Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
ICE
H is girl was restless. The multiple orgasms he’d forced on her earlier had distracted her for a while, but then she’d been back to pacing the house, coffee in hand, like she was waiting for something to happen.
Not that he couldn’t sympathize. Every time one of their phones buzzed, the knot in his stomach tightened as he wondered if this was the text that blew everything up in their faces.
When she went to pour her fourth cup of coffee for the day, he followed her into the kitchen. “I already told you that was enough, Sil.”
Eyes narrowed, she glared up at him as he pulled the mug from her hand. “I didn’t actually agree to letting you boss me around.”
Setting the mug on the counter, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her in close and savoring her little squeak of pain as he cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed. “My house, my rules, little girl.”
“Maybe I’ll just go back to my hotel, then,” she shot back, her tone turning sulky.
“You could.” Lowering his head, he nuzzled at the sensitive little dip between her neck and shoulders. “But then you wouldn’t get to be Daddy’s good girl.”
“That’s not fair,” she whispered, her voice rough with need despite how thoroughly he’d fucked her just a few hours ago. “You’re playing dirty.”
“I’m not interested in fair. Not to mention I’m a bit worried that if you pump any more caffeine into your system, you might wear a hole in these very nice floors with all your pacing.”
Red colored her cheeks. “I am not pacing.”
“Agree to disagree. Either way, you obviously have some energy you need to burn.” And a shit-ton of emotions she needed cleared out. But he had a feeling if he mentioned that, she would balk. “So here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to drive into town so you can get all your things from the hotel like you should have done last night. And when we get back, you’re going to go change into one of those dresses I love so much, and the boots, and you’re going to do your makeup like you do it for our shows. Where you make your eyes all dark and sultry and shit.”
“Oh, really? Is that what I’m going to do?” Twin notes of amusement and challenge played in her voice.
“It is.”
“And what if I don’t feel like it?”
“Then perhaps I won’t ‘feel’ like letting you come tonight.”
“You’re mean.”
“Trust me, baby. I can get a hell of a lot meaner.” Tightening his hold on her waist, he dipped her back, forcing her to cling to him as he brushed his lips over hers. “So be a good girl for Daddy and go put your boots on, so I don’t have to show you just how mean I can be.”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Releasing her, he sent her off to his bedroom with a firm swat that had her shooting a glare over her shoulder as she rubbed at the spot. But he caught the curve of her smile before she looked away again.
Leaving her to do as he’d asked, he made his way to the front hall where he kept his play bag to make sure he had everything he needed for a night his naughty little goddess would never forget.
Ice
It didn’t matter that she had a dozen of the same dress, in the same shade of black. Or that he’d seen her in this very outfit a thousand times over the course of their career. Seeing Amanda Sterling step out of his bedroom in that goddess of the night dress with the slits clear up to her hips, her lower legs wrapped in the leather of her platform boots, never failed to make him instantly hard.
Her hair was up again, ready for play. And as he’d requested, she’d gone with the more dramatic makeup she normally reserved for their shows, with the sultry black shadows on her heavy-lidded eyes and her lips painted a show-stopper red.
A different red than he was used to, though. Brighter, he thought, than her usual wine-colored lipstick. Gripping her chin, he ran his thumb just under her mouth, careful not to smear anything.
He wasn’t ready to ruin her just yet.
“This is new,” he murmured, and had the pleasure of watching her eyes go round with surprise.
“It is. I’m a little shocked you noticed, to be honest.”
“I notice everything about you, Silver.”
She inhaled sharply, and because he did notice everything, he heard the little hitch in her breath when she did. “Do you like it? The new color, I mean.”
“I do. It looks… powerful.” And he couldn’t wait to see what it looked like on his cock. “What’s it called?”
Surprise gave way to mischief as she grinned. “Petty Is My Favorite Color. It’s from this new line out of Washington. A group of friends, I think, who started their own makeup line. The name made me laugh so I ordered it, but it’s surprisingly great quality for a startup.”
