Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
Ella
We came to the beach house for Memorial Day weekend, and tonight, Monday night, is our last one here. I stare out at the dark ocean, thinking about the secrets it holds. Shivers erupt over my arms at the thought of everything I don’t know.
Ironwood has taken over all matters related to Tommy.
They have my old phone to monitor it for messages, and King and Bash gave me a new phone with a new number and everything.
It’s been a pain in the ass in some respects, getting in touch with everyone I trust to give them my new number, but otherwise it’s good.
The guys weren’t sure I should give my new number to Gianna, but I argued for it in the end.
The flashbang going off right after her baby shower didn’t inspire a lot of confidence in them for her trustworthiness.
But I still trust her.
Sebastian comes out of the house to stand with me on the deck. “It’s beautiful out here,” he says.
“Yeah, it is. The stars on the ocean…so pretty.” I sigh and lean against him.
“I have a question for you,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Does it ever bother you that King and I are so much older than you are?”
“Bother me?” I scrunch my nose. “Nope. Does it bother you?”
He shakes his head, but there’s sorrow in his eyes. “Not in the slightest. I know I shouldn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks, but public opinion can be strong sometimes.”
“I’m not worried,” I say, kissing his soft, bearded cheek.
“Okay.” He smiles.
I’m not sure that the smile reaches his eyes; it’s hard to tell in the faint light.
We’re quiet a moment longer. I break the silence. “Hey, is there any word from Ironwood?”
“Still nothing.” He wraps an arm around my waist. “Do you think you could come inside? There’s a song I want your opinion on.”
“Oh, sure.” I stand on my tiptoes so I can kiss his cheek. “You know I’m a big Bastian Crown fan.”
“Well, now you are,” he says with a grumble. “When we first got together, you didn’t know my music at all.”
I grimace. “Well, I mean, I’d heard it before.”
He chuckles and opens the slider so I can step inside. “After you, dear princess.”
The lights in the living room are off—the space is lit only with a few candles. Sebastian’s guitar rests off to the side, and Kingston stands in the middle of the room where the coffee table usually sits. Now, the coffee table is pushed next to the television against the wall.
“What’s all this?” I ask, as Sebastian leads me over to Kingston. He lets me go and picks up his guitar.
“Will you dance with me, little girl?” Kingston asks. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt—I see him in casual clothes all the time, but the way he’s talking to me right now reminds me of when he’d been in a tux at the Tyler Gala.
“Sure,” I say, holding back a nervous giggle. “This is so romantic. How are we supposed to leave this place when it’s so perfect?”
“Perfect is wherever you are,” Kingston says, kissing my nose.
Sebastian strums a few chords, makes a couple of adjustment to the pegs to tune the guitar, and then begins to play.
The music is soft like the candlelight, romantic like the quiet ocean.
Kingston sways with me, his arms solid around me, his spicy, manly scent filling my nose.
It’s incredible how safe and loved I feel with these two men.
Then Sebastian begins to sing.
I don’t know who
I was before I met you
I don’t know what
I’d do if you weren’t by my side
I don’t know how
To navigate my days without you
I don’t know why
You agreed to be mine
I don’t know when
I fell in love with you
But I’d do it all over again
And again
I’d do it all over again.
Tears spring to my eyes, as I look into Kingston’s face, and then over at Sebastian as he plays the final chords. His gaze is on me, not on his guitar.
“It’s a beautiful song,” I say. “What are you calling it?”
“Ella’s Lullaby.”
Happy chills spread over my arms. “You wrote that song…for me?”
“Yes, princess. Kingston helped, too.”
“Well, I didn’t do much,” Kingston says, leading me to where Sebastian is sitting. “I was more of a sounding board.”
“Is that what you two were doing while I was looking for shells this morning?”
“And yesterday morning, too,” Bash says.
They planned this, and it makes it even more meaningful. “I adore the song. The lyrics, the music, the dancing—it’s all perfect. Can I hear it again?”
“Sure, sweetheart.”
Kingston pulls me into his arms again and we sway while Bash sings. I never want this moment to end. The waves are crashing outside, the stars are twinkling, and my two men are here with me, loving me.
When Sebastian finishes singing, Kingston walks me to the sofa. He sits down and pats his lap, so I curl up and let him hold me. Sebastian comes over and sits next to me, pulling my feet and legs into his lap.
