Chapter 25
Sebastian
Ella moans when my palm makes contact with her ass cheek. I adore spanking this girl—she’s so responsive. I get her ass nice and red, one spank after another.
“Daddy, please, I’ll be good,” she wails.
“Take your punishment like a good girl,” I say, spanking her again.
She goes quiet, just moaning occasionally. Her pretty pink cunt is nice and wet by the time I’m done. I grip her ass in my hands, squeezing.
“Do you think you can behave now, princess?” I ask. “Did my message sink in?”
“I feel it…everywhere,” she whimpers.
“Feels good, or bad?” I ask.
“So good, Daddy. I’ll behave…I’ll listen.”
Reaching between her legs, I thrust two fingers into her pussy. So tight, so wet. Fuck. I can’t wait to pound away, satisfy us both with my cock. I move my fingers in and out of her, and she moans sweetly. Getting to my knees behind her, I replace my fingers with my tongue and lick.
“You taste amazing,” I tell her. “Do you like this?”
Ella squirms and moans some more. “Yes, yes please,” she says. “Please, I’ll be so good. I’m so good for you, Daddies.”
With a low laugh, Kingston unfastens his jeans and pulls out his cock, then moves to the side of the piano bench.
“You’re talking quite a bit, sweetheart,” he says. “Why don’t I give you this to keep that beautiful little mouth of yours occupied?”
“Yes, please,” she says, raising her face to look at him.
He cups her cheek and she parts her lips.
He pushes inside. Damn, that looks so hot.
I adjust my own cock in my pants. I can’t fucking wait for more.
But Ella’s close to an orgasm, and I want her to get it.
She was so good for me, taking her spankings like that.
I stroke her pussy with my tongue, then reach up and around her leg so I can rub her clit with my fingers.
Her legs tighten, flexing. She’s so close, I can hear her excitement in her urgent moans, feel it in the way she subtly rocks against me, trying to take more, feel more.
And then she’s there.
She comes all over my mouth and fingers, her legs shaking, her body trembling with the force of it.
“You did so good, sweetheart,” Kingston says as he pulls out of her mouth, his dick still hard.
“Thank you, Daddies,” she says.
“Do you want more, baby, or are you tired?” I ask.
“More,” she says. “Always more.”
“Always, huh?” Kingston grins.
She nods, a glint in her eyes.
Kingston lifts off her strappy little tank top, removes her bra. He cups her tits in his hands, absently playing with them, tugging at her nipples, while he seriously considers her expression. “Is there anything special you want today?”
“I want you both inside of me at the same time,” she says, looking down as if ashamed.
King gives her a wicked smile. “That means I’ll be taking your ass, baby girl. Are you ready for that?”
Fuck, I’m ready. I can’t wait to be sheathed in that tight pussy while he strokes into her ass. It’s going to feel so fucking good.
* * *
Ella
“We shouldn’t do that,” I say. “It’s dirty.”
“We shouldn’t do what?” Kingston’s voice is stern, sharp, and so deep I can feel it in my pussy.
“We shouldn’t…you know,” I say, sounding shy.
I fucking love pretending that I don’t want what we all know they’re going to give me.
Pretending that it’s naughty or taboo or just plain wrong.
I love how it gets Kingston going, and then when I don’t listen because I’m either bratting or I forget on purpose, Sebastian steps in with a stinging punishment.
My legs are still shaking from coming so hard. I can still taste Kingston’s cock in my mouth. My thighs are wet and slippery from Sebastian giving me head.
I feel so dirty and used and cared for—and just like I said a minute ago, I always want more.
Sebastian grins and strips out of his clothes.
T-shirt first, exposing even more of those delicious tattoos.
Then his jeans and boxers. Completely naked, he lies back on the piano bench.
His muscles bunch and ripple as he gets more comfortable, with his knees draped over the edge, his cock jutting proudly. I can’t stop staring at him.
Grinning, he puts his hands behind his head like he’s completely at ease. “See something you want, princess?”
I send an unsure look to Kingston. “Daddies, I don’t know what to do.”
King’s jaw tightens and his stormy eyes darken. “Let me show you, little girl. Tell me that would be okay.”
“It’s okay, I guess.” I look down as if embarrassed. “I just…I don’t know if we should.”
