Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
RUBY
T rapped, helpless, and completely at the mercy of a man she knew to be a sadist.
Not a bad ending for a date night, really.
Blowing out a breath, she dragged in another lungful of air as he pushed deeper, stretching her open even wider. The little bites of pain as he filled her only wound the coil of need in her belly tighter and tighter.
“That’s my good girl,” he crooned, rocking his hips back to give her a moment of relief before thrusting in again. “Taking all of Daddy’s cock in your tight little asshole. You’re taking me so well, baby. Just a little more.”
“H-hurts,” she whimpered as another flash of pain shot through her.
“I know, baby. But you’re going to take the pain, aren’t you, my pretty little Ruby?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
Another thrust of his hips, another bite of pain as her ass was stretched impossibly wide. “And why is that? Why are you taking every bit of pain I want to give you?”
Her mind was too scrambled to come up with a sarcastic response, even if she’d been willing to risk it. And so she gave him the only answer she had. “Because it p-pleases you, Sir.”
“ Fuck .” With a deep groan, he settled inside her, the full length of him buried deep inside her ass. “Your tight little asshole feels so good on Daddy’s cock, baby. Are you ready for Daddy to make you feel good, too?”
“God, yes. Please, Daddy.”
Beckett shifted, reaching behind him for something. She heard the buzzing before she saw the pink toy in his hand.
And then he was pressing it against her clit, the vibrations shoving her off the cliff before she even knew what was happening, the pleasure inside her fracturing, shattering as she screamed.
“That’s it, baby.” With the toy still pressed against her clit, driving her up toward another peak whether she wanted it or not, he pulled all the way back. With every inch, his cock scraped against her sensitive inner walls and she yanked against her restraints in a futile attempt to stop him.
Another orgasm crashed over her, wrecking her just as he surged forward again, fucking her bottom with deep, hard strokes. Pain melded with pleasure, until she no longer knew one from the other.
Until she no longer cared.
“Daddy, please,” she gasped out, arching up involuntarily as he pushed her toward another orgasm. “I can’t. It’s too much. Please .”
“Poor baby.” There was sympathy in his tone, but it didn’t ring true. It was too sweet, too syrupy to be genuine. “Are you ready to be done with the toy?”
“Yes! Please, I can’t. I can’t.”
Again he fucked her, one long, deep thrust that only added more pain to the confusing mixture swirling inside her. “That’s a shame. I thought you were my good girl.”
Guilt and shame sat heavy on her chest. “I am!”
“Are you? Because my good girl wouldn’t tell me she can’t take it.”
Tears burned in her eyes. “I c-can take it.”
He smiled as he fucked her again, and just like magic, the guilt and shame disappeared. “I know you can, baby. Come for Daddy again, Ruby Red. And let me hear you scream.”
Scream, she did. So long and loud a part of her worried someone might call the cops.
But then again, maybe they should. Because she was fairly certain he meant to kill her with pleasure.
Not the worst way to go, she supposed.
Again and again, he forced pleasure on her, fracturing her body and mind as she thrashed beneath him. Until her world was nothing but her Daddy and his demands.
Finally, at long last, he went still inside her. As if from a distance, she was vaguely aware of his cock swelling inside her, the heat of his cum filling her as he drove her up to one final sobbing peak.
“Shh, baby. We’re all done. You were so fucking good for me, Ruby. Come here. Let me hold you.”
Quiet descended on them when he turned the toy off and set it aside. His cock slid from her as he leaned forward to unbuckle the restraints from around her wrists before pulling her into his arms and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as she fought to drag enough air into her lungs.
Every inch of her body felt too sensitive, and yet she craved him. Craved the feel of his arms around her, holding her together as she trembled. Craved the soothing way he murmured his praise in her ear as he pushed her soaked hair from her face.
“My beautiful girl,” he whispered, brushing a kiss across the tip of her nose. “Thank you for tonight.”
She was still far too wrecked for actual words, so she simply hummed and buried her face in his chest.
They stayed like that for a while, and little by little she returned to reality. Lovely, sweet reality where she was being cradled in her Daddy’s arms while he ran his fingers through her hair. At some point, he must have taken it down, and she smiled against his chest. “You remembered.”
“Hmmm?”
Tilting her head back she looked up at him. “You remembered I like having my hair played with during aftercare.”
“Ah. Of course I remembered. It’s important.”
“Not to everyone.”
His hand stilled in her hair. “Then those people have no fucking business being Doms.”
Guilt stabbed at her chest. Leave it to her to ruin a perfectly lovely moment. “Sorry. I’ll shut up.”
Now he grabbed a hold of her hair, forcing her head back even further, his expression fierce. “Don’t do that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I upset you.”
“And I’m a big boy. I can handle being a little upset.”
But she didn’t want him to be upset. Especially not because of her. “I could use a shower.”
“You think I don’t notice you changing the subject, naughty girl?”
“I do… but I could still use a shower.”
That muscle in his jaw she’d mentioned at dinner jumped, and for a moment she thought he would push the issue. But then he simply sighed and released his hold on her hair. “All right. One hot shower for my good girl, coming up.”
