19. Ella
NINETEEN
ELLA
E lla curled up on one of the oversized bean-bag chairs in the room she’d started calling the Book Nook, surrounded by Ivy, Remi, Molly, Harper, Carlee, Eden, and the rest of the girls. They were supposed to be reading. Technically, book club meant they should at least make an attempt at discussing the novel. Instead, they were giggling uncontrollably, the books lying mostly forgotten in their laps.
“I swear,” Remi groaned dramatically, shifting in her seat. “My bottom is so sore from the spanking Kade gave me earlier.” She pouted, rubbing her backside for emphasis. “And all I did was forget to tell him I was leaving the house. That’s not evennaughty, right?”
Harper snorted. “I mean… depends. Where were you going?”
Remi muttered something under her breath.
Carlee raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”
Remi crossed her arms. “The ice cream parlor.”
The room erupted in laughter.
“Oh, yeah,” Molly teased. “Because that’sdefinitelya necessary trip .”
Remi huffed but grinned. “Well, itfeltnecessary at the time.”
Harper sighed dramatically, flopping back against the couch. “At least you’re not being poked and prodded constantly. My Daddy keeps taking my temperature like I’mdyingjust because I’ve been tired this week.”
Ivy shrugged. “Maybe he’s being extra careful. Youdotend to forget to take care of yourself.”
Harper stuck out her tongue. “Rude.”
Eden shook her head, giggling. “He just wants to make sure you’re okay, Harp.”
Ella smiled, listening to the playful back-and-forth. She felt comfortable here, surrounded by Little friends whogother. She stole a glance toward the common room, where King sat with his club brothers, deep in conversation. Even from across the room, he was a magnet, pulling her attention to him.
She felt herself sigh dreamily.
Ivy must have caught her because she grinned and nudged Ella’s knee. “Uh-oh, look at her,” she teased. “She’s got that look.”
Ella’s face burned as she turned back toward the group. “What look?”
“The I’m head over heels for my Daddy look,” Remi sing-songed, making the others titter.
Ella groaned. “Oh, my gosh, stop.”
“No way,” Carlee laughed. “Weneedto hear how things are going with King.”
All eyes turned to Ella. She hesitated, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.
“It’s… amazing,” she admitted softly. “He’s wonderful.”
The girls collectively awwed , but Ella swallowed, shifting a little. “But… it’s also scary.”
Eden frowned slightly. “Scary, how?”
Ella exhaled, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. “Because I think… I mean, Imight… be falling in love with him,” she confessed. “But I think it’s too soon.”
The room went silent for a moment before Ivy scoffed. “Oh, honey. That man already loves you.”
Ella blinked. “What?”
Harper hummed in agreement. “Everyone can see it. He looks at you like you’re sunrise and sunset all wrapped in one.”
“You can literally feel the way he hovers over you,” Remi added. “Not in a bad way, just… he’s always aware of where you are, always checking on you.”
Carlee grinned. “If you’re falling, he’swaiting to catch you.”
Ella’s heart thudded in her chest at their words. Could they be right? Did Kingalreadyfeel the same way she did?
Before she could respond, Eden tilted her head. “How’s the food drive going?”
Ella sighed, her excitement dimming slightly. “It’s… not going as well as I hoped,” she admitted. “The need isway more than Mayor Winslow initially thought, and I’m trying to figure out ways to get extra donations.”
The girls exchanged thoughtful glances.
“We can help,” Molly offered.
“Yeah,” Ivy agreed. “We’ll brainstorm some ideas and let you know.”
Ella smiled gratefully. “That would mean so much. I just don’t want anyone going without, you know?”
“Absolutely. It’s an amazing cause. We would love to help in any way we can,” Carlee assured her. “We’ll figure something out.”
As the night wound down, the girls eventually dispersed, all of them eagerly returning to their Daddies who were waiting for them around the clubhouse. Ella stood, stretching, and looked toward King. He was already watching her, his expression patient yet intense.
Her stomach flipped.
Book club may have ended, but she had a feeling the most exciting part of her evening was about to begin.
