Page 58 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Hmm. Well, a really mean Daddy wouldn’t let you come when he fucks you.” Rocking his hips, he moved inside her, hitting that exact right spot meant to drive her wild with every shallow thrust. “So I could be very, very mean if you like.”
She might actually die if he didn’t let her come, but she wasn’t quite ready to beg just yet. “That would be”—a low moan escaped as he slid his hand over her hip, his clever fingers stroking her swollen clit—“very mean.”
“It would, wouldn’t it? But you already said I’m so mean. I think I might have to live up to that accusation.”
Fuck. He was certainly in a mood this morning. The kind of mood that could actually result in her spending the rest of the day on edge, waiting for him to decide she’d earned an orgasm if she wasn’t careful. “Daddy…”
More of those slow, rocking thrusts as he played with her clit, teasing her with pleasure as his chest rumbled with laughter. “Yes, baby? Something I can do for you?”
Sadistic bastard. “I’m sorry I called you mean. Now will you please let me come?”
“I don’t know.” His tone was casual, almost conversational, as if he wasn’t buried balls deep inside her, driving her absolutely wild with every teasing touch. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Ruby Red. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”
Which meant he was going to make her beg, whether she wanted to or not. “Please, Daddy.” Pressing her hands against the wall, she pushed back against him, desperate for more than those rocking, shallow thrusts. “I’m sorry I called you mean and I’m sorry I was a brat. Please don’t make me wait all day.”
“You beg so pretty for me, Ruby Red.” Fingers digging into her hip, he moved faster inside her, though still not giving her quite what she needed. “Beg me some more, and I might let you come.”
Each movement was somehow too much and not enough at the same time. And with every passing second, her will fractured a little bit more, until she was helpless and aching and desperate for more of him. “Daddy, please. I’ll do anything, I swear, just please let me fucking come!”
“Anything, baby?” Again, his chest rumbled with laughter. “I’m going to hold you to that. But for now, come for me, pretty girl. Let Daddy feel that tight little pussy squeezing my cock.”
Stars exploded behind her eyes as he slammed into her, finally fucking her the way she craved. Hard enough to hurt, just enough to turn pleasure into frenzy as she spasmed around him, squeezing him with every thrust just as he’d commanded.
“Fuck, baby.” The words came out as a low, visceral groan, and his movements grew more frantic, letting her know he was close to his own peak.
And then he slammed into her one final time, emptying himself into her as they stood there, pressed against the cool tile with the jets beating against their bodies as they struggled for breath.
“My bratty little girl,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck in a move so tender and intimate it brought tears to her eyes. “I love you, Ruby Red.”
“I love you too, Bex.”
As she’d expected, pain exploded across her right asscheek and she couldn't help but giggle as he growled in her ear. “You know how I feel about that nickname, brat.”
“Why do you think I keep using it?”
“I’m starting to think I’ve been too lenient with you lately. Maybe you need your strict Daddy back.”
As if he was ever anything but strict? Even at his most laid-back, he was hands down the strictest Dom in their group.
Which was exactly the way she liked it, though it had taken her a long time to admit that, even to herself. “Maybe I do.”
“Unfortunately for both of us, we have a wedding to get to, which means my naughty girl is going to have to wait. But I’ll have plenty of time to remind you who’s in charge when we go to the club tonight.”
Excitement pounded through her veins, and even though she’d just come all over his cock, her pussy spasmed at the not-so-veiled threat. “Bring it on… Bex.”
“You are going to pay for that tonight, little girl.”
“Counting on it.”
Beckett
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They were running a little behind thanks to their impromptu shower session, but that was exactly why he’d built an extra half-hour into their schedule that morning. Ruby never could go more than a few days without needing her bottom warmed, and with all the stress of the wedding, he’d had a feeling they would both need a bit of relief before they headed to the hotel.
But even with the buffer, they were starting to hit crunch time. “Ruby! We need to leave in fifteen minutes!”
“I know, I know.” Rolling her eyes, she emerged from her closet wrapped in one of the fluffy, oversized robes he’d bought for her when she’d moved in. Her hair was still wet, and with how thick it was, he knew from experience it would take her every bit of the time they had left to dry it.
