Chapter 8
EIGHT
Kingston
“You remember your safe word, baby girl?” I ask.
“Yes, Daddy,” Ella says.
“What do you think,” Bash muses. “Should we cuff her wrists to the bar? Or to the bedposts?”
“Bedposts,” I say. “I want to see her spread out like an angel.”
Bash takes one of the cuffs from me, and I take the other. Ella’s hand trembles slightly as I take it in mine and fasten the cuff to her wrist.
“Are you doing okay?” I ask her.
Her brown eyes are wide and trusting. “Yes, Daddy. A little nervous.”
“You know we’ll take care of you, right? You’re going to love this, but if you don’t, we’ll stop. You just say the word.”
“Okay,” she says, nodding.
With her wrists cuffed and fastened to the corners of the bed, and her legs spread with the bar below, she’s completely at our mercy. I take a long moment appreciating how beautiful she looks stretched out like this, her body ripe for our attentions. Her breasts lift and fall with her breathing.
“I’ll be right back, princess,” Bash says, leaving the room.
While he’s gone, I lean forward and wrap my lips around one of Ella’s nipples. She gasps and the chains at her ankle cuffs clank as she tries to move her legs.
I don’t touch her anywhere else, just on the one nipple. I lick, suck, and scrape my teeth against the hard point.
“Daddy, Daddy,” Ella says, arching her back.
I grin and carefully bite.
Ella’s gasp is loud in my ears.
Peeling off my shirt, I kneel on the bed next to her. “You’re so beautiful,” I say. “Such a pretty girl, I can’t believe you’d let the two of us punish you and fuck you.”
“I wish you’d do a little more fucking,” she says, groaning and straining at the restraints.
“All in good time, little girl.”
Sebastian returns with a bowl of ice cubes.
When Ella catches a glimpse of what’s in the bowl, she shakes her head. “No, no, no, no…”
“That doesn’t sound like red to me,” Bash says, raising his eyebrows.
Ella shoots him a look of pure ire. “You’re a very mean daddy.”
“We both are.” I smile and help myself to one of his ice cubes.
Sebastian takes another one. We trace circles over Ella’s body, not focusing on anywhere especially sensitive. I start at one of her ankles and work my way up her leg. Goosebumps rise along her skin. Bash runs his ice cube over her stomach, between her breasts, over her throat.
She shivers and writhes, her movements restricted by the spreader and the restraints on her wrists.
Slowly, I travel my ice cube up her leg. Past her knee, along the outside of her thigh, and then over the sensitive skin where her leg meets her hip…toward her pussy.
At the same time, Bash is moving his ice cube down her neck and over her breast. Not to her nipple, yet, but circling.
“Please, please, please,” Ella whispers.
Grinning at her, I say, “If you insist,” and run the ice cube over her clit.
She moans and tries to get away. I plunge a finger inside of her, using the heel of my hand to press the ice against her clit while I pump into her wetness.
At the same time, Bash has his cube on her nipple, holding it there despite her limited movements so she can’t escape it.
He meets my gaze and takes his ice away, then lowers his lips to her nipple.
I do the same with her clit—taking away the ice, replacing it with my hot tongue.
Ella makes a grateful sound of relief as I lick at her cold, but now warming, pussy.
She strains against the spreader, and I know if her legs were free, she’d be wrapping them around my head right now.
My cock aches, pressing hard against the zipper of my pants.
I reach down and squeeze, offering myself some relief and knowing that all in good time, I’ll be plundering Ella’s body for even more pleasure.
Her breathing speeds up and gets louder as Bash and I lick and suck her. I add two fingers to her pussy while I lick her clit, and feel her walls clench desperately against them. Just as she begins to buck her hips, I pull away from her pussy and Bash pulls away from her tits.
“I was nearly there,” she wails.
“You were naughty, though,” Bash says, an evil curve to his mouth. “This is your punishment, remember?”
“I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t remember what I did, but I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again. Please let me come.”
“You argued about going to bed,” I remind her.
“And you gave us attitude about getting undressed,” Sebastian adds. “You said no .”
“I’m allowed to say no,” she says with a pout.
Bash grins. “And we’re allowed to punish you when you’re a brat. Another round, King?”
“With pleasure.”
