Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
ICE
S he was stunning.
Panting for breath, struggling to bear the pain he continued to force on her, she was quite simply the most beautiful woman he’d ever had at his mercy.
“Look at me, Silver.”
Watery eyes met his, and his cock throbbed at the sight. “Do you want Daddy to make you feel better, baby?”
“Y-yes, Sir. Please.”
He let a slow smile curve his lips and reveled in the fear that shimmered in her eyes in response. “You can have your pleasure, when I get my tears. Feet apart.”
With another of those soft sobs, she shifted so her feet were spread as wide as she could manage without losing her balance. A quick check of the restraints showed the color in her hands and arms were good, so he bent and grabbed a riding crop from his bag.
Stepping back, he tapped the tip of the crop against her exposed pussy lips. Her eyes went round with understanding a moment before he snapped the leather up. The air around him vibrated with her pained cries—so he did it again.
Once, twice, three times in quick succession. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her adorned breasts trembling with the effort it took to draw in air.
And she’d never looked more beautiful.
But she was still holding out on him. Still keeping all those big emotions locked up tight inside her. And that would never do.
Three more times he punished her poor abused lips, drawing a pained cry from deep within her. Now when his eyes met hers, the tears he’d craved were slipping down her cheeks, black tracks of makeup streaking down her face.
Gorgeous.
“Daddy, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
So close. She was so close to breaking for him.
With a flick of his wrist, he snapped the leather tip against her lips, watching in perverse delight as her entire body jerked at the pain.
And then he did it again.
When the next stroke landed, she broke, a loud, choking sob filling the air. Dropping the crop back into his bag, he closed the gap between them and slipped his hand between her thighs, the need to soothe and comfort rising up now that she’d crumbled so beautifully for him. “My sweet little goddess. Are all these tears for me, baby?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she sobbed out between gasping breaths.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Do you still want me to make you come?”
“God, yes. Please, Daddy, please. I need… I need…”
“Shhh, baby.” Drawing his arousal-slicked finger from her pussy, he circled her swollen clit. “Daddy knows what you need. Come for me, pretty girl. Come for Daddy, and let me hear you scream.”
Scream she did, her head thrown back as those beautiful tears streamed down her face. Bucking, writhing against his hand as he stroked every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body.
“That’s my girl. My beautiful fucking goddess. You were such a good girl for me, Silver. But I’m going to have to hurt you again, just a bit, okay? Once we get those clothespins off, we can go have a snuggle. Sound good, baby?”
“Oh, Daddy, no,” she whined, her tone so pitiful he actually wished he could spare her the pain. “I don’t want it to hurt anymore.”
“I know, baby.” Cupping the back of her head, he drew her up for a kiss, claiming her lips as he pulled the first of the pins from her breasts. He drank in her cries as he freed her from her torture, until the last of the pins had been returned to his bag.
“There we go. All done, baby. All done.”
He made quick work of releasing her from the restraints as one of the Dungeon Monitors approached. After a quick, murmured discussion, he agreed to have his bag stowed at the front desk where he could retrieve it on his way out. The DM pointed him toward a series of numbered doors behind them, letting him know he could use room three for up to an hour.
Sweeping Silver up into his arms, he carried her down the podium steps and through the slowly dispersing crowd toward the doors.
The lights in the room were dim, but they were enough for him to see the couch in the middle of the room as well as the small refrigerator along the opposite wall.
“Daddy’s going to put you down for just a few minutes, baby.”
“No! Don’t go!”
Poor babygirl. Accepting that he wasn’t going to be able to let go of her without a fight, he crossed the room to the fridge and juggled her in his arms so he could open it and retrieve a couple bottles of water. On the counter beside the fridge sat a basket of candy, so he grabbed her a couple packs of the chocolate peanut butter cups she favored.
Settling on the couch with her on his lap, he placed the water and the chocolate on the cushion beside them and reached for the neatly folded blanket on the back of the couch. She whimpered when his knuckles brushed her nipples as he tucked the blanket around her.
