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Jesus. He was actually trying to kill her. Between them, his cock sprang free from the confines of his pants and she nearly whimpered as the heat of it pressed against her, taunting her with its nearness. “Can I please ride your cock, Daddy?”

“There’s my good girl. Since you asked so nicely, yes you may.”

With a sigh of relief, she raised up, and slowly lowered herself down onto him, impaling her dripping pussy with the thick length of him.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. You feel so fucking good on Daddy’s cock. Keep going baby.”

With his praise echoing in her ears, she rode. And as she rode, he shifted his hold on her, and she realized too late what he was reaching for.

“Oh, Daddy, no! It burns!” she whined as he pulled the ginger from her bottom and slid it back in, fucking her ass with the wicked vegetable in tandem with his cock moving inside her pussy.

“I’m sure it does, baby. But you like the way I hurt you, don’t you, Ruby Red?”

She shook her head in vehement denial. “Uh-uh!”

“Do you know what liars get, Ruby?”

“N-No.”

“Liars get Daddy’s cock down their throat and no orgasms. Is that what you want?”

“No, Daddy!”

“Then tell the truth. Do you like it when Daddy hurts you?”

It was pointless to deny it when every thrust of the ginger inside her only fueled the need coiling in her belly. When every bit of pain only drove her pleasure higher and higher.

And yet, it took more strength than she thought she had to answer him. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, what, Ruby? Say it, and Daddy will let you come.”

“Yes, I like it when you hurt me!”

“Good fucking girl.”

In a flash, she was on her back, being pounded into his mattress as he fucked her hard and fast. With every movement, his hips slammed into her aching ass, and fresh tears welled in her eyes as the pain threatened to overwhelm her again.

The orgasm ripped through her without warning. Destroying her from the inside as she screamed out her pleasure. And her Daddy followed just a few short thrusts later, pinning her to the bed as he emptied himself into her.

“My good girl,” he murmured as he pulled her into his arms, their chests both rising and falling rapidly as they fought to regain their breath. “You took your punishment so well, baby.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I may be addicted to hearing you call me Daddy.”

Everything inside her melted at his words. “Is that so?”

“Mmm. I may have to keep you tied to my bed so I can hear it all the time.”

He didn’t mean it. Neither of them was looking for anything so permanent. But for right now, she was content to stay in her little cocoon of denial and pretend there wasn’t a clocking ticking down their time together.

CHAPTER 23

RUBY

Again she woke in Beckett’s cloud of a bed, sore and satisfied in all the best possible ways. But unlike before, she didn’t have the luxury of simply lounging in all that softness until the sun woke her. Today it was her alarm dragging her out of dreamland, and she rolled over to smack it off with a groan.

“I thought I woke up at an ungodly hour.”

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