We switch, though, so I take her tits and he goes after her pussy. We grab fresh ice cubes to start. I put mine in my mouth and use it to press the ice against Ella’s nipples, switching from one to the other, pinching whichever one I’m not currently accosting with the ice.
It doesn’t take long to bring her to the edge again. This time when we pull away, Ella screams in anger. “No! Come back right now, you big bullies!”
“Was that going to be a good orgasm?” Bash asks. His voice is full of concern, but the glint in his eyes is wicked.
Ella squeezes her eyes shut. “No, it was just going to be okay. I’m getting tired now. A little bored.”
“Bored?” I say. “Tired? We’ll leave you alone to rest, then.”
“Better keep her spread, though, so she isn’t tempted to move around too much,” Bash adds.
We’d never do that for very long—it could hurt her to be cuffed to the bed, and holding that spread-legged position for too long might not be good for her, either. But the threat already has her mouth pinching in consternation.
Bash and I get off the bed and move toward the door like we have no cares in the world.
“Wait,” Ella says from behind us.
We turn around. Her brown eyes are wide, desperate. Her cheeks are flushed. Her chest is heaving, and her gorgeous pussy, still on display, is wet and waiting for us.
“Please, Daddies,” she says. “I’m sorry I was a brat. Don’t you think you’ve punished me enough? I promise to be good.”
“Mmm, maybe a few more punishments,” I say. “I want to make sure you really remember this lesson.”
“I will,” she wails.
“We know,” Bash says in a dark voice.
I get some rope from the trunk and set it on the bed next to Ella’s legs. A pair of heavy scissors come out of the trunk next.
“What are those for?” Ella asks. “That’s a red, right there. Whatever those scissors are supposed to do?—”
“They’re in case something goes wrong and I need to cut the rope,” I assure her. “They will never be used on your body, baby girl.”
“Oh. Okay, then.”
We unhook her wrists from the posts at the head of the bed. Bash helps me lift the spreader up and tie it to the hook in the ceiling. Now Ella’s legs are spread and lifted high, with her ass at the edge of the bed.
I find a new plug, still in the packaging, in the bottom of the trunk.
The base of it looks like one of those candy conversation hearts from Valentine’s Day, and the letters spell out NAUGHTY GIRL.
Yeah, that’s on brand for tonight. I toss it to Bash to unwrap and wash while I make sure the rope and bindings are all safe for Ella.
He brings it back and starts to hand it to me.
“Would you like the honor?” I ask.
He grins. “Would I ever. Where’s the lube?”
I already got it out and point to it. Ella moans as he starts pushing the slippery plug into her ass.
“This plug says you’re a naughty girl,” he says as he slides it home. “Do you feel that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, panting.
“Fuck, you look so goddamn gorgeous, I can’t fucking wait anymore,” Bash says, yanking off his shirt and pulling his cock from his pants. He thrusts into her pussy without any warning, but she’s wet already and the only resistance probably comes from the thickness of the plug.
Because we haven’t clipped her wrist cuffs back to the bed, her arms are free. I grip her hands and bring them to the mattress over her head, grinning down at her when she tries to pull away.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” I say.
Her brown eyes are wide as she nods. Gone is the sassy brat, and now we have a good little girl on her hands. She wants her orgasms.
Bash strokes in and out of her. I love watching, seeing their bodies meet. He has to lean back slightly so he doesn’t knock his head on the spreader bar, but we have her legs folded back enough, it isn’t too much of a danger.
“So perfect,” he says, his voice low. “So fucking perfect, princess. You’re ours, you hear me?”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m yours,” she says.
He reaches between them, rubs her clit. Ella comes almost immediately, her arms straining against mine. Bash comes soon after, his body going rigid before he pulls away from her.
“Your turn,” he says, nodding at me.
“Hold her arms for me,” I say, shoving down my pants. “Are you sore, baby girl? Tired?”
“No, Daddy, I want you,” she says.
She’s especially wet now, with her and Bash’s fluids mixed together.
I slide in with ease, feel the rigid plug inside her.
Long, slow strokes. She just came with Bash.
I want to get her worked up again, pull another orgasm from her.
It’s the last night for all three of us to play together before our trips—I want to make it memorable.
Pulling out all the way, I make eye contact with her.
