactly what made her tick.

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