Page 72 of Bet On Me, Daddy

Beckett’s voice, rough with sleep, had her turning back to offer up an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I need to get going. Mind if I shower here again?”

A slow smile stretched across his face as he reached for her, pulling her down toward him. “Only if I can join you.”

Heat pulsed through her veins. “You’ll have to be quick.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

In a move that left her breathless, he rolled off the bed and scooped her up in his arms all at the same time, grinning down at her as he hauled her to the bathroom. “One quick orgasm, coming up.”

“Not the jets!” she squealed, burying her face in his neck when he tried to set her on her feet.

“You didn’t like the jets?”

“I did, they just… took me by surprise.”

Chuckling, he juggled her in his arms as he reached for the controls. “Remind me the next time you stay over and I’ll teach you how they work. For now, no jets.”

Next time?

Before she could question him about it, gentle raindrops of water spilled from the showerhead above them and she sighed. “That’s much better.”

“My girl likes her sex rough but showers soft. Duly noted,” he said with another deep laugh.

Sliding down so her feet were pressed against the warm tile, she left her arms looped around his neck. “Your girl, huh?”

“Within the pre-negotiated bounds of our relationship, of course.”

“Of course.” That was exactly how she wanted it, so there was no reason for the little jab of regret under her breast.

No reason at all.

Beckett lowered his head, his lips brushing down the wet skin of her neck. Soft, gentle pleasure that made her insides tremble with want and need. “I want to taste you again. I want to make you come on my tongue so many times your knees go weak and you can’t hold yourself up a second longer.”

A second later, she found herself spun around, pressed up against the glass behind them, his body hard and warm behind hers as his cock breached her entrance and his laughter, low and wicked echoed in her ears. “But you said you don’t have time for all that. So you’re going to let Daddy fuck you, hard and fast, and you better hope you come before I do or else you’re going to spend your entire day with your pussy dripping for me.”

The sudden switch made her head spin, and when he wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her head back against his shoulder, a whimper slipped from her lips. “Beckett…”

“Who am I when I’ve got my cock in your tight little cunt, Ruby?”

Daddy. You’re Daddy.The words trembled on her lips, but she fought them back. “We’re not in the club. Or your bed,Beckett.”

The fingers around her throat tightened, just a fraction. Not nearly enough to cut off her oxygen but enough for her to know he could if he wanted to. And for the first time in all the years she’d been a submissive, it thrilled her to know he could hurt her that way. Maybe because she knew, deep in her bones, he never actually would.

Whatever the reason, the fear only added to the need pounding through her veins with every thrust of his cock inside her. “Smartass little girl. I changed my mind. No orgasms for you this morning.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Oh, I think it’s entirely fair.” Still holding her by the throat, he fucked her, driving her closer and closer to her own peak with every thrust. “You want to be a brat? Fine. But there are consequences.”

Dammit. Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth shut for once? There was nobody around to impress with her bratting skills. And yet, she couldn’t seem to help herself. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good!”

“Too late.” Pulling out of her, he gripped her hair in his fist, using his hold on her to guide her to her knees. She watched, equal parts turned on and horrified as he gripped his cock in his free hand and pumped. “Close your eyes, Ruby Red. Daddy’s got something for that pretty face of yours.”

Shit. She squeezed her eyes shut just in time for the hot, sticky mess to coat her face. Humiliation flooded her, not just because she’d been a brat and this was obviously her punishment, but because there was just something about beingcovered in a man’s cum that made her feel like nothing more than a toy to be used for his pleasure.

And because that feeling of being a thing to be used only made her hotter, wetter than she already had been.

“Fucking gorgeous.” His voice was gravelly with need, and pride swelled in her chest as he brushed a finger over her cheek, swiping away some of his cum. “Open your mouth, baby. Daddy has a treat for you.”

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