Chapter 12
TWELVE
Sebastian
It’s so late, I’m not sure King will answer, but I dial him up anyway. Lucky for me and Ella, he answers on the first ring.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“You’re on a call with me and Ella,” I tell him.
“Oh, hey, little girl,” he says, his voice warm.
Meekly, she says, “Hi, Daddy.”
“We’re going to show Ella that we can punish her long-distance,” I say, walking to the bedroom and pushing back the comforter on the bed. “She was getting a little mouthy with me. I thought if you were awake, King, you might enjoy being in on it.”
“Excellent,” he says. “Ella, you didn’t seriously think that distance means you can be a brat, did you?”
“Maybe we could just have a nice conversation,” Ella says, sounding a little panicky. “Something calm and proper.”
“Pinch your nipples for me, sweetheart,” I say, unfastening my jeans and easing out my cock, which is already heavy with lust. “Is that proper enough for you?”
“That’s not proper at all,” she says.
“Do it,” Kingston says, his voice sounding much darker than it was a minute ago. “Make sure there are no blankets on you. Imagine we’re standing over you, watching.”
“I’m embarrassed,” she says.
“Fuck,” he says. “You’re not sure about being watched, huh?”
Her voice sounds breathy and innocent as she says, “No, it just feels wrong.”
Yeah, I definitely made the right decision by bringing Kingston into this. What a good girl we have—she’s pushing all of his buttons.
“Are you pinching your nipples?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she gasps.
“Pinch them harder,” I say. “Put down the phone, put it on speaker so you can use both hands.”
“Okay, ow, owie, I’m doing it.”
The thought of her punishment, even if it’s self-administered, turns me on. “Does it feel good, too?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says.
Grabbing my cock, I say, “I’m jerking off, princess. You’re so perfect, you’re making your daddy lose control.”
“Daddies,” Kingston corrects. “I’m jacking myself, too. Our perfect little girl is being dirty and turning me on.”
“You two are touching yourselves, too?” she asks, sounding unsure.
“Yeah,” I say. “Put your hand in your panties, touch yourself.”
“Down there ?” She sounds scandalized.
“Yes, down there,” Kingston says.
Her soft whimper gets me so fucking hard.
“Use your other hand, keep pinching your nipples,” I say. “I want it hard. I want to hear you cry out in pain and pleasure. I want to hear it all.”
As I continue to jerk off, wishing it was Ella’s mouth or cunt on my cock instead of my hand, I say, “Are you going to come for us, princess? Are you nice and wet?”
“So wet,” she moans. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“But you can’t stop, can you?” Kingston asks.
“My nipples hurt, can I stop?” she asks.
“Fuck, no,” I say. “You were a bad girl. Now you’re paying the price.”
“Owwww,” she says, but there’s lust in her voice, mixed with the pain.
My cock is heavy with need. “Keep going, little girl. This will teach you to listen to your daddies.”
“I’m embarrassed, we shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing on the phone…”
Kingston says, “Fuck. I’m going to come.”
Ella wails, a purely orgasmic sound that I want to record and listen to on a loop. My orgasm follows, as thick spurts jet from my cock over the sheets. I slump back against the pillows, spent.
“Are you satisfied, princess?” I ask.
“Yes, Daddy.” She sighs. “You two make me so happy.”
“I’d say we need to set you up with a laptop next time so we can watch,” Kingston says, “but I don’t plan on ever going out of town again. Not without you, Ella.”
“Mmm, okay,” she says, sounding sleepy.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” King says. “I love you, baby girl.”
“Love you too, Daddy Kingston. And you too, Daddy Sebastian.”
“I love you, princess. Get some rest now. I’ll see you Saturday.”
I hang up and look down at my sheets where I shot my load. I wipe it up with some tissue. Good thing the bed is big and I won’t have to sleep in the wet spot.
Soon, I’ll be back with Ella, holding her in my arms, and coming inside of her instead of on hotel sheets. The thought has my dick twitching with renewed interest.
And Landen thinks I’m an old man. I’d like to see a young punk like him even get close to doing the things with Ella that King and I do.