Ella followed King into his apartment, her heart pounding so hard she swore he could hear it. The door shut behind them, startling her and sealing them into the private space.
Her fingers trembled slightly, her nerves tangling inside her. Sheknewtonight was different.Knewthey were about to take their relationship to a new level. She wanted it, wanted him , but fear gnawed at the edges of her excitement. What if she messed up or was terrible at sex? What if she couldn’t please him?
King turned to face her, his dark eyes scanning her expression carefully. He could sense her hesitation. He could read her so easily.
“You’re nervous,” he murmured.
Ella swallowed hard and nodded. “I… I am.” She hesitated before admitting, “I’m worried I might be bad at it.”
King’s brow furrowed slightly. “Why would you think that, baby?”
She shifted on her feet, hugging her arms around herself as she lowered her gaze. “I’ve only done it once,” she confessed. “And it was… rushed. Quick. Not really a positive experience.” Her cheeks burned as embarrassment crept in.
For a moment, King didn’t move or say anything. Then, slowly, he reached out, his warm, calloused hands settling on her arms, rubbing soothing circles into her skin. His touch was grounding, steady.
“Look at me, Little one.”
Ella paused, then lifted her gaze to meet his.
“You don’t have to worry about that with me. I don’t want to rushanything when it comes to you.” His fingers trailed down her arms before his hands settled at her waist, pulling her a little closer. “I’m going to take control, baby. All you need to do is obey me. And if it becomes too much, you say red.”
A shiver ran down her spine, her breath hitching at his words and the way he spoke, deep and commanding. She loved this man’s confidence.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his thumb brushing the fabric of her dress.
Ella exhaled shakily, but she didn’t hesitate this time. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
A slow, proud smile spread across King’s face. “Good girl.”
Then, he kissed her.
It started softly. Gentle and coaxing, like he was giving her time to adjust. His lips moved against hers, his hands sliding up to frame her face, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
Ella whimpered softly, her body melting against his, her nerves slowly fading as warmth spread through her.
She didn’t have to be scared.
Not with King.
He would keep her safe.
Ella melted into the kiss, her hands gingerly resting against his chest. He was slow, deliberate, taking his time with a patient kind of hunger. It was like he had all the time in the world to savor her. And maybe he did.
When he finally pulled back, his breath was warm against her lips. “That’s my good girl. Fuck, you taste like candy. If I weren’t so focused on something else right now, I’d be questioning how much sugar you ate during book club.”
She grinned up at him, glad he wasn’t asking because they’d all had more than they should have.
When he traced along her jawline with his thumb, she swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“You don’tneedto know what to do, dollface. That’s my job.”
A small whimper escaped her throat as his grip tightened.
His lips found the corner of her mouth, teasing her with feather-light kisses before trailing them down her neck. “All you have to do is listen to me. Obey me. Letmetake care of you.”
Ella’s breath hitched. She could do that.
“Okay.”
King hummed his approval. “Good girl. Always my good girl.”
His hands slid lower, guiding her backward until her legs hit the edge of his bed. Her heart pounded as she looked up at him, the sheer dominance in his gaze sending a wave of heat through her.
King reached for the hem of her dress, his fingers toying with the fabric. “Let’s get you out of this,” he said before pausing to see what her reaction would be.
Ella let out a shaky breath as she nodded.
And with that, he began to undress her without rushing and with care. His every touch sent a spark of arousal all the way down to her core. Her panties were already drenched, and there was a ball of tension between her legs that she’d never felt before. Maybe she was being dramatic, but it felt as if it wasn’t released, she would die.
King lifted Ella with ease, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he encouraged her to lay down. She let out a small gasp as her back met the soft mattress, her heart beating wildly. He hovered over her, his dark eyes scanning her face for a second before he pressed a kiss to her collarbone and then moved lower.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured right before he latched onto one of her nipples.
The sensation made her jerk in surprise and stare down at him as he sucked her sensitive peak.
“Who do you belong to, baby?” he asked as he moved to the other side.