It was so like her, to order something on a whim just because it made her laugh, without bothering to do any research or to even really think about it. She would have kept it, even if she hadn’t liked the color, just for the humor of it.
Was it any wonder he was fucking crazy about her?
“We should go,” he said without releasing his hold on her.
“You don’t seem in a hurry.” Tilting her head back, she slid her arms around him, her breasts pressing up against his chest just like he’d daydreamed of so many times. She wrapped a leg around him, running the boots she knew drove him wild up and down his leg. “Am I distracting you… Daddy?”
Little tease. Too bad for her, he was much better at that game than she could ever dream of being. Gripping her hair, he tilted her head to the side, drinking in her delighted gasp as he skimmed his lips up the slender column of her neck. Nipping at her exposed skin with his teeth, soothing the sting with his tongue. Up the curve of her neck, to her jaw, skimming his lips along the sharp angle of her chin.
He stopped at her lips, hovering just over the bright red. “Do you want me to kiss you, baby?”
“Yes, please.” It was a breathless plea, and he chuckled at the desperation in her voice.
He stayed there, just a hair’s breadth away from her parted lips, her hot panting breaths mingling with his own. “Then you’ll have to earn it. Naughty girls who tease their Daddies don’t get rewarded with kisses.”
When he pulled away, her jaw dropped, and she was staring at him as though he’d just turned into an alien right in front of her. “That’s… that’s so mean!”
“I can be meaner,” he told her with a smirk as he made a show of smoothing out his dress shirt. “Keep that in mind if you’re in the mood to be a brat tonight.”
Her pout was even more dramatic than usual with her lips painted that bright red. “I was just playing.”
“You were teasing, and you know it.”
“Maybe a little.” The sulk was clear in her voice as they made their way out to the sexy little sports car he’d bought for himself when he’d realized he wasn’t planning to leave South Carolina right away.
“Uh-huh.” Opening the passenger door, he grinned down at her. “So that sweet pussy of yours can stay a little wet and needy until Daddy decides you’ve earned an orgasm.”
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a smidge?” she grumbled as she slid onto the seat with a glare.
“A Daddy’s prerogative.”
He shut the door before she had a chance to cuss him out and earn herself an actual punishment. God, he couldn’t wait to get her bratty ass to the club.
Silver
The only thing worse than how much of an asshole Ice was when he was in full Dom mode, was how much she loved it.
He’d teased her the entire way to the club, making her regret wearing a dress that gave him such easy access to her thighs. For half an hour, he stroked his way closer and closer to her pussy, and despite the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he never actually touched her there.
By the time they made it to the club, she was drenched. Her pussy throbbed with every step into the darkened interior, and if she hadn’t been so fucking desperate for an orgasm, she might have actually stabbed him in the heart when he smiled down at her.
“Feeling okay?”
“Just peachy,” she ground out, forcing her lips into a smile despite the murderous rage fluttering in her belly. “Looks like there’s an empty podium over there if we want to snag it.”
“I thought we’d have a drink first. Beckett should be upstairs, and Lottie is probably around somewhere. We should socialize.”
There was almost nothing in the world Elias Turner hated more than ‘socializing’. He enjoyed deep conversations and really getting to know people, but small talk was the absolute bane of his existence.
Which meant he was doing this purely to punish her. Asshole.
He guided her toward the stairs with a hand at the small of her back, and she swore she could feel the heat of his palm even through the material of her dress. Every inch of her skin felt too hot, too tight, and the only thing keeping her from dropping to her knees and begging for that orgasm was sheer pride.
Beckett was waiting for them as promised, but not at a regular booth. He was seated in what looked more like a VIP lounge, a wide circular booth with a small coffee table of sorts in the middle instead of the usual dining table.
“Jesus Christ, you two are a pair.” He grinned up at them as they approached. “You look like rockstars.”
