Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
ICE
F logger in hand, Ice paced the small podium, letting his boots fall heavy on the wood. Up on the cross, Silver trembled a bit with every step.
Just as he had that night at Black Light, he’d made her keep the knee-high boots she favored. The stark contrast between the dark leather and her porcelain skin was a sight he knew he’d never tire of.
He paused behind her, his lips curving up in a satisfied smile when she froze, the muscles in her back tensing.
Waiting.
Really, was there anything more beautiful than a scared little subbie tied up, unable to move as they waited for their punishment?
Not as far as he was concerned. Especially when that submissive was his beautiful Silver.
Still hanging back, he whipped the flogger in a figure eight, letting the falls snap with each movement. Silver shifted as much as the restraints tying her to the cross allowed, the muscles in her back and thighs bunching and relaxing as she squirmed.
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
He let her squirm for a bit before he brought the leather falls of the flogger down across her shoulders, more caress than punishment for now. Silver’s happy sigh met his ears as he watched some of the tension leach from her muscles.
Another stroke, this time across the fullest part of her bottom, earned him a deep moan from his girl. He kept it light, playful for a good bit, warming up her skin across her shoulders and then her bottom and thighs. Sighs turned to whimpers, and he knew that if he paused to slide his fingers into her pussy, he’d find her drenched with need.
Which was exactly where he wanted her.
“Do I have your attention, baby?”
“Sir?” Her yelp of pain pierced the air as he brought the flogger down hard across her ass. “I mean Daddy! Daddy!”
“I have some questions for you, Silver. Are you listening?”
“Oh. Yes. I’m listening.” Her voice was soft, submissive, but with a hint of confusion beneath the words.
Perfect.
“Good girl. I want you to answer some questions for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her easy capitulation had him chuckling softly as he whipped the flogger across her pink-striped ass. If she’d known what kind of questions he had in mind, she wouldn’t have agreed so easily.
He started off easy. “What’s your favorite color?”
Glancing over her shoulder at him, she frowned slightly. “Umm. Black, I guess. Why?”
Black wasn’t her favorite color. It was what she told people her favorite color was, because she thought that was what they expected of her.
“Are you being honest with me, little girl?”
“Yes—ow!” Squealing in pain, she pushed up on her toes and leaned into the cross, as if she could somehow escape her punishment.
Ice whipped her again, careful not to let the flogger wrap around her hip, ripping another pained cry from her lips.
“Honesty, Silver,” he scolded, steel infusing his voice. “I expect complete honesty from you tonight. What’s your favorite color?”
“Green!” she cried out as the flogger connected sharply with the tops of her thighs. “But not like, bright green. Dark, like-like a forest green.”
“Good girl.” Letting the flogger fall to his side, he stepped up to the cross, running his hand down her welted skin. “Next question. Are you wet for me, baby?”
“God, yes.” Her laugh was strained as she let her head fall to the side, her eyes fluttering closed. “So fucking wet, S—Daddy.”
“Do you want Daddy to make you feel good, baby?”
“Please.”
Well, since she’d asked so nicely…
Sliding his hand over her hip, he dipped his fingers between her soaked lips. A needy cry ripped from her lips as she bucked against his hand, trapping him between her welcoming heat and the cool wood of the cross.
“Daddy, please!”
Never had he been so tempted to abandon a scene and simply bury himself in his submissive. But he had questions, and he’d never get answers if he gave her what she wanted this early in the game.
So even though it killed him, he stepped back from the cross, the movement pulling a disappointed whine from his girl.
“Next question. And remember that I expect total honesty from you, baby.”
Her dramatic sigh nearly made him laugh. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Why did you come to the club tonight?”
“Lottie invited me. She texted me—oh, shit. Where’s Braden?” Panic crept into her tone as she whipped her head around, looking for Lottie’s strict Daddy. “He’s not supposed to know she has my number.”
“Braden is making his rounds. You can let him know his little girl has something to confess once we’re done here.”
“No, I can’t! I promised!”
The panic in her voice made him hesitate. If he pushed her too hard on that particular issue, they’d never get around to what he really wanted to know. “We can discuss that later. Next question. Why did you sign up for the auction?”
Several seconds ticked by as she hesitated, clearly weighing her answer. “Lottie offered.”
Once, twice, three times he snapped the leather falls across her ass hard enough to have her squealing and squirming in place.
“Try again, little girl.”
Silver snarled and jerked at her chains. “How about you try fucking off?”
Naughty, naughty little girl. “That’s six.”
“Six what? Daddy, no!” she added on a shriek when Elias whipped the flogger across the backs of her thighs.
“Beckett was kind enough to lend me his play bag for the evening, and it just so happens he has one of those nice big school paddles in there. You know, the kind with the holes drilled into the wood so there’s less resistance? I think that should make my point quite nicely.”
Taking his cue, Beckett made his way up to the platform, bag in hand. The paddle was at the bottom, gleaming in a pale purplish wood Ice recognized instantly. He pulled it from the bag, testing the weight of it in his hand as he gave it a few test swings.
“It’s heavy, so don’t swing too hard. Even a true masochist is going to struggle to take the full six from that thing,” Beckett warned in a quiet voice.
“Noted. Thanks for the assist.”
“Anytime, my friend.”