Ella shuddered at the possessiveness in his tone, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. “You, Daddy. I belong to you.”
He hummed his approval and pulled away from her breast. “That’s right, dollface. You belong to me. I’m going to take care of you.”
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, his hands sliding down her sides. “Just let me take care of you.”
Ella exhaled shakily, her body arching into his touch as he kissed, licked, and nipped at her. When she reached for his shirt, he quickly helped her pull it off and then returned to worshipping her body while she used her hands to explore his muscular, tattooed torso.
She’d felt King’s cock through his pants before, so she knew it was large, but as she tried to unbuckle his belt, her fingers trembled. He wouldn’t hurt her. She knew that, but she was still nervous. The only time she’d had sex had been so uncomfortable.
As if he could read her mind, he paused and reached for his jeans, and finished stripping off his clothes. When he pulled his underwear down and let his dick spring free, she gasped and stared at it with wide eyes.
“Relax, baby. I’m going to make you nice and ready for me,” he reassured.
He moved over her again and lowered himself so his face was near her pussy. When he looked up at her and pressed a kiss above her hood, she melted. She wasn’t sure how a man as tough as King could be so tender, but somehow, for her, he was.
“Spread your legs nice and wide for me, dollface. Let me see your pretty pussy.”
A whimper escaped as she obeyed, the cool air brushing against her damp skin. King licked his lips and stared at her with hunger. Then he lowered his mouth to her clit, and she nearly burst into a million pieces. Everything around her went fuzzy, and all she could do was feel the pressure building higher and higher.
“Daddy,” she cried out. “Oh, God.”
He used his tongue and teeth to tease her clit while he brought a finger to her opening and slowly pressed in.
“That’s my good girl. So sweet, so beautiful,” he praised gently. “Touch your breasts, baby. Show me how you touch them.”
Heat spread over her, but she did as she was told and cupped her aching globes, kneading them gently before running her fingertips over the nipples. A moan escaped her lips, and he groaned against her clit, sending a vibration of pleasure through her.
Every touch, lick, kiss, and bite sent shockwaves through her, building her arousal until it was almost painful in the best way possible. Then he added another digit to her pussy, stretching her around his fingers and curling them to brush against that secret spot inside.
Ella screamed and shrieked, slapping the bed as she came apart. It was almost too much, but not enough at the same time. She wanted more. She wanted him.
“Daddy, please fuck me,” she whined. “I need you.”
King didn’t move, didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, her climax going higher and higher the more he did.
When she stopped shaking, he finally gave her what she wanted and crawled up her body, the head of his cock hovering at her entrance. He reached over to the nightstand, and a second later, she heard foil ripping, and then he started nudging inside of her.
“Hold on to me, baby. Tell me to stop if it hurts,” he told her, his eyes searching hers.
She gripped his shoulders, wiggling her hips to adjust to the intrusion as he slowly pushed into her. He was thick but took his time, gritting his teeth the entire time. Ella almost felt bad that he was struggling so much, but she knew he wouldn’t want it any other way. King would always put his comfort second to hers, which was one of the many reasons he was such an amazing Daddy.
“Fuck, baby. Are you okay?” he asked.
Nodding, she hooked her ankles behind his ass and pulled him in more, the sensation sending a shiver through her as she stretched around him.
When his hips finally met hers, he paused and leaned down to kiss her. They both got lost in it and soon, they moved together in rhythm with their mouths. It started slowly, making love to each other in a way that felt incredibly intimate. Like their souls were talking to one another.
By the time their mouths parted, their movements were more desperate. Harder, deeper, longer. Ella cried out, her eyes locked on his while he fucked her. Her arousal coated his cock, making it more pleasurable for both of them.
King reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit, stroking it with each thrust until she was screaming out again, her entire body quivering under him. He pumped harder and faster, then his movements became more erratic and wild until he came with her, his cock pulsing inside her.
When her cries quieted, and his movements slowed, a slow, lazy grin fell over her lips as her eyes closed, and she floated on the high of the most beautiful moment she’d ever experienced.