Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
ICE
H e could feel the frustration pumping off her as he rose to his feet to grab one of the items Beckett had retrieved from the cabinet. Poor little girl.
Standing in the middle of the room, her arms suspended over her head, legs akimbo and still wearing her boots and the incredibly short skirt she’d chosen for the club, she was every fantasy he’d ever had about her come to life. Even the addition of Beckett kneeling in front of her, hunger in his eyes as he waited to devour her, made Ice’s cock throb with need.
If Beckett had even a smidge of switch in him, Ice would have enjoyed topping both of them. Unfortunately, they were both Doms through and through, and he considered himself lucky that Beckett was willing to defer to him during this scene.
Holding up one hand with all five fingers splayed, he caught Beckett’s eye as he pulled one finger down at the same time he brushed the long black feather over Silver’s breasts. Her gasp filled the room and Ice lowered another finger, counting down for his friend.
“Daddy!” Silver’s exclamation was part giggle, part shocked squeal as he ran the feather over her stomach.
Dropping into a crouch beside Beckett, he grinned up at her. “It’s too early to guess yet, baby.”
“Ugh!”
He swallowed a laugh as he pushed back up to his feet, the feather still playing over her skin as he lowered a third and fourth finger. Using the feather to tickle the tops of her breasts, he waited until she was squirming to lower the fifth and final finger.
And then Beckett got to work.
“Oh, god!” Head thrown back, Silver bucked her hips against Beckett’s mouth, her desperation a living, breathing thing in the room with them. “That’s… I think…”
Was she ready to guess already?
That would never do.
Swapping out the feather for the gleaming silver spikes of the Wartenberg wheel, he ran the metal over her taut nipples, earning him another of those sharp squeals.
“Ouch! Daddy, that hurts!”
A tap on Beckett’s head signaled for him to stop, and he rose to his feet to stand beside Ice. Lips glistening with Silver’s arousal, Beckett smiled. “Was that your guess, sweetheart?”
She froze, lifting her head, a frown tugging at her lips. “I thought… Dammit. It’s not my guess, you sadistic bastards.”
Now it was Beckett who frowned. “Naughty girl,” he growled, and Ice was certain if Silver’s eyes hadn’t been covered by the blindfold they would be wide as saucers.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It slipped out!”
“Let’s make sure no more slip-ups happen, shall we?”
Beckett held his hand out, and Ice took a moment to scan the implements he’d laid out on the bed before selecting a short strip of leather that was split at the ends. He handed it to Beckett, then stepped around to Silver’s other side to tuck her skirt up into her waistband.
“Spell ‘bastards’. One letter for each stroke. If you misspell, or take too long, the stroke doesn’t count.”
A soft sob escaped Silver’s lips a moment before Beckett snapped the leather across her ass, hard enough to make her rock forward at the sting. “B!” she cried, regret already coloring her tone.
Taking the tawse from his partner in crime, Ice tapped the leather against her bottom twice before whipping it across her ass, just below the beautiful pink welt Beckett had left behind.
“A!”
They made it to ‘T’, switching off between them, before the apologies began.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Daddy, please, I won’t ever do it again!”
If he’d believed that, he might have been inclined to let her off easy for the rest of her punishment. But as soon as the marks from her punishment faded, so would her determination to behave.
Which was just how he liked her. Beckett might like his submissives meek and obedient, but Ice preferred them more like Silver. Someone who made him earn those moments of sweet submission.
By the time she sobbed out the ‘S’, her bottom was covered in dark pink crisscrossing lines.
“Are you ready to be our good girl again?” Ice asked, cupping her ass and giving it a hard squeeze that made her yelp with pain.
“Yes, Daddy! I’m sorry I was naughty.”
“Good girl. Apologize to Beckett and we can get back to our game.”
Silver
Every inch of her ass was on fire, and she was sincerely regretting swearing at them. “I’m sorry I was so rude, Master Beckett.”
She hadn’t been told to use that title, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to try and earn herself a few brownie points.
“You’re forgiven, sweetheart. Are you ready to get your pretty pussy eaten again?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Such a sweet, obedient girl when you want to be, aren’t you, Silver?”
“Yes, Sir.” Especially with her clit still throbbing with the pleasure she’d been denied so far. If they wanted sweet, she’d be so sweet it gave them a toothache.
In fact, that was exactly what she was going to do. “Master Beckett, will you please eat my pussy again? Please, Sir, I need to come.”
“Tricky little girl.” Her answer came from Ice, along with a low, wicked chuckle. “Points for cleverness, baby, but you’re not getting us that easily. But since you asked so politely, yes, someone will eat your sweet little cunt until you come all over their face. You still have to guess who it is.”
Dammit. Her plan hadn’t worked. “Yes, Daddy.”
She didn’t have long to pout about her plan failing, because a few seconds later someone’s face was between her thighs again, his tongue sliding between her soaked pussy lips.
Was it the same someone as before? It seemed like it should be against the rules to switch up on her, but she could swear there was something different.
Maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe it was just that she was feeling sorrier for herself now that she had a sore bottom on top of her ‘lesson’. Or maybe?—
Her train of thought was derailed by something cool pressing against her skin. Someone’s hand, but… not their hand.
Leather, maybe? Was he wearing a glove?
