Page 67 of Ruin Me, Daddy

“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?”

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