He pulls me against his front and gives me a blistering kiss, his mouth commanding me to open to him, to give him everything. He runs his hands over my bare skin, cupping my ass, which still smarts from where Bash spanked me.
“Climb on up here, little girl,” he says as he pulls back from the kiss. He moves his hand to the inside of my thigh, spreading me and lifting my leg high to swing it over Sebastian on the piano bench.
I grab the covered keyboard for balance. A piano . They bought me a freaking baby grand piano. I still can’t believe it.
“Stop looking at the piano like that,” Bash says with a twinkle in his eye. “It can’t fuck you like we can.”
“Right here,” Kingston says, adjusting my hips, pulling them back so Sebastian’s cock is notched at the entrance to my pussy. “He’s going to fit into your tight little cunt. Just…yes, baby, just like that.”
“Daddy, you’re so big, I don’t know if you’ll fit,” I say, looking down at Sebastian.
He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, his expression tender. “You can take it, princess. Slowly. We’ll go slowly so you can stretch.”
We’re pretending, because he’s fit inside of me easily before, and I’m so turned on and wet, it’s laughable to think he might not fit now.
But damn if there isn’t some mind-body connection, because as I lower myself onto him, his cock feels bigger than usual.
Harder. I brace myself on his tattooed chest and breathe through it while he murmurs encouragement.
“I’ll be right back,” Kingston says, stepping away.
When I’m fully seated, Sebastian cups my ass, his fingers a reminder of my earlier spanking.
“There you go, princess,” he says. “Now don’t move. We don’t want to start without your other daddy.”
But I want to move. He’s here, filling me, and my instincts tell me to start lifting up and pressing back down. I crave the friction, the sensations it would give me. Experimentally, I try rocking just a tiny bit.
Bash locks his hands on my hips and his hazel eyes narrow. “I will bite your nipples, baby girl. I will like it, but you won’t. Don’t move.”
Gasping, I hold still. Fuck, he’s dangerous, and it turns me on even more.
With a low chuckle, Kingston returns with a bottle of lube. “Is our girl impatient?”
“Always,” Sebastian says. “Which is good. It gives me an excuse to spank her.”
Sebastian reaches back to my ass again and spreads my cheeks even more, holding me open for his friend. “You can lean against me, baby,” he whispers. “I have a feeling we’re going to savor this and I don’t want you to get tired.”
Leaning forward, I let my breasts press against Sebastian’s tattooed chest. The dusting of hair over his pecs is pleasantly scratchy against my sensitive nipples. Kingston opens the lube and a moment later, his fingers are there , exploring me, stretching me.
“You’re being such a good girl for your daddies,” Kingston murmurs.
“Yes, I want to be good for you,” I say.
Sebastian rocks into me slowly, gentle thrusts in and out while Kingston stretches me. The slippery lube warms against my skin. All my nerves are alert, my body hypersensitive.
“All right, little girl,” Kingston says. “Take some deep breaths.”
“Okay,” I say, sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly.
Kingston notches himself against my back hole.
“I don’t know if this will work,” I whine. It’s so deliciously wicked to pretend this is new and scary.
“Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he says, running a hand over my back and my ass. “You let Sebastian make you feel good in the front, and I’m going to give you good feelings back here.”
“You’re both so big,” I whimper.
He pushes inside. I gasp at the thick intrusion. It feels wrong and good at the same time. My brain feels like it’s short-circuiting, like I can’t hold all the pleasure. Kingston pulls out carefully, adds more lube which is cool against my hole, and then he’s pushing forward again.
I groan. “Are you in yet, Daddy?”
His low laugh is nothing short of sadistic. “You wish, baby girl. That’s just the head.”
“There’s so much of you both,” I say.
“That’s right,” Sebastian says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You’ll feel us all the way through. We’re gonna take care of you.”
Kingston continues to push inside of me. I move forward, trying to get away, but he grabs one of my hips to keep me still. “Almost there, sweetheart.”
I moan incoherently as he slides in the rest of the way. It’s too much, and it’s not enough. It’s too good.
They fall into a rhythm, sliding in and out of me.
Wet, firm heat. Kingston leans forward enough that I feel his front against my back.
My clit drags against Sebastian and my pleasure is stoked ever higher.
