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Not a question, a command. One issued in a tone that clearly said he expected to be obeyed in this or there would be hell to pay. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. One more clip and we can start on the other side.”
Even with his warning the pain was a shock that had her crying out as it pierced her nipple. Everywhere he’d pinched now throbbed with a dull ache as he began the process again on the opposite breast.
By the time he reached her second nipple, her breaths were coming in short, sharp pants, and she knew before the night was done, he would get his wish.
He would get to see her cry.
CHAPTER 17
ICE
She was stunning.
Panting for breath, struggling to bear the pain he continued to force on her, she was quite simply the most beautiful woman he’d ever had at his mercy.
“Look at me, Silver.”
Watery eyes met his, and his cock throbbed at the sight. “Do you want Daddy to make you feel better, baby?”
“Y-yes, Sir. Please.”
He let a slow smile curve his lips and reveled in the fear that shimmered in her eyes in response. “You can have your pleasure, when I get my tears. Feet apart.”
With another of those soft sobs, she shifted so her feet were spread as wide as she could manage without losing her balance. A quick check of the restraints showed the color in her hands and arms were good, so he bent and grabbed a riding crop from his bag.
Stepping back, he tapped the tip of the crop against her exposed pussy lips. Her eyes went round with understanding a moment before he snapped the leather up. The air around him vibrated with her pained cries—so he did it again.
Once, twice, three times in quick succession. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her adorned breasts trembling with the effort it took to draw in air.
And she’d never looked more beautiful.
But she was still holding out on him. Still keeping all those big emotions locked up tight inside her. And that would never do.
Three more times he punished her poor abused lips, drawing a pained cry from deep within her. Now when his eyes met hers, the tears he’d craved were slipping down her cheeks, black tracks of makeup streaking down her face.
Gorgeous.
“Daddy, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
So close. She was so close to breaking for him.
With a flick of his wrist, he snapped the leather tip against her lips, watching in perverse delight as her entire body jerked at the pain.
And then he did it again.
When the next stroke landed, she broke, a loud, choking sob filling the air. Dropping the crop back into his bag, he closed the gap between them and slipped his hand between her thighs, the need to soothe and comfort rising up now that she’d crumbled so beautifully for him. “My sweet little goddess. Are all these tears for me, baby?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she sobbed out between gasping breaths.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Do you still want me to make you come?”
“God, yes. Please, Daddy, please. I need… I need…”
“Shhh, baby.” Drawing his arousal-slicked finger from her pussy, he circled her swollen clit. “Daddy knows what you need. Come for me, pretty girl. Come for Daddy, and let me hear you scream.”
Scream she did, her head thrown back as those beautiful tears streamed down her face. Bucking, writhing against his hand as he stroked every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body.
