Chapter 10
Ten
Eloise
Glancing up at the main door of The Kicking Donkey, I watched Kingston stroll in.
He looked every bit as handsome as he had last night when he held me in his arms. Maroon fitted jeans that appeared tailor-made for him and a short navy polo tucked in with a skinny belt outlined his muscles, adding to his overall attractiveness.
Wiping away a line of drool, I darted my eyes to Lane Wilde. Grant had hired him recently as a full-time bartender. I had argued that we didn’t need another bartender, but Grant brought up the topic of my overworking and dropped the conversation like a hot potato.
Lane grinned. “What I wouldn’t give to have someone look at me the way you’re looking at him. Please tell me you two are in a relationship.”
I shrugged, not wanting to put the cart before the horse. “It’s complicated, but yeah. Is it that obvious?”
“Life is complicated, darling. Your eyes lit up. I love that for you.” Lane laughed, a deep resonant sound that echoed through the bar.
He was so charming, along with having a naturally dominant disposition that made our patrons and our friends swoon. How he was still single was a mystery to me. Before I could make a smart-ass comment about his relationship status, Kingston approached. Lane greeted him warmly while I stared.
“Hi, beautiful,” King said sweetly. “Are you ready to go?”
“I still have some things to finish. I’ll just be a few more minutes.”
Kingston cocked an eyebrow.
“Pardon my intrusion, Eli. You ran all your reports. Grant will be in to finish the end of day before we close tonight.” Lane smiled, showing off a dimple in his chin.
Lane owned Creekside Lounge and he was very much a Daddy Dom. Sometimes his need to take care of others bled out into mundane life. I pursed my lips, and my right hand landed on my hip as if it had a mind of its own.
“Let’s go, sweetheart.” Kingston drew the focus back to him.
“I have to, uh, get my stuff.” I fumbled, trying to think of another task off the top of my head.
“I grabbed your things from the office. I hope you don’t mind,” Lane stated casually. “You told me you had plans tonight and I didn’t want you to be late.”
I had told him that only because it had been on my mind since the moment I popped my eyes open.
Lane wasn’t pushy. We’d been spending more time together since his brother Logan was dating Karsyn and August. I couldn’t even be annoyed because underneath his assertive exterior was someone who really cared about the people he considered friends.
I smiled, but I was certain it didn’t reach my eyes.
“How thoughtful of you, Lane.”
Lane winked, ignoring my less-than-friendly tone. I grabbed my things from behind the bar and rounded the front of it, waiting for Kingston. He had an extra swagger in his step as we said goodbye to Lane and walked out to the parking lot.
“Did you change your mind about our conversation tonight, princess?”
“No, King. I’m just a little nervous. I shared a lot with you.”
“Would you like to hear the sort of things that Reed and I discussed today?”
He held open the door for me and I hugged him before getting in. “Yeah. Oh! I packed an overnight bag. We can go straight to Reed’s instead of my house first.”
“Glad you thought ahead.” Kingston kissed my cheek then crossed around the front of the car and slid into the driver’s seat. “I went there after my shift last night and talked to him. We’re going to make a relationship between the three of us work.”
“What did he say in response?”
“He still seemed to be very much in his head, much like you were last night. Three rules. Ready?”
“Rules?”
“Yes, it’s important that we establish them. I spoke about them with Reed and he’s expecting you to follow the same ones with him.”
“I’m confused. I thought our get-together tonight was establishing everything.”
“Change of plans. You and I hashed it all out last night and Reed and I did it this morning. Tonight is about relaxing. Pleasure. Playing games. Watching movies. Whatever we want to do.”
“Got it.”
“Let me know when you’re ready to hear the rules.”
“Okay, I’m ready.”
“Be honest. Be respectful. Do as you’re told. If one of us hits a hard limit, tell us. If you’re not getting a need or a want met, tell us.”
“You make it sound so easy.” I marveled at the utter simpleness of his statements. Three rules. Two additional statements about expectations and limits. I couldn’t have streamlined our relationship in a smoother fashion if I tried.
“It is easy. Communication is important. Do you have any questions?”
“Do you know if Reed wants me to call him by a specific title?”
“That I’m not sure of, but I’m sure if you ask him he’ll tell you.”
“Good to know. Remind me about your title choices.”
