Page 70 of Ruin Me, Daddy

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.”

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