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Happiness welled in her chest, chasing away all the feelings of guilt and worry from before.
But even as she basked in the glow of his praise, she became aware of an entirely different kind of warmth growing inside her. Whimpering softly, she shifted her hips, rocking from side to side as if that could stop the burn of the ginger oil he’d coated the plug with.
Chuckling at her discomfort, Beckett cupped her bottom in one large hand and squeezed. “Something wrong, baby?”
“You know what’s wrong, you sadist.”
Another squeeze, this one hard enough to shock a yelp out of her as fresh pain flashed through her system. “I am indeed that. And you love it.”
“Not right now I don’t!” With every passing second, the warmth grew, morphing into a burn she couldn’t ignore. “Daddy, please! Take it out! I learned my lesson, I swear!”
“Not a chance, Ruby Red. You’re going to walk down the aisle with your bottom burning inside and out. And when our friends exchange their rings, you’re going to think about why your bottom is burning, and you’re going to remember how naughty you were and how thoroughly your Daddy punished you.” Those clever, wicked fingers drifted down between her thighs, brushing at her shamefully wet cunt. “You’re going to stand up there, in front of everyone, with your pussy dripping while you think about how Daddy’s going to fuck your poor little bottom later, and fill you up with his cum before putting your naughty-girl plug right back where it belongs.”
Instinctively, her bottom clenched, and the burn became an inferno as she whimpered and writhed over her Daddy’s knee.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I swear I’ll never play another prank again just please take it out!”
“Ruby, I would be very disappointed if you never played another prank on me.”
Surprise had her going still, craning her neck to peer up at him over her shoulder. “You would?”
“Of course I would, baby. You keep things interesting and fun. Come here.” Helping her up to perch carefully on his lap, he cradled her close, pressing another of those tender kisses to her forehead that never failed to turn her into putty in his hands. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Ruby Matthews. Even when you’re at your naughtiest, I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you.”
“Even when I’m stubborn and work too hard and make you worry?”
His chest vibrated beneath her with laughter. “Even then. And when you’re too stubborn for your own good, it just gives me a reason to put you over my knee and spank it out of you. It’s a win-win for me, really.”
“I guess it is,” she said with a giggle of her own. “I worry about it, sometimes. That I’m too stubborn, or I need too much independence. I know how it stresses you out.”
“It does, especially when I can see how hard you’re pushing yourself.” Brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, he let his fingers trail down her cheek, the gesture so sweet and tender she nearly wept. “But our sessions with Dr. Jenn have helped with that a lot. I love every bit of you, Ruby Red, especially the stubborn, bratty, fiercely independent parts.”
A weight she hadn’t even been aware she’d been carrying lifted from her shoulders. Finding out he’d been planning to propose had been the happiest moment of her life—followed quickly by crushing self-doubt. What if she turned out to be too stubborn and he couldn’t handle her? Or worse, what if marriage brought with it the pressure to submit, to give him the kind of control she’d been fighting against since their first scene together?
But he was right. Neither of them were who they’d been years ago, or even when they’d first met. Marriage didn’t mean losing herself, any more than submitting to him did.
They sat there for a long while, long enough that the burn inside her bottom eased to a more manageable warmth as long as she didn’t clench around the plug.
“I should probably get back to the others,” she said with a sigh.
“You should. I’ll see you at the end of the aisle, Ruby Red.”
She settled for another forehead kiss before letting him help her back into her panties. Taking her hand again, he led her back through the main area of the suite where the other groomsmen were busy putting on their tuxes, and across the hall to the bridal suite. He stopped in front of the door to turn to her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Behave yourself, Ruby Red. And Daddy may have a treat for you after the ceremony.”
With that cryptic send-off, he winked and turned to head back to his suite.
Leaving Ruby standing in the hallway, wondering what the hell had gotten into everyone.
Chapter 9
Ruby
If she’d thought she’d walked into chaos before, it was nothing compared to what greeted her when she opened the door after Beckett dropped her back off at the bridal suite. The makeup artists and stylists were busy packing up their stations, every bridesmaid was in some state of undress as they changed from their robes into the various dresses in the same shade of emerald silk Lottie had picked out for them, and the excited chatter was reaching deafening levels.
She had just about convinced herself to slip back out the door and head over to the groom’s suite to hide out when Silver spotted her. Dressed in nothing but a strapless bra that matched the ‘Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe’ underwear they were all sporting, Silver hurried over, her eyes bright.
“We’re going to help each other get dressed and you’re going to tell me everything.”
