Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
BECKETT
I t had been too long since he’d had a naughty girl standing in the corner, waiting for his discipline. And it surprised him how right it felt. Not just to have someone there again, but that the someone was Ruby.
They weren’t a good match. In so many ways, they just didn’t fit. She needed far more independence than he was comfortable giving, and his money clearly worried her for reasons he couldn’t fathom.
And yet, here she was. Fidgeting in the corner, her beautiful, round ass on display while he carefully cut and peeled a ginger plug. Every now and then, she would sigh, and he found himself fighting back the urge to laugh at how adorably pitiful she sounded.
When the ginger was peeled just right, with a notch at the bottom to keep it in place during her punishment, he turned to face her. “All right, Ruby Red. To the bedroom with you.”
Turning away from the corner, she bent at the waist, reaching for her jeans until he stopped her. “What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
“Pulling my pants up. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Did Daddy tell you to pull your pants up?”
Raising her head, she shot him a glare that probably would have knocked a lesser man on his ass. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
“I am very fucking serious. Keep your pants right where they are.”
“Ugh.” With a loud, annoyed groan, she straightened up again. “This is so embarrassing .”
“Good.” He waited for her to shuffle past before following her into the bedroom, his gaze locked on the bounce of her bottom as she moved. “Maybe you’ll remember this the next time you want to get mouthy during a punishment. Because if you think this is embarrassing, just imagine how you’d feel doing the naughty girl shuffle in front of the entire club.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Wrapping her ponytail around his fist, he pulled her head back, his voice dropping to a low growl in her ear. “There isn’t much I wouldn’t dare when it comes to you, Ruby Red. Something to keep in mind the next time you want to test me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The response came out breathless, and when he looked down, her pupils were blown with need.
“Much better. Now, take your jeans off, go bend over the end of the bed and reach behind you. I want you to hold your bottom open for the ginger.”
“Talk about embarrassing,” she mumbled, but she did as she was told when he released her, pressing her torso against the mattress as she reached behind her to grip her bottom cheeks. The position would leave her a bit unbalanced while having the added benefit of forcing her to be an active participant in her punishment.
Stepping up behind her, he ran his free hand over the swell of her ass. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this sight.”
“My asshole?”
Her response surprised a laugh out of him. “That, too. But I meant you, presenting yourself for my discipline. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite so fucking beautiful, Ruby.”
“Oh. Um. Thank you, Sir.”
There was an uncertainty to her tone that had him wondering how often she received compliments. And wishing once more he could get his hands on the man who’d so obviously mistreated her.
Pushing aside those violent thoughts, he pressed the tip of the ginger to her exposed bottom hole. Ruby whimpered, and the sadist in him crowed with triumph.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
“No. I’m fine.”
Little liar. Chuckling softly, he pushed the ginger in deeper, forcing her bottom to open for the delightful little torture device. “Give it a minute. It will.”
More of those lovely noises escaped as he worked the ginger into her bottom, until it settled in at the notch he’d made, just like with a regular plug. “You can let go now, Ruby Red.”
“It burns,” she whined as she released her hold on her ass cheeks. “I don’t like it.”
“That’s too bad. Because it’s going to burn a lot more by the time we’re done, little girl.”
Ruby
Fuck, fuck, fuck .
She’d greatly underestimated how badly the ginger would burn. Oh, she’d heard all about it, read plenty of stories. But nothing had quite prepared her for the reality of having her asshole set on fire from the inside.
And the worst part was, her body’s instinctive response to that burning sensation was to clench around the offending item. Which only served to make the pain worse.
It was misery.
It was punishment.
It was euphoria.
Because even as the burn in her ass grew, so did her need. Until she was fighting the urge to spread her legs even further and beg him to fuck her.
“All right, naughty girl,” he said as he settled on the edge of the bed. “Over Daddy’s knee you go.”
Shit. She’d completely forgotten she still had a spanking coming.
“Daddy, please! I learned my lesson, I swear.” She didn’t even care that she was pleading, begging for mercy. The fire inside her ass had become an inferno, burning away whatever dignity she had. “I’m sorry! I’ll tell everyone not to call you Bex, I promise.”
“I am very pleased to hear that. But you haven’t been punished for that, yet.”
“What the hell do you call shoving this vegetable from hell in my ass, then?”
