Page 91 of Bet On Me, Daddy

With that plan in place, he grabbed his keys from the wrong hook, ignoring the itch between his shoulder blades as he did so, and headed out for his Saturday morning session with his personal trainer.

Candace put him through his paces, and then did so again with a new routine he was convinced she’d devised just to torture him.

He was absolutely certain she could put any Dominant at Club BDE to shame if she had half a mind to. As he’d often told Ice, he’d decided long ago that she was some kind of demon sent to torment rich douchebags like him.

But she got results, and the results were what he cared about. So he continued to let himself be tortured by her, even if he sometimes questioned his own sanity in doing so.

After Candace—and a very long, very hot shower with the jets turned on high—he headed to his home office to catch up on work he hadn’t been able to get to during the week. Just a normal Saturday for Beckett Stone.

And if his attention strayed more than usual, if he found himself missing the sound of Ruby’s laughter, if maybe his house was a little too…emptywithout her, it didn’t mean anything.

Casual. They were still keeping things casual.

Right. That’s why you wanted to play Daddy last night, even though you weren’t at the club.

Playing Daddy wasn’t the same thing asbeingher Daddy. It was just how he liked to play. And she’d looked so fucking cute, all red-faced and embarrassed after he’d made her edge herself in the bathroom.

After he’d made her record her edging herself in the bathroom.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he ignored the pile of emails in his inbox as he opened her text from the night before. Need, hot and demanding, slammed into him at the sight of her hand sliding down her body. At the angle she was filming from, he couldn’t see as much as he would like, but it didn’t matter.

He could see enough to know his good girl was following his instructions to the letter. And that was all he cared about.

Leaning back in his chair, he pulled his cock free from the sweatpants he’d thrown on after his shower and squeezed the already rock-hard length.

Ruby’s soft whimpers filled the air, followed by her tremulous, “One, Sir.”

Fuckthat was… everything.

He watched, fascinated and more turned on than he’d ever been in his life as she worked herself toward the edge a second time—and froze completely. In the background, he could just hear someone else moving around, a stall door closing it sound like.

And poor little Ruby’s labored breathing.

“Come on, baby. You can do it,” he murmured as he stroked his cock. Even though she couldn’t hear him, even though the video was hours old, he couldn’t resist encouraging her. “You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you, Ruby Red.”

As if she’d actually heard him, Ruby blew out a breath and her fingers began moving again. And then the camera was on her face, excitement and embarrassment flooding her cheeks and dancing in her eyes as she spoke her next count. “Two, Sir.”

He wasn’t sure he was going to make it to five.

But he forced himself to hold back, keeping his own pleasure just out of reach the same way she was as she spoke the nextcount. Number four came soon after, and her begging nearly drove him over the edge.

“Daddy, please. I’m dying here. Please let me come.”

“One more, baby. You can do it,” he said through gritted teeth as his balls drew up, tightening to the point of pain with his delayed need. “One more for Daddy, baby.”

Again, as if she’d heard him, a moment later her cry of “Five, Sir!” echoed in his ears.

For him. She’d done this, debased herself, denied herself pleasure for him. Simply because he’d asked.

Because she was hisgood fucking girl.

“Fuck!” The orgasm came on so fast and so hard he didn’t have time to grab anything to catch it. Heart pounding, he looked at the mess in front of him and sighed.

“Guess I need to go buy a new keyboard.”

Ruby

“You look like shit.”

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