“Sorry, baby. I’m being as gentle as I can.”
“Hurts.” Another whimper when he was forced to jostle her a bit as he reached for a bottle of water.
“I know. It’ll feel better soon.” Twisting the cap off the water, he lifted it to her lips, tipping the cool liquid into her mouth as she drank greedily.
When she’d drained the first bottle, he grabbed one of the packets of peanut butter cups and opened it. Her eyes lit with pleasure as he fed her that first bit of chocolate.
“A girl could get used to this,” she said with a sigh after she’d polished off the first pack of peanut butter cups, her head falling to his shoulder. “Thank you, Sir.”
“It’s my pleasure, baby.” They sat in silence for a while, and he savored the sensation of her on his lap, cradling her close as she came down from her high.
“You didn’t fuck me.”
Chuckling at her confused tone, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I did not. Are you disappointed?”
“A little. Mostly just wondering why.”
“Because this wasn’t about me, baby. It was about you, and all those big feelings you’ve been keeping locked up inside you.”
A frown tugged at her lips when she sat up to face him. “Is that what all that business was with the tears? You… what? Thought I’d feel better if I cried a bit?”
“That was part of it.”
“What was the other part?”
He couldn’t help but smile as he brushed a stray curl from her face. “You look so beautiful when you cry for me.”
Her eyes widened a bit at that. “Oh.”
“I know. I’m a horrible, sadistic man.”
“No. Well, yes,” she corrected with a shaky laugh. “It’s just, nobody’s ever told me I look beautiful when I cry. And nobody has ever planned an entire scene around me and my feelings.”
‘Nobody’ being Ace. She’d never played with anyone else enough to build the kind of trust a scene like that required. Anger flared in his chest, but he deliberately tamped it down. “Are you feeling better?”
Tilting her head a bit, she seemed to give the question some serious consideration. “I am, yes. I’m definitely feeling lighter than I was. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Ah, I think our hour is almost up. Would you like to go upstairs and get something to eat or just go home?”
An emotion he couldn’t quite name blazed in her dark eyes. “Home. I want you to fuck me in the bed we share.”
“As you wish.”
Silver
The drive back to his rental was filled with silence. Not the tense kind she was used to after a fight with Ace where he was giving her the silent treatment. But the kind that was pure comfort, that spoke to the years of friendship between them.
It was a gift, one she was only now coming to realize she’d taken for granted, to be able to sit in silence with someone and feel completely at peace.
He opened the car door, and then the door to the house for her, and her heart tripped in her chest at those simple gestures. Walking in ahead of him, she went straight for the bedroom, throwing open the French doors that led out to the back deck as he stepped into the room.
“I want the moonlight. And the ocean.”
“All right.”
Amusement wound around his words, as though he was trying to figure out what she was up to. Turning, she positioned herself in the open doorway, the moonlight she’d told him she wanted spilling over her as she slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
Hunger flashed in his gaze, propelled him forward as she slowly peeled the fabric from her skin. By the time he reached her she was naked to her waist, her deliciously sore breasts on full display.
“Now who isn’t playing fair?” he murmured, cupping her face in his hands.
When he held her like that, like she was something precious, something that might shatter at a single wrong touch, she wondered how she’d ever survived so long without being held this way. “I’m not interested in fair.”
Then his lips were on hers, devouring, consuming, and she let herself be consumed. Let herself give into the need pumping off him in waves. The need he’d put on hold, for her, to give her a scene where she could finally release the death grip she’d had on her own emotions, even if just for a little while.
How could she not feel something for a man like that? A man who put her first, always, even at the expense of his own wants and needs?
She was vaguely aware of the dress sliding down her hips, leaving her fully exposed to the warm ocean air behind her and the cool air of their bedroom in front of her. A dichotomy, a study in contrasts, just like the man who held her. He could be sadistic, almost cruel when he wanted, and yet there was a softness to him Ace never had.
Fascinating. And more than a little unnerving.
