Highest Bidder (Salacious Players’ Club)

Ronan

I’ve been in this place dozens of times, watching Eden inflict pain and punishment. But it’s never bothered me so much. It’s hard to watch, although Daisy takes it all so beautifully. When she says green, I believe her. And I can tell Eden is taking it easy on her, but I can also tell Daisy could take more.

My beautiful girl wants this.

After a round with the riding crop, Daisy looks to be in agony. A sheen of sweat covers her body. Her cheeks are red and she’s breathing heavy, eyes closed as she practically hangs from the ceiling.

Eden caresses her body, massaging her back where the red strike marks are starting to rise on her skin. Then her hands move to Daisy’s front, fondling her breasts and pinching the already tight buds between her fingers.

My molars clench tightly as I try to rein in this sense of territorial jealousy I’ve never felt before. Normally it’s arousing to see Eden with one of my subs, but this time feels different. Especially as she whispers in Daisy’s ear and my girl responds with a smile, her body leaning toward Eden like she needs her.

Suddenly, I’m crossing the room, my hands taking Daisy’s face and pulling her close to me. She instantly opens her eyes when she feels me, gazing up into my eyes with love.

“Told you,” Eden says with a small laugh.

She was doing this on purpose, making me jealous, egging me on. But Daisy’s eyes are still on me. “You’re doing so well, baby girl.”

With a hum, she leans toward me as I press my lips to her forehead, trailing them down to her mouth.

When I feel something soft poking my side, I lift myself away from Daisy and stare at Eden. She’s holding the black leather flogger up toward me as if she wants me to take it.

“If you want to reward her, you need to make her earn it.”

What she really means is that I need to earn it.

My gaze travels back to Daisy and I find it laughably ironic that she’s the one wearing the expression of encouragement. As if this will somehow hurt me more—maybe it will.

“Please, Daddy,” she whispers, and I give her a confident nod before leaning down to kiss her head again.

“Yes, baby.” Then I take her jaw in my hands, holding her face up so our eyes are locked. “I’m giving you ten, and you better let me hear it.”

A filthy, little smile creeps across her flushed cheeks.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replies, before letting her eyes close and her head hang forward. When I move to her back, Eden brushes a hand along my arm. Then she takes my place, standing in front of Daisy. I hardly noticed the clips in her hand, but when Daisy lets out an ear-piercing scream, I know it’s because of the clamps now firmly pinching each nipple.

My fist squeezes around the handle of the flogger, and I take a deep breath, quickly reminding myself that this is what Daisy needs, and giving her what she needs is all I want. If I love her, and if I truly am a pleasure Dom, then it’s up to me to give her what feels good to her.

So with that, I land a harsh backhanded swing with a resounding thwap against the flesh below her shoulder blades. Her screams of anguish fill the room, just before she starts gasping for breath.

I’ve felt a hit like this before and I know how shocking the first one is, like loads of little sparks stinging her skin.

“Count, Daisy,” Eden barks out.

“One,” Daisy cries.

I can do this.

Closing my eyes, I hit her again, this time a little lighter than before. But her scream is louder. “Two!” she belts.

My skin is growing hot and my chest is starting to ache. I just want to swallow her up in my arms, tell her how much I love her, and take all her pain away.

Why can’t she need that? Why does she need this pain so badly?

“Three,” she says breathlessly, followed by a heady moan.

“Oh, Daisy, you’re so wet,” Eden mutters against her ear. “Can I make you come while Daddy makes you cry?”

Daisy moans loudly again. “Yes, Madame. Please, Madame.”

The fourth hit is hard, harder than I intended. Daisy’s body trembles, and she tries to fight her way out of the restraints, like she can run from the long-lasting sting of the leather strips of the flogger.

“You had everyone fooled, Daisy. You’re not a sweet and innocent little girl at all, are you?” Eden mutters, her fingers disappearing between Daisy’s trembling thighs.

My fist clenches again. She is my sweet girl. With every strike of this thing in my hand, it feels like I’m losing her. That beautiful angel I found only a few weeks ago.

I zone out through the fifth, six, and seventh hits. Daisy’s cries of pleasure mingle into one with her screams of agony, and when I notice that Eden is now on her knees, her face buried in the sweet, aching sex of my beautiful girl, I lose control again.

A man can only be tortured for so long before he snaps.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I crane her neck toward me, bringing her parched lips to mine. I dominate her mouth in a bruising kiss until she melts in my hands.

Then I pull my mouth away and mutter darkly, “Let me see you come, Daisy, because the minute she’s done with you, you’re mine. Understand? You can come for her, but you belong to me.”

She lets out a scream, her body contorting through her orgasm.

I don’t even wait until she’s caught her breath. In a rush, I’m reaching up to unfasten the binds around her hands. She falls like putty, so I quickly hoist her into my arms, her legs wrapped around me as I carry her to the large chair in the corner. Then I take her mouth again, relieved to feel her kissing me back with as much passion and need as I’m kissing her.