Definitely a glove, she decided, when he cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a gentle squeeze. The leather added layers to an already pleasurable feeling, and under other circumstances she would have been happy to let herself fly, to simply sink into the pleasure they were now both heaping on her in equal measure.
Torn between the two sensations, her brain struggled to focus, to think . Whoever it was eating her out was doing a damn good job of it, pushing her closer and closer to that shimmering peak of pleasure. But she couldn’t come, not yet. Not until she figured out who was doing what.
And the closer she got to that peak, the more desperate she became. Until she couldn’t help but plead for mercy. “Daddy, please. I learned my lesson! I don’t want to play anymore!”
But neither of her tormentors replied. They only increased their efforts, with the man kneeling between her thighs pulling her clit between his lips for a quick, hard suck that nearly shattered her. While his partner grabbed her ass with his gloved hand and squeezed, sending a flash of pain through her that only served to drive her closer to her breaking point.
“Daddy, Beckett, please ! I can’t guess, I can’t!”
The tongue on her clit became more insistent, at the same time familiar fingers pushed inside her.
Daddy .
But just because it was his fingers in her pussy, didn’t mean it was his mouth there as well. Desperation swelled alongside her need, and just when she thought she was going to earn whatever mystery punishment they’d threatened, his voice whispered in her ear.
“Come for us, pretty girl.”
“Beckett!” she crowed triumphantly, at the same time the orgasm slammed into her, shattering her. Daddy wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her in place as Beckett continued to feast, until he’d drained every ounce of pleasure from her.
Thank god Ice was holding her up. She didn’t think her legs were up to the task.
“That’s my good girl,” Ice praised, his voice thick with his own need. “I’m so fucking proud of you, baby. But we’re not done with you, yet.”
She could only whimper as they unhooked her from the ceiling, her Daddy swooping her up into his arms to carry her across the room.
And then she was on the bed, the silk of the sheets caressing her too-sensitive skin as Daddy lowered her to the mattress.
“Up on your knees, baby. It’s our turn.”
Scrambling to obey, which was a feat itself with her arms still bound, she waited, wondering how they would take her. At the same time? Or would they take turns? And if they took her at the same time, which holes would they use?
Her answer came a moment later as the mattress sank behind her and a thick cock filled her pussy. Not quite as thick as her Daddy’s, though it was still enough for her to feel the stretch as Beckett pushed inside her.
The bed dipped again, this time in front of her. “Who’s that in your pussy, baby?”
“Beckett.”
“You’re so good at this game, sweetheart,” Beckett praised from behind her, giving her bottom an affectionate squeeze as he moved inside her. “And your Daddy was right. Your little pussy feels so good on my cock.”
“Mouth open, baby.” Now it was Daddy’s voice above her. “And don’t forget to swallow.”
Lifting her head slightly, she let her mouth fall open so Daddy could slide his cock between her lips. His satisfied groan met her ears as he fucked her face, while his friend claimed her pussy.
Full. She was so full. And now that the pressure of guessing was gone, she finally gave herself over to it. Surrendered herself to the pleasure of being nothing more than a vessel for their desires, a toy to be played with and used in whatever way they pleased.
She was her Daddy’s possession, his favorite toy, and she had never been happier.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” Gripping her hair, Daddy thrust forward, fucking her face with deep, forceful thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with every movement. She gagged, drool spilling down her chin as her throat contracted around him. “Fuck, baby. Daddy’s going to come down your pretty throat. Don’t you dare spill a fucking drop, you understand me?”
She couldn’t answer, couldn’t even nod. Could only be as he continued using her.
“Make sure you squeeze Beckett nice and tight, baby. I’ve been bragging about how good your little cunt feels. You don’t want to let Daddy down, do you?”
Tears burned in her eyes at the thought of disappointing him, and she immediately flexed her muscles, squeezing Beckett’s cock as he slammed into her from behind.
“Oh, fuck. You weren’t lying, Elias. Just like that, sweetheart. Such a good girl.”
They showered her with praise as they used her, so that by the time Beckett thrust into her one final time, seconds before her Daddy’s hot cum poured down her throat, her heart was as full as her mouth and her pussy.
She collapsed on the bed when they pulled away, gasping for air as Daddy cradled her to his chest. “You did such a good job, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
Closing her eyes, she snuggled into him. The bed dipped again, but instead of spooning her like she’d half expected, Beckett simply brushed a hand over her cheek. “Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart. You were so good for us. I’m going to let your Daddy take care of you now, okay?”
“Oh.” She twisted around to pout up at him. “You aren’t going to stay?”
“Nah. I think your Daddy can give you enough cuddles for the both of us, don’t you?”
She giggled, a sound she wasn’t used to making but it seemed fitting for the situation. “Probably.”
“I think so, too.” Leaning down, Beckett brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Be a good girl for your Daddy and I’ll see you both later.”
When the door shut behind him again, she snuggled into Ice with a sigh. “He’s not a cuddler, huh?”
“My understanding is he only does aftercare with people he’s in a committed relationship with. Otherwise, he arranges for his scene partners to have someone to care for them afterwards.”
“Hmmm. Think he’s worried about women getting too attached?”
“I think that’s what he tells himself.”
Interesting. Apparently there was more to Beckett Stone than she realized.
But that was a curiosity for another day. For now, she was content to let herself be held, knowing she’d pleased her Daddy.
And she was going to try her damndest not to jump to conclusions about his feelings ever again.