* * *
Kingston
Instead of having my driver take me home from the airport, I go to Bash’s place. He, Ella, and I are going to have to talk about condensing down into one place instead of two. I don’t care where it is, I just want a home for the three of us. And the cat, of course.
“Ella, it’s me,” I call, stepping into the apartment. “Are you home?”
“Yeah, I’m in the kitchen!”
I was hoping for one of those running leaps of a hug she does sometimes, but maybe she’s in the middle of cooking something.
Dropping my bags by the door, I go into the kitchen, where I find her sitting at the table, surrounded by stacks of pastel paper, glue, scissors, and some printed sheets with words and graphics on them.
A plastic bag full of more items sits in the chair nearest her.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi, hang on…”
I watch as she carefully finishes gluing one of the printed papers to some pastel cardstock.
“There,” she says, standing up. Two steps, and she’s right in front of me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I hug her back. Her sweet, fruity scent fills my nose and I sigh in contentment. Finally, I’m back with my girl.
After a long moment of simply holding her, I survey the table again. “So, what’s all this?”
“Oh…baby shower stuff. I’m putting together a word scramble game. Look, how cute this is—this kit came with stamps with little storks, and these ribbons that I’ll glue to the top.”
“Wait. Baby…shower…?”
“For Gianna?”
“Ah,” I say.
“Don’t start with me, King,” she says.
“I’m not starting anything, I’m just happy to be home with you again.”
She frowns at me. “I hear it in your voice.”
This is maddening. “Hear what?”
“Your…disapproval. Skepticism. I’m telling you, Gianna is legit. She’s the mother of my niece or nephew, and she needs my support right now.”
“Okay, really,” I say. “I am all for that. I just worry, that’s all, and can you really blame me for that?”
Pursing her lips together, she shakes her head. “I can’t blame you, no. But I need you to trust that I’m not an idiot.”
“That is the last thing I would ever think about you. It concerns me that she’s befriending you while Tommy has been asking you for money.”
“No, I found her ,” Ella says. “I approached her. She’s just as worried about Tommy as I am.”
“Have you heard anything else from him?” I ask gently, tugging her back into my arms. Over the past couple of days, she has given Sebastian and me a little more info about what she’s been dealing with, and I’m worried about her stress levels.
She softens against me. “No. Nothing from him, nothing from the number that sent the threat.”
“If there really is a ransom,” I say, “you know I’d pay it, right?”
“What?” She frowns, looking at me like I’m insane.
“If you just wanted it to stop, and not worry about the police. We could have Ironwood handle it—the arrangements, the drop-off, everything.”
“Just…throw money at the problem?” she says.
Something about the way she says it makes me cautious. “I’d say it’s more like using readily available resources to resolve a sensitive issue.”
She shakes her head. “We come from completely different worlds.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing. It’s fine. I haven’t heard from the mystery number, so it was probably just Tommy, trying to get money out of me. Well, out of you.” She buries her face against my chest. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” I cradle her head, holding her close. “I know you’re not him, and I think he might have an illness. An addiction.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“And that’s why I don’t trust this woman claiming to be his girlfriend.”
Ella pulls away. “Not this again. Seriously. I spoke with her, and I trust her. I’m not inviting her to move in. I’m not giving her money. I’m throwing her a baby shower, that’s it. Okay?”
“Okay. I’m sorry. I just got home, I don’t want to fight.”
“Good,” she says, taking her seat again, “then you can help me glue the ribbons onto the word scramble game.”
Sitting down at the table across from her, I reach for the first game card and the glue. “Pass me the ribbon.”
Ella’s right. She’s spoken with Gianna and she has good instincts. I need to back off and let her do her thing.
* * *
Sebastian
When I get home on Saturday, Ella and King are sitting in the living room. The TV is on, but Ella isn’t watching it. She’s surrounded by cardboard and…diapers?
“Hey, princess,” I say.
“Hey!” She comes over and gives me a hug and a kiss.
“What is this?”
“You don’t want to know,” Kingston says, hiding a smile.
Ella laughs. “It’s a diaper cake. I’m throwing Gianna a baby shower.”