All we need is each other.

All I need is her.

She’s writhing against me, drenching my pants when I pull my mouth away, holding her face in my hands when I say in a rough command, “Unbutton my pants and take Daddy’s cock out, Daisy.”

With the nipple clamps still dangling from her chest, she reaches for me. Her fingers frantically fumble with the belt and zipper of my pants. My cock is leaking inside my boxer briefs, desperate to be touched by her. She’s humming with each breathless exhalation as she tries to hurry and free it.

The moment her soft hand slides along my stiff length, I shudder.

“That’s it, baby girl.”

She wraps her hand around me, softly stroking from base to the tip and staring down at my cock in her hand. My eyes close, letting her delicate touch tease me for only a moment longer.

Then, I pull her face closer and whisper against her mouth. “Daisy…”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replies obediently, and I know she does it because of how much I fucking love it when she calls me that.

“Ride my cock like a good little girl.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

Lifting her hips, she settles her wet pussy over the head of my dick and only winces a little at the size as she slowly lowers herself over me.

“Atta girl,” I say in a low, growling tone as I brush her sweat-soaked hair out of her face. “God, you feel so good. Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

I kiss her jaw, her cheeks, then her mouth as she latches her lips on mine, grinding her hips down on me as I lick my way into her mouth.

“Yes,” she cries out, her voice thick with lust. “So good.”

A part of me wishes I had more discipline. I could have taken my time with her before fucking her like this, but watching someone else lick between her legs was more than I could handle.

“You’re mine now, Daisy. Understand?”

She looks into my eyes as she grinds herself down on my cock. There’s more awe and adoration on her face than passion and need. This isn’t part of a scene or a joke to her. This is real. “Yes,” she whispers.

My cock is aching, and my balls draw up tight at that response. She’s mine. She’s really mine.

“I mean it, baby girl. Mine to take care of. Mine to keep. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.”

“Yes,” she cries out again, clearly feeling her own pleasure starting to build.

Without warning, I ease the clamps off of her nipples, and she lets out a husky yelp from the mix of pain and pleasure. The sensation has her picking up the speed of her hips.

“That’s it, Daisy. Come on Daddy’s cock. Then I’m going to take you home and make you come again and again and again. Because you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she cries out. Her hands latch around my neck as she holds me tight, grinding her clit against me. When I feel her body tremble, I lose it.

With a harsh grip of her hips, I drive my cock even farther inside her and come so hard, I lose the ability to breathe.

“Oh fuck, Daisy,” I groan, drawing out her name. She slumps against me as we come together, our hearts hammering in unison.

With her body in my hands, I softly stroke her hair as I wrap my other arm around her to hold her close.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, I hear Eden on the other side of the room. “Well, that was fucking beautiful.”

Daisy smiles, letting out a tired sounding laugh as she turns to face the woman reclining on the bed.

When I feel ready, I pull Daisy off my lap and carry her over to the bed, placing her next to Eden, who immediately starts petting Daisy’s hair out of her face.

“How are you feeling?” Eden asks her.

Daisy lets out a long exhale. “I feel…great.”

“Good,” Eden replies. While they talk on the bed about coming down and aftercare, I pull up my pants, stuffing my spent cock inside, then button them up before grabbing the water from the counter.

With each of us on either side of Daisy, we make her drink nearly half the pitcher, before turning her over and covering her back with a soothing balm to help with the soreness.

“This is his favorite part,” Eden says, and I know she’s teasing me.

But she’s right. Because every moment that I spend coddling and nurturing the girl I love, I’m thinking about how much I hated bringing her pain. Even if she loved it. Even if she came twice. Even if she needs it.

It pains me to think I can’t give my girl everything she needs.

After we feel Daisy has fully come down and recovered, we urge her to get out of bed and get dressed. She hugs Eden and says her goodbyes, before I tuck Daisy inside the car. Then, we’re finally alone.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her head on my shoulder.

“Yes, baby girl. I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“I’m better than okay.”

My mood is still tense as I stare out the window. Suddenly it’s her comforting me. She pulls my face toward her. “You think there’s something wrong with me, don’t you? For liking that so much.”

“No, baby. Of course, I don’t.” I take her fingers in my hands, kissing her knuckles with affection.

“Then, what’s wrong?”

“Daisy, I want to give you everything you need. I want to be the only thing you need.”

“But you don’t think you can do this?”

“I’ll get there,” I reply.

“If you don’t like it then I don’t want you to do it.”

“So, what? You’ll go to Eden whenever you need…that? Do you have any idea how that makes me feel, Daisy? I’ll do it.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, tucking her body closer to mine. “I didn’t mean to imply that.”

Petting her head as she rests against my chest, I try to shove all of my worries away. “It’s okay, baby girl.” Then I lift her chin, so she’s gazing up at me as I whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she replies.

And I believe her. She does love me as much as I love her. I just hope it’s enough. It has to be.

Because I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s not.