“The bed,” she gasped out when he moved his lips to her neck, kissing and nipping his way down to her shoulder.
“It’s so cute when you think you should be allowed to give orders,” he said with a low chuckle that sent shivers of anticipation racing up her spine. “Maybe I want to take you here, in the moonlight. Maybe I want to bend you over that railing, and fuck you until you want to scream. But you won’t be allowed to scream because someone might hear. You’ll have to be completely quiet or Daddy will have to punish you.”
He’d have to punish her, then, because there was no way she could make it through what he’d described without making a single sound. “Ice, please.”
“Oh, I do love it when you beg, my sweet little goddess. Beg me some more and maybe I’ll take you to bed.”
Pride had no place between them. And even if she’d wanted to cling to hers, he’d stripped it away with that scene at the club. Pleasure hummed beneath her skin as he stroked his hands down her arms, the faintest feather of a touch that promised so much more if she would simply do as he commanded.
“Please, Ice. I’ll do anything, just please fuck me.”
“Anything?”
There was a hint of danger in his tone, but instead of scaring her off, it only made her knees buckle with need. “Yes, Sir. Anything.”
“That’s a dangerous promise, little girl.” As if to prove his point, he cupped her breast, pinching her sore nipple between his fingers hard enough to make her yelp. “I’m tempted to show you exactly how dangerous it is to promise a man like me anything .”
“I’m not afraid of you, Ice.”
“Maybe you should be,” he murmured. “I’m not a good man, Silver. I nearly came in my fucking leathers watching you cry for me tonight.”
It was a thrill, knowing she had that kind of effect on such a powerful man. “Is that what you want, Daddy? More of my tears?”
“Tempting… but no. Spread your legs for me, baby.”
Eager to obey, she kicked her dress to the side and planted her feet shoulder-width apart. Ice chuckled at her exuberance as he slid a hand between her parted thighs.
“Such an obedient little slut when you think you’re getting what you want, aren’t you, baby?” Knowing fingers speared her, driving her need higher and higher as he worked her only the way he knew how. “So greedy for Daddy’s cock in this wet little cunt.”
For once, she didn’t cringe internally at those words. Because even though they were designed to humiliate her, the humiliation only made her wetter, greedier. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” His laugh was strangled, as if his need for her was so great he couldn’t breathe. “I never thought of myself as a Daddy. And I don’t think I’d want to be that for anyone else. I don’t just want to be a Daddy. I want to be your Daddy, Silver. Only yours.”
Mine. Only mine. “Well that’s good. Because you’re the only man I want to call Daddy.”
“ Fuck . You’re killing me, baby. Get your ass on the bed.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. As soon as the order was given, she was hurrying over to the bed, splaying herself out for his viewing pleasure. His hungry gaze raked down her body, so hot she swore she could feel it igniting little along her skin as he stripped out of his clothes.
Muscles rippled as he moved, a reminder of how deceptively strong he really was. And then he was on the bed with her, kneeling between her splayed thighs and sinking into her heat.
Until him, never had she felt as though a man might split her in two. Even as wet and ready as she was, his cock stretched her to the point of pain. But it was pain she welcomed, pain that had her whimpering and arching up to take him deeper, deeper.
“I know it hurts, baby,” he crooned as he flexed his hips, burying himself inside her even more. “But you’re such a good little slut, aren’t you, baby? Look how well you take me. Look how well you take Daddy’s cock in your pretty pussy. Just a little more, baby, I’m almost there.”
His praise made it even easier to bear the pain. “Thank you, Daddy,” she gasped, clinging to him as he thrust forward, burying himself completely in her.
He held there a heartbeat, then two, giving her time to adjust to the size of him before rocking his hips, just the slightest bit of movement inside her. Unlike when they’d fucked on the couch earlier that day, this was slow and easy. And despite the filthy words of praise he continued to whisper in her ear, there was tenderness to ease the pain.
So much so, that by the time they crested that wave of pleasure together, she realized she’d given him more tears, after all.