Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
ICE
T aking the blindfold Beckett handed him, Ice slipped it over Silver’s eyes. Already, her breathing was a little heavier, a little sharper as she stood between them, waiting for her punishment.
“Can you see, baby?” he asked when the blindfold was securely in place.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good. The game won’t work if you can see us.”
“Game?” Curiosity had her voice rising a bit as she tilted her head to the side, clearly trying to use her other senses to make up for the loss of her sight.
“Mmhmm. A guessing game. You know, since you prefer to jump to conclusions about things instead of actually asking people for answers.”
Red flooded her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“I know, baby.” Unable to resist touching her, he cupped her face in his hands. “And I also know it’s not entirely your fault. But have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Silver?”
She hesitated, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth at the question. “I don’t know how to answer that without upsetting you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
Forcing back the wave of temper rolling through him, he tilted her head back. “None of that. You’re going to start being straight with me, little girl. What’s on your mind?”
“Roulette. You left. And I know it’s probably not fair to throw that in your face right now, but?—”
Regret coiled in his gut. “No. You’re right. I let you down once, but that was the last time. From here on out, if I tell you something, I mean it. Do you believe me, baby?”
“I’m trying, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears.
“That’s all I ask.” All he had the right to ask. “So the next time you want to jump to conclusions instead of talking to me, I hope you’ll remember this lesson. Even if we aren’t together, I want you to trust me. Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Good girl.” Leaning in, he brushed a kiss across her lips. “Who just kissed you, baby?”
“You did, Daddy.”
“Look at you, winning the game already.”
“Sir?”
The confusion in her tone made him chuckle, and she pouted at the sound. “Beckett and I are going to take turns with you. Pleasuring you, hurting you. Your job is to tell us who is doing what to you when we ask. Easy.”
“Oh.” A smile replaced the pout. “I can do that.”
“Good. Before we start, is there anywhere you don’t want Beckett to touch you?”
She nibbled at her bottom lip a moment before shaking her head. “No. I trust you to decide, Daddy.”
Fuck, that was hot. And sweet. “Such a good little slut, aren’t you, baby? Letting Daddy decide who gets to fuck your sweet little holes.”
Her breasts rose with her sharp intake of breath. “Yes, Daddy.”
Sliding his hand between her legs, he cupped her, the heat of her arousal warming his hand even through the thin cotton of her panties. “Because you belong to me, isn’t that right, baby? This is my pussy, and I get to decide who touches it.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours. All yours.”
For now.
Shoving away the errant thought, he pressed the heel of his hand harder against her clit, drawing a whimper from her lips. “Who is touching you now, Silver?”
“You are, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
It was torture, forcing himself to pull away, but the game was going to be over before it started if he didn’t. So he drew his hand back, leaving her standing in the middle of the room in that sexy little goth schoolgirl outfit, her head swiveling from side to side as she tried to figure out what was going on.
Catching Beckett’s eye, he pointed to her tank top. “Let’s get you undressed, baby.”
With a wicked grin, Beckett reached for her top, slowly pulling it up to her armpits, exposing the black lace cupping her gorgeous breasts.
“Who’s undressing you now, baby?”
“You are, Daddy,” she replied, a confident smile stretched across her face.
“Oh, baby. You were doing such a good job. Pity.”
Game on.
Silver
Shit.
She’d been so sure it had been Ice stripping her bare. But now that she knew it was Beckett, she could tell the difference. Ice was still standing in front of her, for starters, and it was clear the person undressing her was doing so from behind her.
A stupid, careless mistake, because she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion without bothering to take a second to really think about the evidence.
And she had no doubt that mistake was going to cost her.
“Arms up, baby, so we can finish undressing you.”
She obeyed with a quiet sigh, and the tank top disappeared. A moment later, someone was unhooking her bra.
No, not someone. Beckett. His fingers were slightly more slender than Ice’s, the tugs at her bra snaps not quite as firm. It surprised her that he was so tender, and she tucked that information away for later.
When she was naked from the waist up, Beckett cupped her breasts, and she let her head fall back as pleasure washed over her. And it was definitely Beckett. Unlike her Daddy’s hands, these had no calluses. The skin was softer, smoother, exactly like someone who worked in an office all day.
Not that it wasn’t perfectly lovely. There was no doubt Beckett Stone knew his way around a woman’s body. And when his thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples she groaned at the flash of need between her thighs.
Then he got mean.
Pain lanced through her as his fingers clamped down around her nipples, twisting just enough to make her whimper.
