Chapter 7 #2
Bubbling sobs came out of my mouth before I could reply.
I clung to Kingston like a lifeline until he sat me in his lap.
As much as I had shared with Reed, something about the way Kingston handled me soothed a deep, dark part of my soul.
Parts of me I didn’t even know needed it as well as the very broken bits.
I sobbed hard while he rocked me. Finally the tears slowed, and I shifted in his arms.
“I cried all over your shirt.”
“I have another one at work. Don’t worry about it.”
“You have to go soon or you’ll be late.”
“Things are unpredictable all the time, especially the drive to Autumn Ridge. I’m working much later than I said to allow for the commute. Get your pajamas on, princess. I can lay with you for a little while before I leave.”
“I’ll probably never say this again, but a bedtime spanking would do wonders. Especially since my head and my heart purged a bunch of gunk that was weighing on me.”
Kingston licked his lips, looking me up and down. His gaze had my entire body heating from the inside out. Damnit. Why had I blurted out something I’d needed for so long? I barely knew him. He might reject the idea and then it would just be another need of mine not being met.
“Hurry up, Eloise. I don’t have as much time as I’d like to take care of you. My hesitation regarding your statement isn’t because I don’t want to, but because I don't want to leave you alone afterward.”
My brat had been creeping up again since it was fun to push his buttons. I thought about changing into my pajamas in the bathroom but we were still talking, and it wasn’t a big deal anyway. He was a medical professional, after all.
Besides, who was I kidding? I wanted Kingston to see my body. I wasn’t overly flashy in general and I didn’t typically wear revealing clothing anymore, but I used to flaunt everything. The more outrageous the outfit, the more skin showing, would immediately have been a win back in my twenties.
Kingston blew out a long breath. “You’re so beautiful. Damnit, princess. You’re making me want to do something reckless like call out of work.”
Glancing up into the huge mirror on my dresser, I spied Kingston sitting on my bed looking at me.
He was even more handsome tonight, or I was finally allowing myself to feel something for him.
He stroked a hand along his chin, rubbing his mouth.
I took my bra off and slowly danced my panties off to put on a new pair.
King growled and tugged me backward, making my panties fall from my hand.
I landed on the bed with him behind me, kissing my neck, licking and sucking my skin. I never had anyone kiss me like that, like I was sexy and deserved to be worshiped. I twisted around to look at him.
“You have to go to work.”
“I’m aware.”
Kingston stripped out of his uniform piece by piece but faster than I’d ever seen anyone disrobe. It was fucking hot as hell. His muscles were even more impressive with only his tight black briefs on. Damn it. I was drooling for sure.
“I don’t do casual sex,” I stated, more for my own benefit since it would be hard to stop.
“There is nothing about this that’s casual, princess. Lay down.”
“King–”
“In here? Or at least in bed?” He gestured with his hand. “You can call me Sir or Daddy. Now do what I said.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.” I pouted.
“You’ll get your bedtime spanking. I’ll still hold you until you fall asleep but I want you on your back, legs spread. Right now.” He tapped the mattress with his pointer finger.
Holy fucking hell. There was nothing in my brain that could have prepared me for that.
Sure we were dancing around the topics of a relationship but his growly, husky tone aroused me to my core.
I wanted to brat, but the resolve on his face showed me he was not in the mood for games.
The dominance seeping from every pore in his body made me absolutely drip with desire.
“That’s a good girl,” he growled when I complied.
Oh, I loved the way he praised me. Kingston kissed me, his tongue claiming my mouth as if he owned it.
And though I knew there was still a lot to talk about and work through, he did.
He could lay claim to my entire body and I’d let him.
He trailed kisses from my chin all the way to my clit, tasting my pussy with one quick lick.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted him to suck on my hot little nub but we were running out of time.
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean,” I mumbled as he moved his position slightly.
“I’m clean also. Do you want me to use a condom, princess? I’d rather not, but it’s your preference.”
I couldn’t recall the last man I’d skipped a condom with, maybe never. Since I’d been so wild in my twenties, it had been a non-negotiable for my relationships. The way Kingston was looking down at me, his perfect jawline and incredibly kind eyes had me shaking my head.
“We don’t need one.”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Eli.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, princess.”
“I haven’t had sex in a while. I’m a little nervous,” I admitted.
“Relax. I’ve got you.”
Kingston rubbed his hand along my sides, tracing patterns on my rib cage, my hips, across my stomach.
His gentle touches chased away the last of my nerves.
When I was fully relaxed, he stripped off his underwear.
Though I wanted to spy what he was working with, I focused on my breath so I wouldn’t freak out.
He positioned his cock in between my legs, pushing slowly inside my pussy while my body grew accustomed to his thickness.
Kingston entered me deeper and it was like his cock found pleasure spots no one else ever explored.
The action pulled a long, low, guttural moan from me.
“Are you okay, Eli?”
“I’m so much more than okay, King.”
He cracked his palm on the tender spot where my thigh and butt met. I hissed from the sharp bite of pain.
“Sir! You’re serious about being called…”
“You like that, princess? You like being wrapped around Daddy’s cock?”
His question made my protest fade away and I answered him enthusiastically. “Fuck! Yes. Yes, I do. I fucking love it.”
King chuckled at my announcement, thrusting faster.
Him calling himself Daddy while he fucked me in my own bed hit differently.
A magical combination of rough yet tender.
I couldn’t compare it to anything else because I’d expected rougher from him due to the stupid judgmental crap I’d held about him.
I'd never experienced sex that almost felt like a spiritual connection.
He made my nerves light up in the best way possible.
I kissed him, kneading my fingers into his shoulders, his arms, whatever part of him I could reach, hoping he viewed me as an active participant.
