Chapter 36
CHAPTER 36
SILVER
T he ride home was torture. Not just because he refused to turn the plug off, but because he took her panties from her the moment they got in the car.
“Legs apart, push that dress to the side. Let Daddy see how you play with your pretty little pussy. But don’t you dare fucking come or you’ll lose orgasm privileges for a week.”
Between the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body and her own fingers on her swollen clit, not coming was something of an Olympic feat. “Daddy, please. I need to come. Please.”
“Not yet. Not until you have Daddy’s cock in your ass.”
He did exactly the speed limit the entire way home, and she took a little pleasure in knowing it had to be as torturous for him as it was for her. Well, maybe not as torturous since he’d just gotten off back at the club.
The bastard.
She was wild, aching by the time he parked in the driveway and ordered her to wait for him to help her out. For a moment, she considered seeing if she could get herself off in the five seconds it took him to walk around to her side of the car. But even if she could, he would know, and then she would be in even more trouble than she already was.
Every step up to the house, to their bedroom was more delicious torture. By the time she stepped through their bedroom door, her thighs were slick with her arousal, and she nearly wept with relief when he pointed to the bed.
“Lie down, on your back. Daddy wants a taste of that sweet pussy.”
She practically threw herself onto the bed in her haste, earning her a chuckle from her devious Daddy. “So eager for more torment. Palms flat on the bed, and keep them there. And don’t forget, you aren’t allowed to come until I say.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, yanking her closer so her ass hung off the edge, putting her pussy right at eye level.
“You smell so good, baby. Let’s see if you taste as good as I remember.”
Pleasure flooded her, and she was so close to the edge already she nearly went flying the second his tongue touched her clit. He took his time, slowly feasting on her, using tongue and teeth to drive her wild with need.
More than once, she nearly reached for him, but every time his words kept her bound in place at the last second. Her begging turned to incoherent pleas as she writhed beneath him, and just when it seemed like she couldn’t possibly take another second of torture, he rose to his feet.
“Just as sweet as I remember. You ready for Daddy’s cock in your ass, baby?”
“God, yes. Please, Daddy, please fuck my ass. I need to come so bad, I’m dying.”
“Such a greedy little girl,” he said with a low chuckle as he pulled the still-vibrating plug from her bottom. He switched it off and set it aside before positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance.
Full. From the moment he pushed past that initial resistance, all she could think of was how full she felt. Body, heart, and soul. Every bit of her was full of him, and only him.
There was pain, as she’d expected, sharp bites of it as he stretched her ass beyond anything she’d experienced before. When she whimpered, he stopped with his cock still only halfway inside her, running his hands down her trembling thighs.
“Breathe, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me, I just need you to breathe and relax a bit. Can you do that, my beautiful goddess?”
“Trying,” she said, her breaths coming in sharp, ragged pants as she struggled to accommodate him. Unlike her pussy, it was taking much longer for her bottom hole to stretch for him, and she was beginning to think he’d never fit.
“My pretty little slut.” He crooned the words, and in an instant, her muscles loosened. “There we go. I knew you could do it. See how well you take me, baby? You’re going to take all of me, and you’re going to come with your ass full of your Daddy’s cock.”
As he made the promise, his fingers found her clit, expertly rolling the swollen nub until the pleasure washed away the pain.
“Daddy, please!” Her desperate pleas echoed around the room as she arched up, inviting him in. “Please, please, let me come.”
“Almost, baby.”
Another bite of pain as he pushed even further inside her. But now it melded with pleasure so exquisite, she could barely tell one from the other. Little by little, he worked himself into her most forbidden hole, until finally, he came to rest, all of him buried inside her.
“There we go.” Experimentally, he rocked his hips, just enough for her to feel the slide of him, in and out, scraping along the overly sensitive inner walls of her ass. “Fucking hell, baby. You feel even better than I ever imagined. Are you going to come for me, pretty girl?”
“God, yes. Please, yes.”
Another flex, another wave of that agonizing mix of pain and pleasure washing over her. “Then come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.”
Molten-hot need flooded her veins, overwhelming her as he fucked her with short, shallow thrusts. She screamed for him, screamed for Daddy as it the orgasm crashed over her, leaving her breathless and panting on the bed.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as the tremors subsided. “Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”
Gripping her thighs so tightly she knew she’d proudly be wearing his bruises in the morning, he pulled out further than he had before. And when he slammed back into her, she arched up with a cry as more pain, more pleasure than she’d ever known threatened to drown her.
“Daddy, please. I need… I need…”
“I know what you need, baby.” His words were a low growl as he fucked her. “You need Daddy to fill this pretty little ass with his cum. You need to fall asleep tonight knowing I own every fucking inch of this gorgeous body. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes, god, yes.”
“Beg me, baby. Beg Daddy to fill your ass all the way up.”