“Are you going to pay more attention now, sweetheart?” Beckett asked, his voice syrupy sweet. Deceptively so, like he was just waiting for her to disappoint them so he could punish her again.
“Yes, Sir.”
Another whimper escaped her lips as his hands left her. The pain had already faded, leaving behind the memory of an ache that made her wish they’d just fuck her already.
But then his hands were on her again, wrapping something around her wrists to bind them together. Rope of some kind. Which meant it was definitely Beckett, because Ice preferred leather over rope, other than the time he’d had her tied to a chair as he’d interrogated her about her night at Black Light.
“Who’s tying you up, baby?”
If she hadn’t been sure it was Beckett before, she knew now. The man tying her wrists together was standing right in front of her, while Ice’s voice came from her right.
“Beckett.”
Daddy’s lips closed over her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit as he sucked. He repeated the action on the opposite breast, and she sighed happily as she accepted her reward.
“Good girl,” he whispered when he lifted his head again. “Arms up.”
She obeyed, her desire to please them overriding any desire she might have had to be a brat. In moments like this, she ached to submit, to be a good girl, to give herself over without thinking. Playful punishments were fun, but knowing she’d actually messed up put her in an entirely different headspace.
Beckett tugged at the ropes around her wrist, pulling her arms up higher than they had been. Hooking her in place, she realized, when she shifted slightly but her arms stayed put.
“Daddy?”
“I’m right here, baby. Do you trust me?”
Finally a question she could answer without a moment of hesitation. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
A hand slid between her spread thighs, rubbing at the thin cotton covering her soaked pussy. “Who’s touching you, baby?”
She opened her mouth to answer, then snapped it shut again. Instinct told her it was him, but she forced herself to focus past the pleasure. If she were bare, this would be an easy answer. But with her panties on it was a bit more difficult to tell whose fingers were so cleverly stroking her clit. Were they the same fingers that had punished her tits just moments ago? She didn’t think so.
Less sure of herself than she wanted to be, she forced herself to answer. “You are, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” Pushing the fabric aside, he slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped at the flood of pleasure his touch sent through her. “God, your sweet little cunt is so tight. Maybe I’ll give Beckett the pleasure of how this pretty hole feels, squeezing his cock as you come. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby? And you’re going to do whatever Daddy says, aren’t you?”
Even just a few days ago she would have balked at the idea of being shared like this. She enjoyed knowing her man wanted her, craved her, to the point it made him a little crazy to even think of another man’s hands on her. That had been part of what kept drawing her back to Ace, those jealous rages whenever a man so much as glanced in her general direction.
But there was something about this moment, about knowing that Beckett would only be allowed to fuck her because her Daddy said so, that made her ache with need. She didn’t need Ice to get jealous to prove he wanted her, to prove that she belonged to him.
Because what better way to prove you truly owned a toy, than by controlling who got to play with it?
“Yes, Daddy.” The words came out as a gasp, thanks to the finger pumping in and out of her dripping pussy.
“So sweet. Beckett, taste how sweet my girl is.”
God she wished she could see. But her mind did a decent job of conjuring an image of Beckett with his eyes closed, sucking her juices from her Daddy’s fingers. His low hum of pleasure added to the erotic imagery filling her mind and she whimpered as she fought to stay still for them.
“Delicious.” Beckett’s voice had dropped to a low growl, sending a shiver of anticipation racing up her spine.
Then someone was on their knees, pressing a trail of hot kisses down her stomach as they peeled her panties down her legs. Beckett, she thought, until they paused and Ice’s voice floated up to her.
“One of us is going to eat your sweet little pussy. You have until we make you come to guess who it is, or you’ll be punished. If you guess wrong before you come, you won’t be allowed an orgasm the rest of the night. If you come before you guess correctly, you’ll be punished. Do you understand the rules of the game, baby?”
“What kind of punishment? If I come before I guess, I mean.”
Both men chuckled, and she realized with annoyance that they were both kneeling. Obviously they were trying to avoid giving her even the tiniest of hints moving forward.
“Come now, sweetheart. You have to let us have a little mystery.”
Fuck . Not only did she have to guess who was eating her out, she had to figure out if it was worth risking their ‘mystery punishment’ for the sake of an orgasm or if it was better to go without.
It was a mindfuck, and she had a feeling they were enjoying every single second of it.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed to grind out between clenched teeth.
“Good girl.” Again from both of them, and again they were clearly coming from the same general area.
She was so screwed.