“Sir or Daddy in the bedroom and when I’m punishing you. Whatever you’d like in public, even those titles.” Kingston squeezed my thigh. “You’re so hot, babygirl. I’ve been thinking about you all damn day.”
“Fucking me?”
He winked. “Spanking you. And then fucking you. The three of us together…”
I squirmed against the passenger seat, the leather groaning underneath me sounded as frustrated as I felt. “I really want a spanking.”
“You’ll get one. But right now I want you to do as you’re told. Undo your pants and slide your hand in between your legs, princess.”
“Here?”
“No one can see you. We’ve got fifteen minutes until we get to Reed’s house.”
“What if we get pulled over?”
“There’s a folded blanket in a basket underneath the seat to cover yourself with, but you won’t need it. Touch yourself.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“You’re wasting time. I want you to come by the time I pull in the driveway or you won’t get to have an orgasm tonight.”
“That’s not fair! You can’t do that.”
“Thirteen minutes.”
“Oh, my freaking god.” I huffed and puffed, unbuttoning my slacks and pushing them down to my thighs without completely exposing myself.
Scissoring my pointer and middle fingers I tugged on my tiny pleasure nub.
Somehow the rest of the world faded away and I focused on making myself climax in front of him.
My new boyfriend and Daddy all rolled into one glorious specimen of a man who ordered me to do things I never thought of.
I couldn’t recall anyone else telling me to take care of my pleasure in front of them.
It was naughty and dirty, and I fucking loved it.
“Good girl.” Kingston reached across the console and caressed my thigh.
“I’m not feeling like one.”
“You will. Take your other hand and slide it into your pussy. How wet are you?”
“Oh… mmmm…” I arched upward. I was getting closer to an orgasm and it was difficult to stop long enough to do as he said. I inserted two fingers into my dripping core while I fought to keep the same rhythm.
“Focus, princess,” he growled. “Tell me how wet you are, because when we get to Reed’s house…”
“Sir?”
“I brought lots of fun items in my bag.”
“I’m soaked, Sir.”
He moved his hand from my thigh to my fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. Returning my hand to my clit, he kept it there while I stroked myself. Whimpering from the look on his face combined with the naughty action, I hit my peak.
“Such a good fucking girl.”
“I promise I’m trying to be.”
“It’s always better when you comply, princess.”
Kingston pulled into the driveway, glancing at me with heat evident in his gaze before parking the SUV.
He undid his seatbelt then got out. I willed my body to start moving but I couldn’t believe how boneless and melty I felt even though neither of them touched me yet.
Kingston opened the door, fixing my clothes without me asking.
He helped me down to the pavement before kissing me deeply.
Moaning against his lips, I could do nothing else until the endorphin rush faded.
Reed met us at the door.
“You okay, lemondrop?” Reed cupped my face.
“Kingston made me touch myself in the car… until I had an orgasm. I only had a few minutes, so it was a rush.”
His eyes lit up and he glanced over my head, winking at King before looking back at me.
“At least he allowed you to have an orgasm.”
“Is that a privilege you didn’t get today?”
“I was given multiple releases today, Eli, but edging and orgasm denial are definitely in King’s wheelhouse. As long as they aren’t limits, it can be interesting to say the least.”
“Do you have wine? I feel like I need lots of alcohol for this conversation.”
Kingston rubbed his hand along my back urging me further into the house. “One glass of wine or a beer. We need clear heads to explore each other, and it will be much more fun that way.”
“I can drink as much as I want,” I said, frowning.
“Sure you can. But then we won’t be doing anything that resembles a scene. I want you sober for the things I’m going to do to you.”
I didn’t think I could get any more aroused from King but that statement had me squirming in place. “Alcohol restriction is not a rule.”
“Have you forgotten my rules already, babygirl? I’m happy to repeat them slowly so you can write each one down twenty-five times.”
Reed let out a long whistle. “Oh, sweetheart. You really should watch the way you’re speaking.”
I said nothing, thinking about how I wanted this to go and why I was battling. Nerves. It all came down to nerves.
Kingston cocked his head to the side, our bags in each of his hands, clearly waiting for me to answer.
“I remember them, Sir.”
“Good. Behave yourselves until I get back,” he said a clear warning in his voice before turning up the hallway.