Now it was humiliation washing over her, mingling with pain and pleasure in a cocktail that was so perfectly Ice it nearly unraveled her. “Please, Daddy. Please.”
“Please, what, baby? Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”
Her cries filled the air when he thrust back into her. “Please f-fill my ass with your c-cum. Please, I need to feel you inside me, Daddy, please.”
“God, you beg so pretty. I could listen to you beg for my cock every day for the rest of my life and never tire of the sound. Of course Daddy will fill your pretty little bottom, baby.”
With one final stroke, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock swelling inside her ass, stretching her even more as the hot stream of his cum filled her in the most humiliating way possible.
But there was pride there, along with the humiliation and pleasure when he collapsed on the bed beside her, his chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. “You were fucking incredible, baby. C’mere.”
Already, sleep was dragging her under as she snuggled into his chest. And her last thought before she succumbed was that Elias Turner had officially ruined her for any other man.
And that was just the way she liked it.
ICE
For the first time in nearly two months, he slept deep and he slept well. There were no screaming nightmares, for him or Silver, and he woke with a sense of hope he hadn’t felt in far too long. Years, probably, if he was being honest with himself.
He’d showered the night before, as Silver slept, so there was nothing keeping him from his guitar this morning. The words she’d whispered, just before she’d tumbled into slumber, had followed him into his dreams, joining there with the music he’d already written so that he woke with the song in his head. That had never happened to him before, so this was either going to be the worst song he’d ever written or the best.
When the words were on paper, he sat back with his guitar, and sang.
Ruin me, with every touch of your skin
Every kiss, every breath, a storm’s raging within
This wall around my heart is crumbling in
So ruin me, ruin me, and let us begin
“Is that for me?”
His fingers slipped, and the discordant notes peppered the air around them, drawing a girlish giggle from the woman standing in the middle of his living room. “Ah… I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was. But I woke up and you weren’t there.”
“I’m sorry.” Setting the guitar aside, he reached for her, pulling her down onto his lap. With a soft sigh, she curled into him, nuzzling against his throat like a kitten. “Better?”
“Yeah. You didn’t have to stop for me, though.”
“Looking for a sore bottom so early in the morning?” he teased, running his hand up her thigh to give said bottom a firm squeeze.
“No! I didn’t even do anything.”
“Hmm. I think implying that you aren’t the most important thing in your Daddy’s life is definitely a spankable offense.”
Her glare was ruined by the twitching of her lips. “I think you’re just looking for a reason to spank me.”
“Always, baby.”
To his surprise, a pink flush rose to her cheeks and she shifted nervously on his lap. “Um, in that case, I might actually have a reason for you to.”
Tightening his grip on her ass, he raised an eyebrow. “Uh-oh. What has my naughty little girl been up to?”
“Nothing recently. It’s just, now that things are kind of getting back to normal, I realize I owe you the truth. The whole truth. About what happened with me and Ace, before our night at Black Light.”
With everything else that had happened, he’d all but forgotten that he’d never actually learned what lead to their last breakup. “I’m listening.”
“Do you remember our last night in London? We’d been touring for what? Almost a year at that point?”
“Yeah. That was a brutal one.”
“Seriously.” She let out a short, bitter laugh. “I was so fucking tired, Ice. All I wanted was to go home . But you know how Ace is. He wanted to party.”
“Yeah. I know how he is.” Except, he hadn’t known, had he? If he’d known Ace half as well as he’d thought he had, Silver wouldn’t be in fucking therapy recovering from having her hands sliced to ribbons.
Pushing those dark thoughts to the side, he pulled her closer, and some of the knots in his stomach loosened when she dropped her head onto his shoulder. “So he wanted to party. You didn’t. Is that what you fought about?”
“Yes, but that wasn’t why things ended. We had a big blow-up fight, he called me all manner of unflattering names. Implied that if I lost some weight, I wouldn’t be so tired all the time.”
“Fucking Christ, Sil.”
“I know. How pathetic was I, that even that wasn’t enough for me to end things? Don’t get mad,” she said, her tone turning pleading when he let out a low growl. “I felt pathetic, even then. I still do. But I thought I was in love with him, that nobody would ever want me the way he did. So I put up with it, and him, because I thought that was what love looked like. I know better now.”
“Good.” He barely managed to get the word out past the tightness in his throat.
“Anyway. We fought, I went to bed. Cried myself to sleep. And woke up a few hours later to Ace fucking some groupie. In our bed. Practically right on top of me.”
He’d thought nothing she could tell him about Ace would shock him, not after everything else he’d done.
But he’d been wrong.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I should have seen what he was, I should have protected you, I should have?—”
“You should stop blaming yourself for not being a goddamn psychic.” Sitting up now, eyes blazing with quiet fury, she glared at him. “You didn’t know, because I didn’t tell you. I kept all the bad shit to myself, on purpose. That’s on me. And as we’ve discussed, Ace’s actions are on him. Literally none of this is your fault, Elias.”
