Page 69 of Ruin Me, Daddy

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.

CHAPTER 25

ICE

He 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.

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