“A punishment, yes.” His low laughter met her ears as he patted his thigh, a clear instruction for her to come drape herself over his lap for her spanking. “But that is to teach you what happens to little girls who speak in rude, disrespectful ways when they are already in trouble. Come here, Ruby.”
It took every bit of courage she had to push herself up from the bed and shuffle around to where he was seated. A moment later, she found herself face down again, only this time she was draped over one muscular thigh with her bare ass in the perfect position for a spanking.
“As I said, the ginger is for how you spoke to me after I told you I was going to punish you. The spanking you’re about to get is what you would have gotten for Lottie calling me ‘Bex’, if you’d been a good girl and accepted your punishment gracefully. I want you to think about that while you’re getting your naughty bottom spanked.”
She was definitely thinking about it and she was definitely regretting her choice to push him so hard. “Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my good girl.” His voice lost that hard edge as he ran a hand over her hair. “Let’s see if we can keep her around for a bit, yeah?”
“I’ll try.”
“That’s all I’ll ever ask of you, baby. Now brace yourself, because this is going to hurt.”
Holy fuck, he wasn’t joking. As soon as the words left his mouth, pain exploded across her right cheek, and she realized with a sudden horror that he’d actually been holding back when he’d punished her at the club.
And he didn’t give her any time to adjust to the sudden onslaught, either. He spanked fast and hard, lighting her ass on fire as she wiggled and squirmed over his lap. To make matters worse, with every swat her muscles instinctively clenched, reigniting the fire from the ginger over and over.
“Oh! Beckett, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I swear!”
Unable to help herself, she threw a hand back, desperate to block the blows raining down on her ass. Without missing a beat, Beckett threaded his fingers with hers, pinning her hand at the small of her back.
“Ow, ow, ow, Daddy, please! Please, I’m sorry !”
To her dismay, tears filled her eyes as he shifted his focus to her sit-spots, the fresh agony threatening to overwhelm her. “I’m sure you are sorry, little girl. But Daddy promised you a punishment, and that’s exactly what you’re getting.”
“It hurts too much, Daddy, please!”
“It’s not too much. Because you’re Daddy’s good girl and you can take it. Can’t you, baby?”
She wasn’t his good girl. If she was, she wouldn’t be over his knee with her bottom stuffed full of ginger while he spanked her raw.
But, god, she wanted to be. So she squeezed her eyes shut and focused on enduring her punishment.
Until, at long last, it was over and she collapsed over his knee, panting and whimpering as her bottom throbbed in pain.
Letting his hand come to rest on her seared flesh, Beckett spoke in a low, quiet voice. “Have you learned your lesson, Ruby Red?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“No more nicknames?”
“No, Daddy!”
“Hmm.” He gave her bottom a hard squeeze, and she yelped at the flash of pain. “And the next time Daddy says you’ve earned a spanking, are you going to talk back or accept your punishment like a good girl?”
Sniffling back the tears filling her eyes, she considered her response. Too long, apparently, for his liking because he gave her bottom another hard squeeze. “I’m waiting for an answer, little girl.”
“I’ll try to be good, Daddy.” There. That was about as honest as she could get.
Thankfully, Beckett simply laughed at her response. “That’ll do for now. Come here, baby. Let Daddy hold you.”
Pushing herself up from his knee, she straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. “I really am sorry I was so bad.”
“You weren’t bad, baby. Just a little naughty. And it’s all over now. Clean slate, remember?”
Right. Just like when he’d punished her at the club. She’d been punished and now her slate was clean. She was forgiven.
She was his good girl again.
God , she’d needed this.
And as she snuggled against him, with his hands cupping her poor, abused bottom, another feeling was making itself known. The need that had taken a backseat during her punishment was slowly being reawakened by his hands stroking her heated flesh.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, baby?”
Suddenly feeling too shy to actually ask for what she wanted, she sat up straighter, reaching between them to fumble with the closure of his dress pants.
Beckett raised one dark eyebrow, amusement lighting the dark brown of his eyes. “Something I can help you with, Ruby Red?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Use your words, baby. Tell Daddy what you want. Just like before.”
Embarrassment heated her cheeks as she fought to get his zipper down. “You. Inside me. Please.”
“Ask me nicely if you can ride my cock.”
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.