“That’s a big fucking pill to swallow.”
“I know.” Her expression softened. “And I love you so much for wanting to protect me, even those past versions of me. But all I want is to just move on and put as much of this behind us as possible.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugged, but the action was directly contradicted by the storm of emotion in her eyes. “I didn’t want to break up the band. More, I didn’t want to take your family from you. I knew once you found out, there was no way you’d be able to stay friends with Ace. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let you lose him, just because he hurt me.”
“So you made the decision about who I should be friends with for me?” Now it was anger bubbling inside him. Anger at himself, at Ace, at her. “You decided you knew better than me, and that I didn’t deserve to have all the facts about the man I called a brother.”
“I’m sorry.” Genuine remorse echoed in her words. “I’m so sorry, Ice. I know it was wrong, I just… I was so sure I was doing the right thing.”
“I know, baby.” Sighing, he pulled her in for a long, slow kiss. It did what he’d wanted it to, easing some of his own riotous emotions and draining some of the tension from her stiff muscles as well.
When the kiss ended, he fixed her with a stern glare. “I know you think you were doing the right thing. But you and I, we don’t have secrets. Never should have in the first place. And I am going to make sure you learn that lesson very, very well tonight.”
Unease flickered over her face. “What are you going to do?”
It gave him perverse pleasure to smirk at her question. “It’s a secret.”
“Oh you son of a?—”
Luckily for her, she was cut off by the buzzing of his phone on the couch cushion beside him. He froze when he glanced down and saw Valerie Alvarez’s name on the readout.
“Take it,” Silver urged softly. “It could be something important.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it could be.”
When he didn’t move, Silver leaned over and plucked the phone from the couch and hit the button to answer it. “Hi, Val. I’m doing good, actually.” She paused, her gaze locked on his as she listened. “Physical therapy is great. It’s helping a lot. I’ll be back to driving you crazy, spinning my drumsticks around at dinner in no time. Ice? Yeah, he’s right here. Just a sec.”
Talk to her, she mouthed, holding the phone to his ear. He had to swallow once, twice, three times before he could get his voice to work. “Hi, Mom.”
The familiar greeting slipped out and he winced, but before he could correct himself, Valerie’s voice came through the phone. “Hi. I was just… calling to check on Silver. And you.”
Closing his eyes against the waves of emotion crashing over him, he swallowed yet again as he took the phone from Silver. “We’re good. Ah, how are you and Dad?”
“We’re getting by. We’ve… we’ve been going to therapy. Richard and I.”
And there was his second shock of the morning. “Good. That’s good.”
Silence fell, awkward and filled with all the pain they shared even three thousand miles apart. He was just about to ask why she’d really called when she spoke again.
“Dad and I were thinking… What if we came out the weekend after Thanksgiving? We could spend a few days with you and Silver, get to know some of those new friends you’re always telling Richard about.”
He hadn’t even known there was still a knife in his heart until she yanked it out with that one simple request. “I’d like that. We’d love that, actually.”
“Okay. Um, I’ll have Richard start looking at flights and we’ll let you know as soon as we have plans.”
“Sounds good. I’ll, ah, talk to you then.”
“And Ice?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Emotion clogged his throat, nearly choking him as he gave her the words back. “I love you too, Mom.”
The moment the call ended, Silver’s arms were around his neck. He clung to her as the storm raged inside him, buried himself in the warmth of her love until he felt steady enough to speak.
“They want to come to visit. The weekend after Thanksgiving.”
“Really?” Tears filled her eyes as a grin split her face. “Oh, Ice, that’s amazing! I knew she’d come around.”
“Yeah. She said they’ve been going to therapy, her and Dad.”
“Good. I can’t imagine what this has done to them. I hope it helps them heal.”
Lifting a hand, he tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “I love you.”
Pure joy lit her face. “I love you, too.”
“I’ve been thinking… How would you feel if I made an offer on this house? It wouldn’t have to be our primary residence but?—”
“Yes!” She cut him off with a delighted squeal. “Whatever they want for it, we’ll pay it.”
“Within reason,” he said with a laugh. “Let’s not get carried away.”
“Nope, I’ve made up my mind. We’re buying this house, no matter what.”
“Hmm.” Settling his hands on her hips, he forced his expression into stern lines. “That sounds a bit like you trying to give orders to your Daddy, little girl.”
Pink rose to her cheeks as her pupils darkened and her lips parted on a sharp intake of breath. “What if I am?”
“Well, as you said earlier… I am always looking for a reason to spank you.”
With a shriek of laughter, she leapt up from his lap and took off for the bedroom. He chased her into the room, and back out again. Around and around they went until he finally captured her, pinning her to the bed beneath him.
Which is where he kept her for the rest of the morning, as he reminded her over and over again who she belonged to.
Now, and forever.