Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
ICE
S ilver was all but vibrating with excitement beside him. Which might have made him feel guilty for what he was about to do if he wasn’t enjoying teasing her so damn much.
As he’d expected, her head swung around as they stepped down into the pit, looking for a place for them to play. She spotted a bench in one of the more secluded areas of the pit and grabbed his hand. But when she tugged, he planted his feet, giving her hand a gentle yank that had her stumbling back to him.
Sulky eyes looked up at him, compounded by the pout on her lips. “You said we could play.”
“I said we could go down to the pit,” he corrected, swallowing a laugh when her eyes narrowed. “I also said you’ve got a ways to go before you earn your orgasm. So I suggest you drop the pout, little girl.”
“You’re so mean .” Rather than dropping the pout, she pushed her bottom lip out even further. Her lipstick was slightly smeared, though not as much as he might have expected given how enthusiastically she’d been sucking on his cock up in the booth, a testament to the quality of her makeup.
He couldn’t wait to really put it to the test.
The sound of leather meeting flesh grabbed his attention and he looked up, grinning at the sight of pretty Lottie bent at the waist, her neck and wrists trapped between two pieces of wood in a set of old-fashioned stocks. She cried out as her Daddy’s belt whipped across her bottom, adding to the pretty welts already rising across her flesh.
Silver turned her head, obviously searching out the source of the noise as well. He knew exactly when she spotted them. Heard the catch in her breath, saw the way her breasts rose sharply with it.
Settling his hand on the small of her back, he nudged her forward, until they were standing in front of the podium. The position he chose gave them a perfect view of Lottie’s reddened bottom and the large black plug nestled between her punished cheeks, as well as her glistening pussy lips.
He stopped, pulling Silver against him, so his cock was pressed into the crevice between her bottom cheeks. Leaning down, he dropped his voice for only her to hear. “Arms around my neck. Keep your eyes on your friend, baby.”
With a silent nod, she looped her arms up around his neck as instructed, her eyes glued to the scene in front of them. Lottie cried out in pain as the leather cracked across her ass again, and Ice tugged the top of Silver’s dress down, freeing her heavy breasts from the fabric.
Cupping both full mounds in his hands, he squeezed her nipples, hard enough to draw a shocked gasp from her lips.
“Shhh. Don’t distract them, naughty girl. If you can’t be quiet, Daddy won’t be able to make you feel good. And wouldn’t that be a shame?”
She didn’t move, but he swore he could feel the fury pumping off her as he gave her nipples another sharp squeeze. “Good girl,” he praised quietly when she didn’t respond.
Arching up into his touch, she pressed her bottom more firmly against him, silently begging for more. And because she had been a very good girl since they’d arrived at the club, he was inclined to give her exactly what she wanted.
“Feet apart,” he murmured in her ear, pleased when she complied without hesitation. It didn’t matter to him that she obeyed because he was giving her what she wanted. She’d obeyed, and that was all he cared about in that moment.
Sliding one hand down her front, he pulled her dress up, gathering the fabric until she was bare from the waist down. On display for anyone who bothered to look.
He wondered if she noticed that there were plenty of people bothering.
If she did notice, she didn’t let it distract her. While he was busy torturing her with those teasing touches and putting her on display, she was watching the scene in front of them. Braden was balls deep inside his bratty little fiancée’s welted ass, lecturing her about whatever it was had gotten her into this position while she babbled promises of good behavior forever and ever.
Sliding two fingers into Silver’s soaked pussy, he grinned when she clamped down around his fingers. “What a fucking slut you are, Amanda Sterling. Getting so wet just watching your friend get her ass fucked by her Daddy. Do you wish it was you, baby? Do you want me to strap you down and leave my marks all over your beautiful ass before I fill it with my cum? Hmm?”
She arched up again with a whine, and he chuckled quietly in her ear. “I thought I told you to be quiet, baby?” Releasing his hold on her breast, he tapped a finger against her lips. “Open, Silver.”
When she obeyed, he shoved three fingers into her mouth. The slick, slightly sticky feel of her lipstick smeared across his knuckles and he grinned.
“Since you can’t seem to follow instructions, Daddy will have to keep you quiet.” Pumping his other fingers slowly in and out of her pussy, he made sure the movements pressed against her swollen clit. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby. My filthy little whore, just waiting for Daddy to fill her up so she can come all over Daddy’s cock.”
Her response was muffled by the fingers in her mouth, and he pushed deeper, until she gagged and he could feel her saliva coating his hand in much the same way her arousal was coating the fingers working her into a frenzy. “You’re making such a mess, Silver. Your pretty makeup is getting all ruined. But that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me to ruin you, didn’t you, baby?”
She nodded, her mouth still stuffed full and her hips jerking against his hand in a desperate, silent plea.
“Well. Who am I to deny a lady what she wants? Let’s go find a spot to play.”
