Chapter 35
CHAPTER 35
ICE
I t took everything he had not to burst out laughing at the look on Silver’s face. If looks could kill, he’d have been dead on the spot.
The auction continued on around him, but he couldn’t have said who bid what on whom. Every bit of his attention was focused on his girl, the way she stiffened every time he turned the plug on, the way she glared at him when he flipped it back off. The way her eyes would flutter closed when a particularly strong wave would wash over her.
By the time Silver’s name was called, her steps toward the front of the stage were stiff, as though the plug in her ass was a ticking time bomb and she was waiting for it to detonate.
Which, he supposed it kind of was.
But then her gaze locked with his, and a mischievous smile spread across her face as she took the microphone from Braden.
“Good evening. I’m Silver. Many of you know me from the band Deviant Whispers. And if you don’t live under a rock, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing up on this stage when everyone knows I’m head over heels in love with our lead guitarist, Ice. Well, let me tell you a little secret.” Her smile widened as she let her gaze sweep over the crowd, drawing them in before her big reveal.
She always had been a natural performer.
Leaning toward the crowd, she dropped her voice to a loud whisper. “The secret is… I’m a big fucking brat.”
The crowd went wild, laughing and cheering as she straightened and paced the front of the stage, occasionally striking a sexy pose while she waited for the cheers to die down. “I am here with my Daddy, and I’m sorry to say I won’t be going home with anyone but him tonight. No matter what you bid, I can promise you he’s going to top it. Because he would never, ever let anyone else touch me unless it was his idea. Isn’t that right, Daddy?”
“That’s right, baby,” Ice called, playing along even as he wondered what her end game was.
“See? Told you. So, you could all bow out now, and allow him to have me for a pittance. Or…” She paused again, drawing out the moment before her smile shifted to a smirk. “You could make him pay for the pleasure of my company. What do you say? Let’s see how high we can make those bids go!”
Again the crowd roared as she stepped back, handing the microphone off to Braden. “I’d like to add a little extra incentive to the bidding process here,” he said, quieting the crowd with a raised eyebrow. “Every penny of Silver’s final price will be going to a charity dedicated to stopping violence against women. Club BDE will not be taking a cut. In fact, we will be matching the winning bid, up to one hundred thousand dollars. And with that, we’ll be opening the bids at one thousand dollars. Do I hear one thousand?”
Pride swelled in Ice’s chest as every single paddle in the room shot into the air, over and over again, driving Silver’s ‘price’ higher and higher. But he stayed quiet, letting them have their fun.
And as the bids reached the fifty-thousand mark, he sensed the shift in the room. The bidders, who had started out laughing at him, were now shooting nervous glances in his direction, obviously waiting for him to step up and bid. More than once, Braden hit the “Going twice” part of the bidding process before someone hastily raised their paddle to up the bid again.
By seventy-five, even Silver was starting to look nervous. She’d nearly chewed the lipstick off her bottom lip and every so often she would glance over at him expectantly.
“We have seventy-eight thousand on the table. Do I hear seventy-nine? No? Seventy-eight going once… going twice… Seriously? We’re stopping at seventy-eight?” Braden paused to give them a chance to bid again, then shrugged. “All right. Seventy-eight I guess it is, then. So?—”
“One million.” Stepping forward, Ice raised his paddle as everyone around him froze. “One million dollars, for my naughty little goddess.”
“ Sold , and I’m very sure Rowan appreciates you saving him from writing that check.”
Off to the side, a dark-haired man wearing the leather cut of a motorcycle club laughed and made a show of wiping his brow, eliciting laughter from the rest of the members.
But Ice barely paid attention to him, or the crowd. He only had eyes for his girl, who was watching him with a wide-eyed mix of awe and apprehension that had his already hard cock pressing even more painfully against his leathers.
“That was the last bid of the night, folks. Thank you all for coming and for those of you who won… enjoy your night.”
As the crowd dispersed, Ice gripped Silver’s waist, lifting her from the stage before lowering her onto her feet in front of him. “You are in so much trouble, little girl,” he murmured.
He saw his own need reflected in her eyes as she grinned up at him. “Worth it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
SILVER
Her Daddy’s words echoed in her mind as he led her over to a platform where one of the couples from the auction was setting up for their scene. Planting himself right in front of the platform, Ice pulled her back against him, his hard cock nestling between her cheeks.
