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Without giving her even a moment to recover, he swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the giant bed in the middle of the room.
“If I had it my way, I’d take my time with you.” Setting her on her feet beside the bed, he tugged her dress up and over her head, tossing it toward the empty chair in the corner. “I would spend the rest of the evening touching you. Tasting you. Worshiping you.”
Her pupils had widened, all but obliterating the golden brown of her irises, and her chest shuddered with every breath. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
“Mmm. Neither would I. But it would be rude to miss our friends’ reception, after they were so nice as to share their day with us.”
“Lottie would understand.”
Truth was, she really would. She might have been the very epitome of a spoiled little rich girl on the surface, but she had a heart of gold. “Be that as it may, you know I don’t tolerate rudeness. Do I, Ruby Red?”
“N-No, Sir.”
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gave her a gentle shove that sent her tumbling backward onto the bed, her eyes bright with hunger. “I also do not tolerate being called Bex. Do I, little girl?”
Instead of looking chastised, the little brat had the nerve to grin up at him. “No, Sir, you do not.”
God he loved every bratty inch of this woman. Reaching for her panties, he gave them a tug, pulling them down over her hips and her long, shapely legs. “You’re right. I do not. Which is a shame for you.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because. Instead of getting Daddy’s cock in that pretty pussy, you’re going to take it in your bottom instead.” As he spoke, he gripped the base of the plug nestled between her cheek and pulled. “And when you’re nice and full of Daddy’s cum, I’m going to cover this plug with some more of that naughty lube, and you’re going to spend the rest of the night with your bottom full and burning, so you can remember exactly who you belong to.”
Chapter 11
Ruby
Excitement pulsed through her veins, mingling with the delicious fear his words inspired. “Daddy, no,” she whined, more for form than anything else as the plug slid from her bottom, leaving her feeling oddly empty
Her fiancé—god, she had a fiancé, and wasn’t that a thrill all on its own—grinned, and another little shiver of fear raced up her spine at the wicked glint in his eye. “Yes, Ruby. Naughty girls get fucked in their naughty hole.”
Despite having just come hard all over his hand a few moments ago, her pussy spasmed at his words. “What if I said I was really sorry?”
One dark brow slowly raised as he reached for the zipper on his pants. “Are you?”
“No, not really.”
Head thrown back, he let out a loud peal of laughter. “Didn’t think so. Brat.”
“You love that about me.”
Everything about him softened as he smiled down at her. “I really do.”
Gripping her ankles, he draped them over his shoulders, and she was suddenly, keenly aware of her own nakedness. He hadn’t bothered to remove his tux, and there was something so decadently depraved about being stripped bare while he was still fully clothed.
Even more so when the blunt head of his cock pressed against her bottom hole. “Unfortunately for you, naughty girl, the only lube I have with me is the ginger lube. Which means you’re as slick as you’re going to get right now, and this is probably going to hurt.”
Need coiled in her stomach. “Good. I like it when it hurts.”
Again his grin flashed, full of wicked promise. “I know you do. My sweet little masochist. Such a perfect fit, aren’t we, Ruby Red?”
The pain she craved was there in every inch of him stretched and filling her ass as he pushed deeper inside her. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she gasped out, her hands fisting in the comforter as the burning ache drove her need even higher.
“That’s a good girl.” His words were a low, possessive growl. “My good girl. Say it, Ruby. Tell me you’re mine.”
There was a desperation in his voice that called to her, that seemed to reach down into the very depths of her soul to the parts of her she’d tried to deny for so long. The parts that wanted to be owned and claimed and branded as his. Eyes locked with his, she nodded. “Yes. I’m yours, Daddy. Only yours. Forever.”
“Damn right you are.” As he fucked her with slow, shallow thrusts that were both ecstasy and torment, he moved one hand to her empty pussy, stroking his thumb over her swollen clit. “And you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, Ruby? You’re going to come with your bottom full of Daddy’s cock. Because you might be a brat, but you’re my brat. Isn’t that right, baby?”