Silver
She was a mess. Though there were no mirrors to be found in the pit, she could feel the way he’d smeared her lipstick across her face with his hand. The drooling hadn’t helped, nor had the tears that had come when he’d choked her with his fucking fingers.
But she didn’t care. Every ounce of awareness she owned was focused on the pulsing need between her thighs as she followed him up onto one of the smaller platforms. This one, unlike the others, was empty, leaving her imagination to run wild with thoughts of what he might have planned for her.
“Dress off. Leave the boots.”
As she had during Roulette, she wondered what it was about the goddamn boots he loved so much. But it didn’t seem like the time to question his wardrobe preferences, so she simply pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it to the side.
Hunger flashed across his face. Other than the boots, she was naked as the day she’d been born. “Perfect. Arms behind your back, baby.”
Too needy to consider disobeying, she placed her arms behind her back, her wrists crossed just above her ass. A moment later, smooth leather wrapped around her wrists, anchoring them in place.
“Good girl.” Crooning out the praise, he ran his fingers down her spine, to her bottom, where he gave her an almost patronizing little pat. “I thought about having Beckett join us, you know.”
The conversational tone had the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as he continued stroking the tips of his fingers over her skin, setting every nerve ending on fire. “You did?”
“Mmhmm. I’ve never seen anyone bring a naughty girl to tears faster than Beckett Stone. And the idea of you choking on my cock while my friend turns you into a snotty, sobbing mess does hold a certain appeal.”
It held a certain amount of appeal to her, as well. “Why didn’t you?”
Gripping her hair, he pulled her head back, his dark eyes boring down into hers. “Because you’re mine, Amanda Sterling. And I’m not in the mood to share my toys.”
All she’d ever wanted was to belong to someone. To know that whatever happened, she would always be theirs . It was part of why she’d stayed with Ace for so long. While his jealousy had long ago tipped over into toxicity, she’d still craved that feeling of belonging. Of being owned.
But already this felt different. With Ace, it had been all about power. About possessing something nobody else had. There had never been that note of awe like she heard now in Ice’s tone, like he couldn’t quite believe she was his, even if it was just for a fleeting moment in time.
And the thought of being his toy, a filthy little plaything he could do whatever he wanted with, had the need between her thighs cranking up to an inferno.
“Yours,” she managed to force out in a cracked whisper. “Only yours.”
Pride flashed in his eyes. “That’s right, baby. Only mine. Your tears, your cries, your pleasure. Mine .”
With that, he turned and grabbed the play bag he’d dropped at the edge of the platform on their way up. He made a show of circling her, bag in hand, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’ve already done a fair job of ruining your lipstick. But the rest of your makeup is holding up fairly well. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Fear and arousal clouded her mind as he dropped the bag at her feet and crouched. His low chuckle met her ears a moment before he straightened, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “You know, baby. As much as I truly love your ass, I think tonight we’ll focus on those pretty tits of yours.”
Pain flashed through her, sharp and piercing. “Oh, fuck! Ice, that hurts!”
Looking down, she grimaced at the clothespin he’d clipped to the side of her breast. As she watched, a second joined the first, and she forced herself to breathe through the pain.
“That’s my pretty little pain slut,” he crooned, adding a third clip before she’d even had time to process the pain of the first two. “Taking what Daddy gives you so well. Are you going to cry for me, baby?”
She could already feel the tears building—the pressure in her chest, the moisture on her lashes. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”
Another clothespin, another flash of agony. “That sounds like a challenge.”
Bending his head, he captured her nipple between his teeth. Pleasure warred with pain as he sucked the bud to a hard point. A sob bubbled up in her chest when he lifted his head and held another clothespin up for her inspection.
“Please, don’t. Ice, please. It’s too much.”
“What’s your safeword, baby?”
Even with the pain fogging her mind, she knew the answer to that question as surely as she knew her own name. “Red, Sir.”
“Do you need your safeword?” Cupping her breast, he ran his thumb over the hardened nub, drawing another soft sob from her lips. “It’s all right if you do, baby. I promise I won’t be mad. But you need to tell me.”
The more rational part of her brain was screaming at her to say it. To end the torment he was inflicting on her.
But there were those other parts of her, the parts that craved his darkness, craved the pain and the humiliation. And those parts were fully in control. “No, Sir. I don’t need it.”
“Hmm.” His gaze roamed her face, searching for something. What, she wasn’t sure, but she had the distinct feeling he was seeing her far more clearly than any man in his position ever had. “You’ll use it if you need it.”
Not a question, a command. One issued in a tone that clearly said he expected to be obeyed in this or there would be hell to pay. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. One more clip and we can start on the other side.”
Even with his warning the pain was a shock that had her crying out as it pierced her nipple. Everywhere he’d pinched now throbbed with a dull ache as he began the process again on the opposite breast.
By the time he reached her second nipple, her breaths were coming in short, sharp pants, and she knew before the night was done, he would get his wish.
He would get to see her cry.