I usually made a point to be one, but pleasure crashed through me so hard.
A wail that must have been buried inside me my entire life suddenly tore from my lips.
Kingston stilled, slowly withdrawing. He lay next to me, pulling me into his embrace while tears poured over my cheeks.
It felt like whatever else I’d been holding on to purged itself from my body without my permission.
What was it about Reed and King that made me feel so incredibly safe in their presence?
After a little while, I released a shuddering breath.
“Shhh, Eli. It’s okay. I’m right here.”
“I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. You’ve been holding that in a long time, haven’t you?”
I nodded as he whispered sweet things in my ears, occasionally planting a kiss on my forehead. “I don’t think I can handle a spanking after that.”
“Agreed. Come here, beautiful girl. Let’s get your pajamas on. Then I do have to go.”
“Will… What does…. I know what you said tonight but–” I cut myself off from babbling and took a few seconds to breathe. I wanted to be with Kingston in a relationship but those doubts prevented me from explaining myself well.
“Please don’t get trapped in your head again. We’ll take it slow, but we are going to see where this leads. Okay?”
“And you’re certain you can get Reed on board?”
“I have no reason to believe otherwise.”
“I bet Reed has reason to believe otherwise.”
“I’m very convincing.”
“I’m starting to realize it.”
He winked before rolling out of bed. I shifted around to watch him dress in his uniform.
Even the way he buttoned up the crisp white shirt flexed his forearms. The action was getting me worked up again.
My stare drifted lower to Kingston’s incredibly muscular thighs, accentuated by the tight navy slacks.
I fantasized about being spanked while he wore them and nothing else.
Kingston finished dressing with flair then reached down and retrieved my forgotten panties.
“Do you need these?”
“I’m not really a fan of going commando.
” I reached for them but he tapped my ankle.
Understanding that he wanted to dress me instead, I got up.
He lifted each of my feet in turn before pulling my panties all the way up to my hips.
Though I enjoyed being undressed, this was entirely different.
He swallowed hard as he assisted me into the silk pajamas.
They were whisper-soft against my skin done in the prettiest shades of pink, and warm peachy corals.
“You look adorable.”
“I’m finding it really hard to behave myself right now. I’m surprised your touch didn’t make me spontaneously combust.”
“I’ll take the compliment.”
He swatted my ass once while we walked into the bathroom. I showed him my nighttime routine as if I was running an infomercial. He played along but stopped me when I picked up my hairbrush.
“May I?”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever brushed my hair, other than my brother Dane.”
Sometimes growing up I couldn’t get all the tangles out of my long hair.
He was younger than me, but when there aren’t any options, you do whatever you need to.
Dane never complained and found sprays and serums that were amazing detanglers.
The memory brought a pleasant round of happy thoughts instead of so much of the grief caused during my formative years.
“Yes or no, princess?”
“I got lost in thought. Yes, please.”
King brushed my hair, whispering sweet and encouraging words, praising me for being honest with my needs as he fixed my blonde tresses into two low ponytails.
“I didn’t think you could get any more adorable but look at you proving me wrong.”
“For once?” I sassed. He popped his hand off my right asscheek.
“It’s bedtime. Quit pouting.”
Kingston cracked his hand against the other side of my butt playfully. Giggling, I padded out of the bathroom. He swooped in after me, grabbing my waist and tossing me onto the bed.
“Don’t get me going again!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Under the covers, beautiful. Daddy needs to go to work.”
“You keep calling yourself ‘Daddy’. Don’t you think it’s a bit premature?”
“You don’t have to call me Daddy. I understand it’s going to take a bit for us to build trust, but do you mind me saying it?”
“No, actually. I feel it too, but I’m worried about allowing you to step into that role for me and then us not being–”
“Look at me, Eloise.”
I raised my chin to meet his gorgeous blue eyes. “Yes?”
“The ball is in your court, because above everything else, your comfort is the most important. Be honest with me, but don’t let a spiral lead you down into your fears.”
Taking several deep breaths, I grounded myself so I could answer him honestly.
“I’ve never been in a Daddy-and-Little dynamic. I’ve had dominant partners. I’ve explored my Little alone. I’m a bit off-kilter at the idea of becoming your Little girl.”
“Name the first thing that comes to mind. No thinking. Ready?”
Scrunching my nose at him, I blew out a few more breaths letting the yucky emotions fade. “Ready.”
He started the word association game. “Red light.”
“Green light.”
“Rain.”
“Dancing.”
“Rain.”
I frowned. “You already said that.”
He glared at me sternly. “And I want an answer. Rain.”
“Umbrellas.”
“Popcorn.”
“Movies.”
“Horses.”
“Stables.”
His mouth quirked up at the corners. “Daddy.”
“You.” Heat rose to my cheeks as I answered.
“Hm. So, it seems like you want this, but you’ve got some doubts. Do you doubt me and my dedication, babygirl, or yourself?”
“Please ask me that after I’ve had some time to process.”
“All right.”
“Also, I do like the way you refer to yourself. I do want you to be my Daddy. But it makes me vulnerable.”
A huge grin broke across his mouth. “Isn’t that the most beautiful feeling in the world? At least to me, it is. To be able to be your true self around someone else. I’m extremely lucky to experience what you’ve shared with me so far. I look forward to deepening our connection, princess.”
I couldn’t believe how quickly we’d bonded in such a short amount of time, but we had.
As much as I cared about Reed, Kingston had cemented his place in my life too.
I had zero clue about whether or not a throuple among the three of us could balance, but for the first time in a long time I had hope.
I wanted to be their sweet and occasionally sassy little princess and they would become my Daddies. It gave me so much to look forward to.