Page 72 of Ruin Me, Daddy

“Up on your knees, baby. It’s our turn.”

Scrambling to obey, which was a feat itself with her arms still bound, she waited, wondering how they would take her. At the same time? Or would they take turns? And if they took her at the same time, which holes would they use?

Her answer came a moment later as the mattress sank behind her and a thick cock filled her pussy. Not quite as thick as her Daddy’s, though it was still enough for her to feel the stretch as Beckett pushed inside her.

The bed dipped again, this time in front of her. “Who’s that in your pussy, baby?”

“Beckett.”

“You’re so good at this game, sweetheart,” Beckett praised from behind her, giving her bottom an affectionate squeeze as he moved inside her. “And your Daddy was right. Your little pussy feels so good on my cock.”

“Mouth open, baby.” Now it was Daddy’s voice above her. “And don’t forget to swallow.”

Lifting her head slightly, she let her mouth fall open so Daddy could slide his cock between her lips. His satisfied groan met her ears as he fucked her face, while his friend claimed her pussy.

Full. She was so full. And now that the pressure of guessing was gone, she finally gave herself over to it. Surrendered herself to the pleasure of being nothing more than a vessel for their desires, a toy to be played with and used in whatever way they pleased.

She was her Daddy’s possession, his favorite toy, and she had never been happier.

“That’s my good fucking girl.” Gripping her hair, Daddy thrust forward, fucking her face with deep, forceful thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with every movement. She gagged, drool spilling down her chin as her throat contracted around him. “Fuck, baby. Daddy’s going to come down your pretty throat. Don’t you dare spill a fucking drop, you understand me?”

She couldn’t answer, couldn’t even nod. Could only be as he continued using her.

“Make sure you squeeze Beckett nice and tight, baby. I’ve been bragging about how good your little cunt feels. You don’t want to let Daddy down, do you?”

Tears burned in her eyes at the thought of disappointing him, and she immediately flexed her muscles, squeezing Beckett’s cock as he slammed into her from behind.

“Oh, fuck. You weren’t lying, Elias. Just like that, sweetheart. Such a good girl.”

They showered her with praise as they used her, so that by the time Beckett thrust into her one final time, seconds before her Daddy’s hot cum poured down her throat, her heart was as full as her mouth and her pussy.

She collapsed on the bed when they pulled away, gasping for air as Daddy cradled her to his chest. “You did such a good job, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you.”

Closing her eyes, she snuggled into him. The bed dipped again, but instead of spooning her like she’d half expected, Beckett simply brushed a hand over her cheek. “Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart. You were so good for us. I’m going to let your Daddy take care of you now, okay?”

“Oh.” She twisted around to pout up at him. “You aren’t going to stay?”

“Nah. I think your Daddy can give you enough cuddles for the both of us, don’t you?”

She giggled, a sound she wasn’t used to making but it seemed fitting for the situation. “Probably.”

“I think so, too.” Leaning down, Beckett brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Be a good girl for your Daddy and I’ll see you both later.”

When the door shut behind him again, she snuggled into Ice with a sigh. “He’s not a cuddler, huh?”

“My understanding is he only does aftercare with people he’s in a committed relationship with. Otherwise, he arranges for his scene partners to have someone to care for them afterwards.”

“Hmmm. Think he’s worried about women getting too attached?”

“I think that’s what he tells himself.”

Interesting. Apparently there was more to Beckett Stone than she realized.

But that was a curiosity for another day. For now, she was content to let herself be held, knowing she’d pleased her Daddy.

And she was going to try her damndest not to jump to conclusions about his feelings ever again.

CHAPTER 26

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