“I hope you had fun, baby. Because now it’s time to pay the piper.”
As soon as the threat left his lips, the plug in her ass came back to life. Dropping her head back, she let it rest on his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. “Would it help if I said I was sorry?”
“It might. But you still need to be punished. Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s what I thought. So here’s the deal. We’re going to stay, and we’re going to watch all of these lovely people play. And Daddy is going to have some fun with his remote while we watch. When you’re finally so fucking horny you’re begging Daddy to make you come, I’m going to take you home and fuck that naughty little bottom of yours. If— if —you beg prettily enough, I might let you come then.”
Fucking hell, that was hot. “I thought you said we weren’t going to play.”
“I changed my mind. I realized I’ve been so focused on what we can’t do, that I was missing all the ways I can still own my sweet little goddess’s ass without risking another injury.”
“You didn’t have to take that part so literally,” she grumbled, despite the thrill that raced through her at his words.
“Oh, I think I do. It’s the only part of you I haven’t had yet. And after tonight, I want there to be no doubt in your mind who you belong to. After all… I paid for you. Twice.”
She opened her mouth to assure him that she knew exactly who she belonged to, but he silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Shhh. The show is about to start.”
And so it was. She watched, transfixed as the man on stage wrapped his ‘purchase’ for the evening in rope, then pulled her up from the ground. It was art, erotic and beautiful, the way she spun and flipped around in the air like some kind of kinky ballet.
Every few minutes, the plug in Silver’s bottom would vibrate harder or faster or it would change patterns altogether. From a steady hum, to pulses she couldn’t quite anticipate, all of it worked together to make her hornier than she’d ever been in her life.
“Daddy, please,” she whispered as the couple on the podium finished their scene. “I need to come so bad.”
“That’s a good start, my sweet little goddess. But you can do better.”
They watched two more scenes, and between each she would beg, her pleas growing more and more desperate.
Until, finally, after the third scene, she simply dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for the buckle on his belt.
“Stop.”
Freezing in place, she looked up at him, her bottom lip pushing out into a pout. “Sir?”
“My naughty girl. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Sucking your cock, hopefully.”
“Uh-huh. Why?”
“Because I really, really need your cock inside me, however I can get it. Please, Daddy? Will you please let me choke on that giant fucking cock of yours?”
“There we go.” A grin spread across his face. “I knew you could beg properly. Hands on your knees and open wide.”
Relief swept through her as she dropped her hands to her lap and parted her lips. There was something so primal, so humiliating about being used this way. About not even being allowed to participate, but simply waiting for him to use her mouth for his pleasure.
All of that combined with the vibrations of the plug, threatening to overwhelm her as he pushed his cock between her lips. One hand fisted in her hair, he held her in place as he rocked back and forth, gently fucking her face.
“That’s my good girl,” he said with a low groan, his movements coming faster, harder. “Such a good little slu?—”
Ice trailed off, his face paling as he stilled. “Fuck. I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking.”
Slut. Traitorous whore. The words Ace had spewed at her with such hatred still lived in her mind.
But she wasn’t going to let him take this from her, just like she would be damned if she let him take the music she loved so much.
Pulling back, she looked up at the man who had saved her, not just physically but in every way that mattered. “Don’t do that. Don’t hold back because of him. I am a slut. I’m my Daddy’s good little slut and nothing will ever change that.”
Still looking uncertain, he cupped her face in his hand, running the pad of his thumb over her cheek. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.”
“If it’s too much, you’ll safeword out. Two taps on my thigh. I mean it, Amanda.”
“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
“All right.”
Shoving Ace out of her mind, she opened her mouth, welcoming her Daddy back in as he groaned. “That’s my good girl. Daddy’s good little slut.”
His voice caught on the word, so she bobbed her head, sucking in her cheeks to show her appreciation. Tears sprang to her eyes as he thrust all the way back, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her choke and gag around the thick length.
“ Good girl . Breathe through your nose, baby. You know how to take it.”
She did, and she would. For him.
And when he finally swelled in her mouth, his hot cum pouring down her throat, she knew there was no place she would rather be than on her knees, swallowing every last salty drop of him.
“That was perfect, baby.” Ice cupped her face. “You may earn that orgasm yet. Come on. Let’s go home.”