“We have something for you,” Kingston tells me, reaching behind the cushion next to him.
I gasp at the sight of a small black box. It’s too big to be a ring—this isn’t a marriage proposal. I’m not disappointed, though, because I have everything I want, and more. Kingston hands me the box and I weigh it in my hands, looking from one man to the other.
“It might not seem like a huge deal,” Sebastian says, “but there’s a lot of meaning behind it.”
Carefully, I ease off the top of the box. Nestled against velvet is a gorgeous necklace. A circular pendant glints up at me. It’s affixed to the chain with two charms—infinity symbols.
“It’s a beautiful necklace,” I breathe, afraid to touch it.
“This is a necklace, but it’s also considered a collar,” Kingston explains. “A daytime collar. Submissives wear them out and about, and no one’s the wiser about the meaning, unless they’re into the scene. It shows that you belong to us, that you’re treasured and protected.”
Sebastian holds out his hands for the box. “May I?”
“Of course,” I say, passing it to him.
He pulls the necklace from the box and shows me the clasp. “This is a locking clasp. Kingston and I, your daddies, will hold the keys. Ella, our hope is that when we put this necklace on you, you’ll never want to take it off.”
“I won’t.” My throat is full of emotion, making it hard to speak, but I continue. “I don’t ever want to remove it, not in a thousand years.”
“So we can put the necklace on you?” Kingston asks. “The collar?”
“Yes, Daddies,” I whisper.
They each take a side of the chain and bring it around to the back of my neck. A soft click is all I hear as the clasp locks into place.
“There,” Kingston says in satisfaction.
Sebastian gives it an experimental tug, and the clasp holds. “Locked.”
I’m theirs. They’ve really meant it all along, but now I feel it. Now I see it. I’ll always carry this reminder with me. The chain isn’t very long, with the pendant resting just beneath the spot where my collarbones almost meet.
There are two keys inside the box. Sebastian takes one, and Kingston takes the other.
I touch the circular pendant and feel something on the back side. The chain is just long enough for me to pull it up to take a look.
Ella Kingston Sebastian . And when I twist the circle, the names go with it.
“All three of us, together,” I say.
“Locked that way,” Sebastian says.
“I love it,” I whisper.
“Now,” Kingston says, “take everything off. Leave the necklace, though.”
* * *
Kingston
Ella’s reaction to the necklace is absolutely everything I desired. She really seems to love it, and the meaning behind it, well…she seems to get it. I hope she does. Fuck, she’s the most important person in my life, and I want, no, I need her to know it.
She’s staring at me now, stunned. “Take everything off?”
“Everything except the necklace, like I said.”
“But, Daddy…”
“There are no excuses or arguments,” Sebastian says. “You’re going to do what we tell you.”
“Yeah.” I shrug out of my t-shirt so I’m standing only in jeans and bare feet. “Bash said something about wanting to see your chest and this necklace covered in his come. So I’d like to turn that vision into a reality.”
“I don’t know…” She trails off.
“What don’t you know?” I ask.
In a small voice, she says, “Should we be doing this, out here in the living room like this? Aren’t the windows open? What if someone can see in from the beach?”
I fold my arms across my chest. I think this little vixen is hoping to push my kink buttons.
“Then they’re going to get a good fucking show,” Sebastian says. “They’ll see our dirty little girl getting fucked by her daddies.”
“You guys,” she gasps. “That’s so naughty. I don’t think I like it.”
Yep, she’s definitely trying to push my buttons. She’s succeeding.
Bash laughs. “We’ll make you like it, little brat.”
Between my corruption kink and Bash’s desire to dole out punishments, I think this night is heading in a beautiful direction.
“Clothes off,” I say. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
She takes off her long-sleeved tee, and then her jeans. Now she stands in the sexiest little scraps of lace for panties and a bra.
“Did these come from Angeli’s?” I ask, running a finger along her bra strap.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That was money well-spent,” I say.
“I second that,” Bash says, running a finger along the other strap.
At the same time, we pull down the shoulder straps. I unsnap the clasp at the back, and the bra falls to the floor.
I kiss her neck, right over the platinum necklace chain. Nuzzling, kissing, licking, breathing in her scent and taste. She smells so sweet. I fondle one of her breasts, teasing the nipple to a hard point.