She squealed as he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the bathroom with that effortless way he had that belied his slender form. They showered, and he asked if she wanted the jets before switching them on. For what seemed like hours she stood there with him rubbing the stiffness from her shoulders as the jets did the rest of the work. And when they were clean and dry again, he took her back to bed, where he insisted on cuddling her again.
Who would have known that Beckett ‘I don’t do aftercare’ Stone was such a cuddle-whore?
“I really need to get back home,” she said, stifling a yawn as she ignored her own protests and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
“Why?”
“Gotta work in the morning. Don’t have my car.”
“I’ll drive you.”
That had her tilting her head back again to smirk up at him. “I have to be at work by five-thirty, which means I need to be up no later than four thirty to get out the door on time.”
“You can borrow one of my cars.”
The simple, easy shift from one solution to the other made her laugh. “Your cars probably cost more than I make in five years. I’m not risking it.”
“I have insurance. It’s fine.” Dipping his head, he nuzzled her neck, and despite how thoroughly he’d worn her out earlier, the need he’d satisfied flickered back to life. “Stay with me, Ruby Red. I want you to stay.”
How the hell was she supposed to say no to that?
She couldn’t. Not when the thought of going back to her empty apartment, falling asleep without the warmth of this arms around her held such little appeal.
“All right.” Sighing at her complete lack of willpower, she snuggled into his embrace. “I’ll stay.”
Ruby
Groaning at the sound of her alarm, Ruby reached over and smacked the button to turn it off before rolling over and staring at Beckett’s ceiling.
Everything hurt , right down to her eyeballs, and the last thing she wanted to do was climb out of Beckett’s ridiculously comfortable bed at four o’clock on a Saturday morning to go to work.
But she needed the money, and Jay was relying on her. They’d let most of the seasonal staff go, which meant they were down to just their usual people and if she called off, it would put them in a bind.
Dragging herself out of bed with another stifled groan, she headed for the bathroom and eyed the giant tiled shower while she took care of her morning business. She didn’t need a shower, since she and Beckett had taken one together the night before. But the thought of those powerful jets pounding away at her sore muscles was far too tempting to resist.
So she indulged, just a bit, letting the hot water ease the aches as much as possible before she finally forced herself to turn them off. And since she did actually feel a good bit better, and her headache was mostly gone, she considered it time well spent.
She was feeling so much better, in fact, that the brat she’d suppressed through most of their date came to the surface as she finished brushing her teeth. Giggling quietly to herself, she switched her toothbrush with Beckett’s. It was a small thing, but one he’d no doubt notice and call her out on later.
Her second opportunity to trip him up came when she paused in front of the hooks where he kept his keys. One hook held the set he always used, the set with the gold ‘B’ he’d told her Ice had given him for his birthday. Two other hooks held the keys to his other two cars, and the last two hooks were empty.
“Hmmm. BMW or Mercedes? Choices, choices.”
In the end, she eenie-meenie-miney-moed her way to the Mercedes. Slipping the key from the hook, she paused and after a moment of hesitation moved Beckett’s keys to the hook on the opposite end. He might not notice, but she was looking forward to finding out if he did.
With that bit of mischief complete, she made her way out to the garage, following the instructions he’d given her to open the doors for her to back out and then to close them again behind her. She was tempted to leave them open, but that felt like poking the bear a little too much.
And then she was off, driving down the highway in a car that drove like a fucking dream, doing her damnedest to follow the speed limit. Or at least, as closely as possible.
Despite what he’d said about having insurance in the event she wrecked the car, she had no doubt his Daddy side would make an appearance if she got a speeding ticket while driving his vehicle.
And she wasn’t entirely sure she could be mad about it, if it did. He had every right to set and enforce rules when it was his property at stake. Not to mention his earlier comments about ‘renegotiating’ their current relationship if she continued to ‘put herself in harm’s way’ or whatever he’d said.
She’d never really had that. Her one and only full-time Dom had never cared much if she was taken care of, beyond what he provided for her financially. And his only concern when it came to her physical health had been whether or not she would be able to serve him.
It was… nice, she decided as she drove. Nice to feel cared for, to feel looked after.
Not quite nice enough for her to give him complete control over her life. But maybe nice enough for her to bend the rules. Just a bit.
She rolled the problem over in her mind as she drove to work, so much so that by the time she parked a couple blocks down—to avoid the inevitable questions if her coworkers saw her pulling up in a car she clearly couldn’t afford on her own—her head was pounding again. Searching in her purse, she grabbed a bottle of Tylenol and dry-swallowed two pills.
God, she wished she could have just stayed in bed with Beckett and let him Daddy her all day.
“Don’t be such a baby,” she scolded herself as she climbed out of his car and into the unusually bitter cold that had settled over Charleston. “Just because he likes to play Daddy doesn’t mean he wants to take care of you when you’re being a whiny brat about a little headache.”
Nope. As she’d learned a long time ago, the only person she could rely on when push came to shove was herself. Time to pull on her big-girl panties and get to work.