It was true. She’d glammed herself up because Ice had asked, and he’d dressed up a bit as well. A black button-down dress shirt was tucked into his leathers, and he’d added a pair of kick-ass black boots. The shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, giving little peeks at his ink. He’d pulled his hair back in a low ponytail that just added to the filthy-rich rock-god look.
“Probably because we are rockstars,” Ice said with a laugh as he slid onto the bench.
But when she went to join him, he held up a hand, one eyebrow slowly raising. “What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
The temper she was just barely keeping at bay flared hot and bright. “Sitting down. What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
“Certainly not earning that orgasm,” he said, his voice turning to steel. “Keep pushing me, baby. I promise it won’t end well for you. Knees.”
He pointed to the spot in front of him, and she realized with a sudden clarity why they were seated at this particular booth. Humiliation and fury burning along her skin, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, her head lowered and her hands resting palms-up on her thighs.
“Much better. Now, apologize to Master Beckett for acting out in front of him.”
A niggle of guilt pushed past the anger and the embarrassment. She knew better than to lash out at her Dominant, especially in such a public space. “I apologize for my behavior, Master Beckett.”
Becket was smiling down at her when she risked a peek up at him through her lashes. “All’s forgiven, sweetheart.”
“That’s a good girl,” Ice said, his voice full of pride. “Eyes on me, baby.”
His praise had warmth pooling in her belly as she raised her head to look up at him. “Sir?”
Cupping her face, he ran a thumb across her cheekbone. “Are you ready to be Daddy’s good girl and earn your orgasm now?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. You can start by wrapping those pretty red lips around my cock while Master Beckett and I catch up. You may begin.”
Part of her had thought maybe he just wanted her on her knees so she could beg him for her orgasm.
She should have known better.
Rising up on her knees, and trying to ignore the way her pussy throbbed with a need not at all dulled by her humiliating circumstances, she opened his leathers. His cock sprang free, and she smirked inside at the knowledge that she wasn’t the only one suffering.
She was painfully aware of Master Beckett watching her with interest as she lowered her head to lick at the tip of her Daddy’s cock. Ice groaned as she teased him with her tongue before parting her lips and taking him deeper into her mouth.
“Good girl,” he praised quietly, running a hand over the top of her head. “Keep it light. I’m not looking to come yet, I just want my cock in your filthy little mouth.”
More humiliation, more burning need between her thighs. But now alongside it, the desire to please, to prove to him that she could actually be a good girl when she put her mind to it.
So she blocked out their conversation, and focused only on him. On slowly taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. A few times, she forgot to relax her throat and she gagged on the length of him. Whenever that happened, he’d stroke her head again, soothing her without so much as pausing the conversation.
It didn’t take long for her jaw to begin to ache, especially with how thick he was. Her mouth was forced open to an unnatural degree, and it was exhausting, but she didn’t stop until he gave her bun a gentle tug.
When she looked up, he was smiling down at her, his expression full of pride and… well, she wasn’t sure exactly what to call the other emotion. She’d only seen him look at a guitar the way he was looking at her just then. Whatever it was, it made her heart leap at the sight of it. “That was perfect, baby. I think you’ve earned yourself a trip down to the pit if you’d like it.”
She grinned up at him, even though it hurt like a bitch to do so. “I would love that, Daddy.”
Ice tucked himself back into his pants before rising and holding out a hand to help her up. She winced as he helped her to her feet, her muscles protesting after having been folded into one position for so long.
“You okay?”
“Just a little stiff, Sir.”
The corners of his mouth turned down in a frown. “You should have said.”
“I didn’t really notice until I stood up.” When his frown deepened, she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “I promise I’m fine. Just need to stretch my legs a bit.”
“If you’re sure…”
“I’m positive. Now, will you please take me down to the pit before I lose my temper and all my orgasms for the night?”
Her cheeky demand made him laugh, which had been the point. But the sound of it… god, she loved his laugh. Low and rich, it wound around her like an embrace. There was nothing in the world like the sound of Ice’s laugh.
“All right, brat. Down to the pit we go. But you still have a ways to go to earn that orgasm.”