“Sebastian, Kingston,” she breathes.
“Yes, baby girl?” I say.
“I love you.”
Sebastian kisses her soft lips before pulling back to look in her eyes. “We love you, too.”
While I continue paying attention to her neck and nipple, he slides a hand down the front of her panties.
“Sebastian,” she moans. “Stop, someone will see.”
“You can call me Daddy ,” he says.
“Daddy, then. I feel so exposed,” she says, trying to push his hand away. “Someone’s going to look in the windows.”
“No one’s going to look unless they’re perverted like us,” Bash says. “Stop fighting me, princess.”
Our nearest neighbors are over two miles away on each side. We haven’t seen anyone since we got here. Ella’s pretending, and I trust she’ll use her safe word if she needs it.
She keeps tugging Bash’s hand away, and finally he closes his lips over her nipple.
“Ouch!” she yelps. “You bit me.”
“You’re being naughty,” he says. “Let me finger you and make sure you’re nice and wet. I think you’re going to take Kingston’s cock and you know how big he is.”
Her decadent moans and the thought of burying myself in her sweet cunt makes me harder than ever. I unfasten my pants to give my cock a little more room.
“Is she nice and wet?” I ask Bash.
“See for yourself,” he says, pulling his hand from her underwear.
Her pussy is slippery with arousal. I slide my fingers around, moving against her clit, then pushing a finger knuckle-deep before retreating again.
“Daddy,” she moans. “Please.”
Sebastian’s licking and sucking on her nipples, and combined with my fingers in her cunt, it’s driving her wild.
“Please, what?” I ask.
“Please give me your…you know,” she says.
“Our what?” I ask, delighted that she’s pretending to be shy.
Her voice raises in pitch. “I need…I need you.”
“You’re not being specific enough, little girl.”
“I need your…” She purses her lips, clenches her thighs together to trap my hand against her mound. “Please, I need your cocks. Please, I need you.”
“Tsk, tsk, such foul language from such an angelic mouth,” I say, but I take off my jeans and lie down on the floor.
Ella watches me, her eyes wide. Pure need is written on her face while Bash continues his attention on her breasts.
“Come and sit on my cock, baby girl. Face me. I want to watch your tits bounce while we fuck.”
“If I said all those dirty words, you would spank me,” she says.
I shrug and stroke a hand up and down my dick, watching her greedy eyes monitor the movement.
“Well?” Bash says, giving her a little spank. “Let’s take these panties off so you can give your daddy what he requires and what you crave so badly.”
He peels her panties off and she kneels on the floor next to me, swings a leg over. Then she’s sinking onto my thick length. Fucking heaven, this girl. Tight and hot, fitting over me perfectly.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” Bash says, then traces her neck. “I’m going to choke you a little because it turns me on and I think you’ll like it. And then I’m going to come right here, all over your pretty little collar. Understand?”
Her eyelids are fluttering closed because I’m working inside of her, thrusting up in minute movements.
Bash grabs her ponytail and forces her to look at him. “Ella, princess. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, opening her eyes. “Come all over me. I’ll suck you off first.”
“Good girl,” he says, shoving down his jeans and standing with his cock next to her lips.
She takes him in as far as she can, her brown eyes trusting as she looks up at his face. That expression—trust, arousal, love. It’s everything.
I watch as he chokes her, an extra set of eyes to make sure she’s safe, but Bash knows what he’s doing. Ella can still breathe. And fuck, the way her pussy squeezes me while she rocks up and down is incredible. She’s fucking loving this, and so are we.
Bash and I tell her how good she is, how she makes us feel, how pretty she looks in her new necklace. Bash starts fucking her mouth harder. He’s on the edge, and so am I.
Reaching down, I thumb Ella’s clit while she rocks back and forth.
Her protracted cry of joy is muffled over Bash’s cock.
I feel her orgasm in the tightening of her muscles—her legs, her cunt.
The rippling motion sets me over the edge, too.
Bash pulls his dick from her mouth and spurts come over her chest, hitting the necklace, just like he wanted to do.
My orgasm continues as I empty into her, gripping her hips to hold her tightly against me.
I want her here with us always, our little treasure, our sweet girl.
I can’t imagine a more perfect night.