King told me about Gianna, and Ella has, too. I can tell they don’t see eye to eye on Ella befriending Gianna so quickly, but I’m staying out of it until I actually meet Gianna.
“Yum, I love diaper cake,” I say. “I hope I’m invited.”
“Um…” Ella’s shoulders fall. “I told Gianna it would be just a few women. Do you mind sitting out this party?”
“Not at all,” I say, exchanging a look with Kingston.
He just shrugs.
“Okay, what was that?” Ella asks.
“Hmm?” I say. Shit. She looks suspicious.
“What was that look for?” Spinning around, she points a finger at Kingston. “You guys both think Gianna is a…scammer or something?”
“No, neither of us does,” I say.
“Well, you’re exchanging meaningful looks over my head, like I’m some willful, disobedient kid. Possibly a stupid one, if you think I won’t notice.”
“Hey,” I say, my voice sharper than normal.
“Let’s calm down. I only looked at King to see what his reaction would be, because he previously mentioned some reservations.
We’re not telling secrets about you or trying to make you feel stupid.
I do want to meet Gianna sometime, and not because I believe she’s a scammer.
It’s because I believe she might become important to you, because if she’s carrying Tommy’s baby, that’s your niece or nephew, and you’re going to want to be involved.
But I don’t have to meet her at her baby shower.
I’m not upset about that, and neither is King. Right, King?”
“Right,” he says. “Ella, we talked last night. I’m okay with this. You don’t have to keep defending her or your intentions to help her out.”
Ella deflates slightly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” King and I say at the same time.
“Okay. Then no more talk about if she’s carrying Tommy’s baby. She says she is, so she is. That’s my niece or nephew, I just know it. And I’m sorry for getting so defensive.”
“You don’t have to apologize, princess,” I say. “Although I am of a mind to punish you.”
“Oh, really?” She folds her arms across her chest and gives me a challenging smile.
“Such a brat,” I say with a laugh. Striding forward, I take her ponytail in my hand and pull her head back so I can kiss her mouth. Everything I have, everything I am, goes into this kiss. I love this girl so much. And tonight, King and I are going to show her just how much we can love—and punish.
* * *
Sebastian
When Ella’s asleep, I look over at Kingston. He nods, and we climb out of bed and pull on our pants, careful to not disturb Ella.
We go to the kitchen, where I pour King a couple fingers of whiskey and get a glass of water for myself.
“Do you need to say anything else about this Gianna person?” I ask him.
“No. I meant it—I’m going to trust Ella’s instincts on this. We don’t need to coddle her, and she has her bodyguards with her all the time. I think I’m being overprotective.”
“All right, then,” I say. “Good. Because I really wanted to see the necklace in person. Is it easy to get?”
“Yeah, it’s in my luggage.” He disappears to the other room for a minute, then comes back with a dark gray jewelry box. A black bow sits on the lid.
He eases the box open, revealing a necklace that looks even prettier in person than it did in the photo he sent me.
“She’s going to fucking love it,” I say.
“I think so, too. I want to plan something nice for giving it to her,” King says. “Any ideas?”
“Not immediately,” I say. “It should be something meaningful for all three of us.”
“Yeah, I agree. A grand gesture.” He takes a sip of whiskey and leans back against the counter. “I’m giving Kristin more responsibility at the office. She’s more than capable. It’ll free up some time for me. I’m jealous that you and Ella get so much time together.”
“Lately, that hasn’t been the case, though,” I say. “All those hours practicing, and then meeting up with Church of Fortune in Vegas….”
“But generally, you two are together more. I don’t want to intrude on music time, but I want to be here before seven or eight p.m., you know?”
“I know. And I think she’d like that.”
“I physically ached, being away from her,” he says, rubbing his chest. “People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it just made mine fucking hurt.”
“Agreed,” I say. “I’ll think on how we should give her the necklace, you do the same.”
“Yeah.”
We finish our drinks and return to the bedroom, where King tucks the necklace back into his suitcase. I ease into bed on one side of Ella, King on the other. She’s on her side, facing me, and I use a fingertip to trace the lines of her brows.
This is the most precious person in the world to me. I want her to know it.