Chapter 11
Ruby
Excitement pulsed through her veins, mingling with the delicious fear his words inspired. “Daddy, no,” she whined, more for form than anything else as the plug slid from her bottom, leaving her feeling oddly empty
Her fiancé—god, she had a fiancé, and wasn’t that a thrill all on its own—grinned, and another little shiver of fear raced up her spine at the wicked glint in his eye. “Yes, Ruby. Naughty girls get fucked in their naughty hole.”
Despite having just come hard all over his hand a few moments ago, her pussy spasmed at his words. “What if I said I was really sorry?”
One dark brow slowly raised as he reached for the zipper on his pants. “Are you?”
“No, not really.”
Head thrown back, he let out a loud peal of laughter. “Didn’t think so. Brat.”
“You love that about me.”
Everything about him softened as he smiled down at her. “I really do.”
Gripping her ankles, he draped them over his shoulders, and she was suddenly, keenly aware of her own nakedness. He hadn’t bothered to remove his tux, and there was something so decadently depraved about being stripped bare while he was still fully clothed.
Even more so when the blunt head of his cock pressed against her bottom hole. “Unfortunately for you, naughty girl, the only lube I have with me is the ginger lube. Which means you’re as slick as you’re going to get right now, and this is probably going to hurt.”
Need coiled in her stomach. “Good. I like it when it hurts.”
Again his grin flashed, full of wicked promise. “I know you do. My sweet little masochist. Such a perfect fit, aren’t we, Ruby Red?”
The pain she craved was there in every inch of him stretched and filling her ass as he pushed deeper inside her. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped out, her hands fisting in the comforter as the burning ache drove her need even higher.
“That’s a good girl.” His words were a low, possessive growl. “My good girl. Say it, Ruby. Tell me you’re mine.”
There was a desperation in his voice that called to her, that seemed to reach down into the very depths of her soul to the parts of her she’d tried to deny for so long.
The parts that wanted to be owned and claimed and branded as his.
Eyes locked with his, she nodded. “Yes. I’m yours, Daddy. Only yours. Forever.”
“Damn right you are.” As he fucked her with slow, shallow thrusts that were both ecstasy and torment, he moved one hand to her empty pussy, stroking his thumb over her swollen clit.
“And you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, Ruby?
You’re going to come with your bottom full of Daddy’s cock.
Because you might be a brat, but you’re my brat. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Like she could resist him if she wanted to, when he knew every inch of her body even better than she did, and he was using that knowledge to drag her back up to that shimmering peak. “Yes, Daddy!”
“That’s my good fucking girl.” He rocked forward, filling her with that delicious burn as he stretched her open impossibly wide. “Come for Daddy, baby. Let me hear you scream for me.”
Gripping the blanket beneath her, she arched up with a cry as his movements turned frantic. Gone were the slow, forceful thrusts from before. Gone was her sophisticated Daddy, replaced by a creature of want and need, a wild thing desperate to claim his mate in every way possible.
And so she gave herself over to it. To him, to her own desperate desire as pain and pleasure wove themselves together inside her, a tapestry of wicked depravity that only they could create.
She shattered with a scream, her body clamping down around him as he buried himself inside her one final time, his own cry of release melding with hers as he filled those deepest, most forbidden parts of her. Claiming her, branding her as his from the inside out.
“Fuck, baby.” His laugh was shaky, and she realized as she slowly came back to the land of the living, that he was leaning against the bed, as if his legs couldn’t hold him up.
Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to her ankle, and her heart did a slow roll in her chest at the simple sweetness of the gesture.
“That was incredible, Ruby Red. The perfect way to celebrate our engagement.”
“If anyone asks, we went to the bar and ordered a couple glasses of champagne.”
Laughter rumbled through his chest as he brushed another tender kiss across her cooling skin. “Our friends won’t buy that for a second. Especially with all the squirming you’re likely to be doing.”
“I don’t squirm.”
“You do. Especially when you have a plug in that naughty bottom of yours. And it’s adorable.”
“We could skip the plug. I learned my lesson about calling you Bex. I promise.” Even as she said the words, she knew he wouldn’t heed her pleas, but a good brat had to at least try, right?
“Now, now, Ruby Red. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t follow through on my punishments?”
“The nice kind,” she shot back with a practiced pout.