Each stroke, each whispered encouragement, each kiss of their lips against whatever part of me they can reach—it all mixes together in the most erotic cocktail I’ve ever enjoyed.
“You’re so beautiful, you’re my perfect princess,” Sebastian murmurs. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I—love you too,” I say. “I love you both, so very much.”
Kingston kisses the back of my neck and gives me a little nip. “I love you too, Ella. You’re so good for us—your body and your heart and your mind. Fuck, little girl. You’re perfect.” His strokes quicken. “Can you come for your daddies again? Come on our cocks for us, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” I wail. I want to come.
I inhale deeply. Their manly scents fill my nose, along with the scent of sex.
I feel their love in every thrust, in every beat of our hearts.
Our love is a song, and I never want it to end.
This dance will go on forever, as long as our hearts beat, and beyond that.
This rhythm, this syncopation, is eternal.
Sebastian’s hazel eyes lock on mine and he changes his angle slightly, so every time he rocks back into me, he hits my g-spot. Kingston bites my neck and reaches between Sebastian and me to grab one of my breasts, his fingers pinching the nipple.
My pussy tightens, my legs lock up.
“Come for us, princess,” Sebastian whispers. “Do it now.”
I can’t help but obey.
“Daddies!” I shout.
“Fuck,” Sebastian groans, and I feel him twitching, pulsing inside of me, filling me up.
Kingston growls and pulls out of me, and I feel the hot splash of his come over my back.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says. I look over my shoulder to watch him jerk the rest of it from his cock, his eyes focused on me. “Fuck, little girl. I love seeing my come spill over your skin. I think it might be a new kink of mine.”
"Is that the last of your kinks?” I ask.
"I think we each have one more,” Sebastian says. “It gets us going every damn time.”
"What is it?" I ask, looking between them.
Together, they say, ”You."
* * *
Ella
The next day is Saturday. I wake up and play the piano, although my pussy clenches when I sit down on the bench and remember everything we did on this very spot yesterday.
It was so unbelievably hot. It probably won’t be long before I’m parading around the guys in skimpy, little girl clothes, hinting that I want to do it again.
Or maybe I’ll just give some attitude to Sebastian until he decides I need to learn a lesson.
I do so love learning his lessons.
Kingston has gone out to get us some pastries and coffee from the shop down the block. While he’s gone, I finish at the piano and join Sebastian on one of the couches nearby. He’s typing something into his phone.
“What are you up to?” I ask. “New song ideas?”
He gives me a sheepish smile. “Nah. I was just donating to Sexual Abuse Prevention of San Esteban. It’s been a while since I did that. Just because I’m not the piece of shit I once believed I was, doesn’t mean they don’t still need support.”
“You sound disappointed that you’re not a piece of shit,” I say, winking. “I still think you’re a bit of a jerk, though, don’t worry.”
He laughs and drops his phone on the table before tackling me to the sofa and tickling me.
“Am I a jerk now?” he demands, grinning down at me.
One of his legs is pressed between mine. I roll my hips slightly, stealing the friction I need to make an extra burst of lust spark through me.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he whispers, biting my earlobe.
“Looks like I’m missing out on some fun.” Kingston walks in, carrying our drinks, a white bag full of pastries, and the mail. One of the envelopes is already open, and King grins at us as he drops it on the coffee table. “Who wants to go to Hawaii?”
I push Sebastian off of me and pick up the thick invitation.
The embossed border is full of daisies and the colors are bright—it’s super cute.
In the corner, though, one of the flowers is a lollipop instead of a daisy.
I don’t have to read the text to know what this invitation is about.
But of course, I read it anyway, my excitement mounting.
You are cordially invited to attend the wedding of Olivia Santiago, Ryder Callihan, and Jaxon Marsel.
The invitation goes on to specify the date in August, as well as the place—Maui.
The high-pitched squee sound I make is loud enough to make Schrodinger raise his head and glare at me.
“That’s really soon—two months!” I say.
“They told me to save the date a couple of months ago,” Kingston says.
“Did you save the date? Are we going to Hawaii?” I ask. “I want to go, oh, I so want to go. Please can we go?”
Kingston grabs me and tugs me tight against him, so tight I can feel his cock hardening against my stomach.
“That depends,” he says. “Do you think you can be a good girl?”
Oh, I definitely can. And I proceed to show both him and Sebastian just how good I can be.