Chapter 11
Eleven
Reed
Kingston strode through my house like he owned the place, leaving Eloise and me standing in my kitchen. She looked up at me and giggled.
“What happens if we don’t behave? Will he punish both of us?”
“Careful, babygirl. You don’t know him as well as I do. I’m admittedly surprised that you have that question after he stuck us both in the corner. Yes, he’ll punish both of us, but I’ll get it worse because I’m supposed to be encouraging you to follow the rules, not break them.”
“Huh. I never thought about that. So, if I break the rules in front of you it’s like breaking them twice?”
“No, lemondrop. I’m following King’s rules.
That’s the dynamic I have with him. You’re following his rules as well, but we are both holding you accountable.
If I allow you to act up instead of handling it, or break the rules myself, I’m going to be punished.
I’m holding myself to a slightly different standard.
Not that I’m better than you, it’s just different. ”
“If we break them together, King would likely be less forgiving of the punishment because of our dynamic. Right?”
“Sort of. But you don’t have to worry about it right now. We’re figuring out the balance.”
“Are you upset that I had sex with King?”
“No. Did he tell you that we also had sex?”
“No.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t understand all the nuances but I’m not jealous. Not about you and Kingston. Are you two more amped than usual or is this pace typical for you?”
She was utterly irresistible talking about most topics but bringing up sex and intimacy increased her appeal.
“I’ve always had a pretty high sex drive, and from what he’s admitted, King has one that’s higher. I thought mine might calm down when I hit my thirties but my body apparently doesn’t care about my age.”
“Hm. I guess the age thing didn’t really occur to me, but I thought my raging hormones would have chilled out. They haven’t. Sometimes I play with myself multiple times a day. Damn. I didn’t expect to tell you that.”
“An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.”
She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think that’s how the saying goes.”
“What I mean is, an orgasm raises a bunch of those feel-good hormones. If you’ve been in a rut, overworking, burning out and being stressed it might not be that you’re insatiable for sex but that you need something to make you feel better.”
“You’re really smart, Reed. I hate that you have a point, but sadly I can’t argue.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Quick question. What do you want to be called?”
“I don’t have a lot of requirements when it comes to titles. If I’m punishing you, then you can call me Sir. Or if I request a title, otherwise there’s nothing formal.”
Her eyes widened as she nodded, sucking on her bottom lip.
I kissed her mouth and she linked her arms around my neck.
Deepening the kiss, I pulled her closer to me.
She tasted incredible, a tangy mix of something sour like cranberry juice and her unique sweetness.
Her body pressed against mine, her glorious breasts supple against the hard muscles of my chest.
“What else is on your mind, lemondrop?”
“You really want to work on a different dynamic with me? Do you want to become my Daddy?”
Lifting her in my arms, I set her on the kitchen island so I could be at eye level with her.
Taking each of her hands in mine, I kissed them, minding her bandages.
I wanted her to know that I took the role of a Daddy seriously, because I did.
However, as I’d already explained, though maybe not in a lot of detail, that I hadn’t been in that specific dynamic before.
King reminded both of us that dynamics were learned, no matter what the roles were, because each one was different and brought different unique challenges.
I squeezed her hands, bringing her fingers to my lips. “I would love the opportunity to become your Daddy. If you’ll have me.”
“I’m willing to give the three of us a chance, Reed. I’m sorry for letting my previous crap muck up my brain. I’m working on that too.”
A grin broke out across my face. It was really important to me for her to understand how seriously I took all of this. I leaned in closer to her, inhaling her scent, the warm heady mixture of her perfume and shampoo. She smelled incredible.
“I’m so happy to hear you say that, lemondrop. Well, not that you were stuck in your head but that you want this, that you’re willing to try.”
“I’ve never had a sexual experience with two people at once,” she confessed.
“I won’t pretend I haven’t, but the thought of being with you and Kingston drives me wild. I can’t get the idea out of my head.”
Eloise shot me a sexy come-hither stare and her lips parted. I dropped one of her hands so I could cup the back of her head, pulling her closer. Kissing her, I delved my tongue into her mouth. She allowed me entrance, her tongue tangling with mine.
It was really happening. The three of us. I’d had my doubts yesterday. No. I’d had doubts up to the moment when Kingston pulled into my driveway with Eloise in the passenger seat, but her soft moans pushed them all away.
Eloise was breathtakingly beautiful and I wanted to devour her in the most delicious way possible.
Kingston cleared his throat, announcing his return, but I kept on kissing her. I knew he wanted our attention, but she tasted so fucking good.
“I’m thrilled the two of you are on good terms,” he said with a chuckle. “Are we all settled now?”
King wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck while he pressed his body against mine.
It felt like the three of us were always meant to be together.
It was absolutely amazing for the shift to happen so quickly.
Suddenly after worrying for so long, I had two partners.
Reluctantly breaking away from Eloise, I sighed.
Her eyes sparkled with desire as she smiled.
They seemed to grow even bigger when King moved slightly to kiss her.
Her eyes fluttered shut and she gave the same needy moan.
“We should bring this to the bedroom. There’s more room to explore, King.”
“Mmm.” He pulled away from our girl’s mouth, rubbing his thumb across her lips.
“We could eat and watch movies if you’d rather do that first,” she offered sweetly. Her earlier request for wine didn’t seem to matter now.
“We could.”
Though King was still behind me, I’d bet his expression matched my own.
“Or we could take turns devouring your pussy after I spank your sexy ass.” Kingston growled, the reverberations vibrating against my neck.
Eli giggled. “I thought you forgot about that.”
“I told you I brought toys. Come on, I want to hear both of you screaming for me, pleasure rolling through your bodies.”
“Huh. You didn’t hear it enough the past two days?
” I sassed. My teasing earned me one hard swat against the seat of my Eddie Bauer lounge pants.
I typically had a high pain tolerance but being spanked by him with my strap this morning left me very sore.
Groaning, I drummed my feet up and down for a count.
“Your ass can’t handle another round, babyboy. Pick up Eli and follow me.”
His tone brooked no argument and not even my brat could find a loophole there.
Not when the next threat in his arsenal would be orgasm denial, as I had patiently explained to Eloise.
Plus, the nickname brought heat to my face.
Instead of complying right away, I turned around to face him.
My brat always wanted to battle him. Oh.
It was because I had a self-limiting belief in my head that my best friend couldn’t possibly be interested in dealing with all my shit.
I made a mental note to talk to him about it before I wound up actually disrespecting him.
“Can you call me something else?”
“Is a different pet name going to change the defiant tone flying out of your mouth?”
Eloise slid off the counter, but there wasn’t much space so she wound up in between the two of us. I tilted my head to the side, studying his posture for a moment before smirking.
“It might.”
“You have thirty seconds to do as you were told.”
“Or what will happen?”
“I’ll plug your ass with a toy instead of my cock and you won’t get to come until I give you permission. Try me, little prince. I set my expectations for your behavior. Think carefully before you reply.”
The sweet nickname drew a huge, goofy grin to my face. I scooped Eli into my arms. Our King. Our boyfriend. Our Daddy. Everything I’d always wanted and more. I wanted to call him the title he’d earned, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
“I apologize, Sir. I probably let my thoughts run amok for a hot minute instead of listening to you.”
Kingston nodded. “Very good. Follow me.”