His lips curved, a slow, wicked grin that sent her heart racing. “But you love it when I’m mean. Don’t you, baby?”
God, she was so fucked-up, because she really, really did. “I plead the fifth.”
“Brat.” Affection warmed his voice as he stared down at her. “I really do love you, Ruby Red. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in the world for the rest of our lives.”
Fresh tears welled in her eyes. “You already do, every day.”
Running a hand up and down her calf, he grinned that surprisingly boyish smile that had been her undoing from the very start. “Even when I’m overbearing and smothering and you want to stab me in my sleep?”
“Especially then. I know you just want to protect me.” It might drive her crazy at times, but she’d come to understand that his version of control was so very different from the abuse she’d experienced.
And even when he drove her crazy, she could now remind herself that it came from a place of love, not simply a need to exert his power over her.
“I do. You’re the most important thing in my life, Ruby Red.”
“Back atcha… Bex.”
Chuckling, he shook his head as he pulled his softening cock free of her and reached for the plug.
From his pocket came the naughty girl lube, and she watched, her stomach twisting and her heart pounding as he liberally coated the plug.
“You know, I was feeling rather sentimental for a moment there. I was even tempted to relent on the plug, but then you reminded me what a brat you are and how much you need me to be your strict, overbearing Daddy. Isn’t that right, baby? ”
“Maybe.” There was fresh pain as he pushed the plug back inside her abused hole and the ginger oil went back to work, setting her on fire from the inside out.
Wrinkling her nose, she wiggled her hips, as if that would do a damn thing to ease the burning inside her.
“I changed my mind. I like sweet, sentimental Daddy better.”
Taking her hands, he helped her to her feet, pulling her into his arms as he dipped his head to brush a kiss across her lips. “Liar,” he said with a laugh. “You’d be devastated if I went soft on you.”
“Maybe. But I wouldn’t be devastated to get rid of this stupid plug.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t. But I like knowing it’s there. That with every step you take, you’ll remember who owns every beautiful inch of you.”
Holding up her left hand, she wiggled her fingers so the ruby sparkled and flashed under the lights. “Isn’t that what this is for?”
“That is for everyone else. This”—he slid his hands down to grab her ass, hauling her up against him—“is just for me. Your Daddy.”
Again her heart did that soft, slow roll in her chest as a sigh slipped past her lips. “How do you make putting a plug in my ass sound romantic?”
“Just a gift, I guess. Come on, let’s get you dressed so we can sneak into the reception.”
Part of her wanted to stay there, locked in that hotel room with him and nobody else so they could ‘celebrate’ over and over again. But he was right, and they owed it to Lottie and Braden to make an appearance.
So she let him help her back into her dress and she slipped into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup, at least to the best of her abilities. When she was somewhat presentable again, they headed back toward the elevators to make their way downstairs to the party.
Luckily, dinner was in full swing by the time they got there, and they only received a few raised brows as they snuck toward their table. Silver grinned as Ruby gently lowered herself to the thankfully well-padded chair.
“You okay?” Silver murmured, lifting her water glass to her lips as she cocked a brow in Ruby’s direction.
“My ass aches, and I am considering burning all of the world’s ginger farms to the ground, but other than that I’m good. Better than good.” Blinking back yet another wave of tears, she grinned at her friend. “I’ve never been happier than I am right this second, Sil.”
“Good. Now let me see that damn ring.”
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she held out her hand so Silver could sigh over the sparkling ring. “It’s gorgeous. And perfect for you. Just like our Bex.”
“You know he hates that nickname,” Ice said with a chuckle, his hand coming to rest on the nape of Silver’s neck.
“I really do.” Beckett’s voice was a low growl. “And for every time one of you brats says it tonight, I’m adding another stroke to Ruby’s strapping at the club.”
Need and fear slammed into her, a delicious cocktail that sent her heart racing and her head spinning. “Hey! What strapping?”
“Don’t you remember?” Taking her hand in his, he lifted the ring he’d placed there to his lips. “I still owe you for making us late this morning.”
“But you already spanked me! You can’t spank me again!”
A wide, wicked grin stretched across his face as he leaned in, his voice dropping so only she could hear.
“Wanna bet?”
Dueling bets and old wounds go head to head when Club BDE’s strictest Daddy takes on one of the club’s biggest brats in Bet On Me, Daddy.