“I want to spank you, sweetheart. Not because you’ve been naughty, but just for fun. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, Daddy. You can spank me anytime.”
“How about any where ?”
Rolling her lips between her teeth, she looks unsure. “Like, where?”
“Your thighs. Your ass. Your sweet little cunt.”
She looks unsure, but turned on at the same time.
“How about I try it, and you remember your safe word,” I say.
As soon as she nods, I bring my hand back and give her a spank to her upper thigh, right where her leg lifts off the bed. She jerks in place, but after a few more spanks to the same spot on this leg and the other, I can tell she’s relaxing into it.
Bash leans down and kisses her while I spank, their mouths locked. He keeps her hands up and trails kisses down her neck, to her chest, where he kisses and sucks on her nipples.
My next spank lands right on her pussy. She shouts in surprise, but the shout trails off to a moan, especially when I do it again.
I spank her several more times, watching her pussy and thighs turning a beautiful shade of pink with the impact. “You’re so sexy,” I whisper, rubbing her new marks.
She moans and writhes.
“I’m going to fuck your tight little cunt,” I say, “and you’re going to tell me when you’re coming, because as soon as you do, I’m going to finish in your ass. Understand?”
Stretched in front of me, with Sebastian still toying with her nipples, Ella looks so beautiful, frantic with abandonment. “Yes, Daddy, I understand.”
I push my cock into her again. So wet. Slippery. Tight. Fuck. I can feel myself straining to keep control of myself and not just let loose with abandon. Her pussy ripples over my length, tempting me to release.
“Don’t forget to tell me when you’re coming,” I remind her.
She can only nod.
She better come soon, because I’m going to lose control soon and I want to give her one more orgasm before I do. I fuck her harder and run my fingertips over her clit in the little circles I know she likes. Her hips move, the spreader bar swings.
“Daddy, I’m coming!” she yells.
As soon as her body goes rigid with her orgasm, I pull out and add some lube to my cock so it’s extra slippery.
I ease the plug from her ass and replace it with my cock.
Fuck, so hot and tight. Ella moans, her muscles still clenching rhythmically from her orgasm, and it only takes me a few strokes before I’m emptying into her. Bliss. Love. Ella.
Bash lets go of her arms, kisses her, and goes to the bathroom, where I can hear the faucet starting, and the sound of water filling the tub.
I pull out of Ella, then unclip her ankles from the cuffs, holding them over my shoulders before slowly easing her down.
“Are you okay, baby?” I ask.
“I’m better than okay,” she whispers. Her face is soft with contentment.
“A quick bath, and then bedtime, little girl,” I say.
“Okay.”
“I love you, Ella.”
“I love you too, Kingston.”
* * *
Ella
Monday dawns. I’m alone in Bash’s bed. Well, not entirely alone. A large black cat is purring at my feet.
Bash has checked in several times each day since he left on Friday. The shows in Vegas are going great. We’ve been doing video calls after each one, though, and I can tell he’s beat. I wish I could be there with him, just to cuddle him to sleep.
King left last night. I rode with him to the airport, practically glued to his side in the back seat because I knew I would be touch-starved with both of them gone.
How did I spend all that time without them, before we met? I’d gotten by with the shitty sex Joel and I had. Now I’m spoiled. Nothing else will satisfy me.
They’ll only be gone a few days. Kingston will come home on Friday night, and Sebastian will be home on Saturday morning. And what a reunion it will be.
Rolling onto my back, I move a hand down to my panties, touching myself over the fabric. I can imagine the guys, one on either side of me, teasing me, trying to get me riled up.
My phone buzzes with a text. Feeling guilty for touching even though the guys said nothing about whether or not I could get myself off, I roll over and grab it.
The text isn’t from one of them, though—it’s from an unknown number.
$75k. Is your brother worth that to you?
Angrily, I close the text app. That asshole. He’s doing it again! Does he think I’ll fall for it?
“Fucker,” I mutter.
Opening the app once more, I text back, Not this time, asshole. Leave me alone .
Then I block the number.
I’m fuming. I go straight from the text app to my brother’s name on my contacts list. And for the first time in my life, after countless ups and downs and furious arguments followed by kindness and understanding and forgiveness…I do the unthinkable.
I block my brother.