Paddle in hand, Ice stepped up behind Silver’s tense form. He tapped the wood against her bottom, those dark parts deep inside of him crowing with triumph when she whimpered softly.
Shifting his stance slightly, he took aim—and swung.
Silver
Pain exploded across her ass, shocking a shriek from her as the burn radiated through her flesh. Not only was there the sting of the wood meeting her bare skin, there was an added ache, deep in her muscles that she knew would linger well past tonight.
“I’m sorry!” she squealed, shifting and dancing as much as the restraints allowed.
Except she wasn’t sorry, not really. Telling him to fuck off had felt really damn good at the time. So mostly she was sorry she was in trouble, but she was self-aware enough to know she’d do it again in a heartbeat given half a chance.
Ice didn’t even bother to address her apology or to lecture her more before the wood connected with her ass a second time. And then a third.
By the fourth, she was actually starting to feel sorry. For herself. That paddle fucking hurt.
“Daddy, please!” Tears slipped from her eyes as a fifth wave of agony broke across her skin. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
Her promises did nothing to keep the sixth swat from falling. Sagging against the cross, she dragged in a shaky breath as her tears continued to soak her cheeks.
“Are you going to swear at me again, baby?” Ice’s voice had softened considerably, and the first prickles of guilt stabbed at her heart. Something about hearing him call her ‘baby’ made her want to melt at his feet.
“No, Daddy,” she answered with a sniffle. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s my good girl. Are you going to answer my question?”
The pain from her paddling had scrambled her brain, and her mind raced, frantically trying to remember what he’d asked to set her off in the first place. “C-could you repeat the question?”
Maybe her politeness would override the fact she’d forgotten what he’d asked. From behind her, she heard him chuckle softly, which either boded well for her… or very, very badly.
“Why did you sign up for the auction, Silver? The real reason, not just because Lottie said you should or there happened to be an empty spot.” He was closer now, his voice dropping to a growl as he spoke directly in her ear. “The truth, Silver, or I’ll find something better than lies to fill that pretty mouth of yours with.”
Fear, familiar and primal, crawled up her spine. Along with a healthy dose of burning arousal.
She’d had Ice’s cock in her mouth once before. She remembered, with perfect clarity, how he’d filled and stretched her. How he’d tasted on her tongue. How proud he’d looked when she’d swallowed all of him like a good little girl.
She realized with a jolt that those memories were the real truth of why she’d signed up for the auction. To get his attention, maybe even get another scene with him. Looking back on it now, she could see how manipulative it had been. “Because I’m an asshole.”
Ice’s low growl made her whimper despite herself. “Another six.”
Pain exploded across her ass again, bringing with it a fresh wave of tears. “Daddy, no!”
“Yes, baby. Nobody talks about my babygirl that way, especially my babygirl.”
My babygirl . Except she wasn’t his. Not really. There was too much at stake for them to be together beyond tonight.
But for tonight… Tonight, he’d paid for her. So maybe, just for tonight, she could pretend the world outside the club didn’t exist. She could pretend it was just him and her.
She could pretend, for a few beautiful hours, that she really was his .
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried out as the paddle connected a fourth time with her ass.
Two more swats landed, each one making her cry out as the agony settled deep in her flesh. And then he was beside her, gently wiping the tears from her face as she whimpered and sobbed through the ebbing pain.
“Are you going to be my good girl, baby?” he murmured, brushing a soft cloth over her cheeks.
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“No more swearing at Daddy and no more talking bad about yourself. Understood?”
“Understood.”
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to tell me the real reason you signed up for the auction tonight?”
Fuck. She really didn’t want to answer that, but it was clear he wasn’t going to drop it. “You made me mad.”
“Because I told you not to sign up?”
“Because you accused me of something I wasn’t planning to do, and then you started ordering me around like you were my…” Trailing off, she swallowed hard against the lump that had suddenly lodged itself in her throat.
“Your Daddy?”
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“The irony isn’t lost on me, baby,” he said with a low chuckle. “Looks like we’ve come full circle.”
“Looks like it.”
“I would apologize, but I’m not sorry. How could I be when I finally have you where I’ve always wanted you?” Dipping his head, he brushed his lips down her neck. “But I will give you a choice.”
“What kind of choice?”
“Since you were honest with me about why you signed up, you can choose what we do next. I can make you come all over my fingers. And that will be the end of the scene. I’ll get you cleaned up, cuddle you for a bit, and drop you off at your hotel for the night.”
“Or?” she asked, anticipation pounding in her veins as she waited to see what was behind door number two.
“Or…” Leaning in, he nipped at the shell of her ear, his voice dropping to a low growl that sent a shiver racing up her spine. “I can do what I’ve been dreaming of for so long. I can turn you around and fuck you up against this cross with everyone watching.”
“And then drop me off at my hotel?” As much as she wanted to feel his cock inside her, the idea of going back to an empty hotel room held little appeal.
“No, baby. If I fuck you, then you’re coming home with me so I can enjoy every inch of this gorgeous body until the sun comes up tomorrow. If I fuck you, then you are well and truly mine for the rest of the night. So, what’s it going to be?”
There was only one answer. The wrong one. The one she knew would ruin their friendship, ruin her for every man who came after him.
And still, it was the only answer she could possibly give.
“You, Daddy. I want you.”