Chapter 19
Nineteen
Kingston
Ella gives a little squeak at Sebastian’s question.
Yeah, something is up. Of course, we knew something was up as soon as the host, Rick, started asking her about “last night” and she looked guilty as hell.
“Well?” I say. “Are you going to answer your daddy?”
She blows out a breath and traces a circle around the base of her pint glass. “Something happened last night, on my way home from work. Something bad.”
I lean back slightly so I can turn and look at her more fully. “And this thing was…what?”
“Some guy tried to attack me.”
Sebastian sits up and so do I. “ What ?” we both say at the same time.
“Yeah. He didn’t do much. I kicked him hard and got away.”
I’m so angry, I’m shaking. Ella looks frightened, her brown eyes wide and her body tense. I force myself to relax. “I’m not mad at you, baby. I’m mad at the man who attacked you.”
“All right.” She relaxes slightly.
“You should have told us before, though,” I add.
Wincing, she looks between us. “You’re going to punish me, aren’t you?”
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen,” Bash says, his hazel eyes darkening.
“Cinderella!” Rick calls. “You’re up!”
Ella stands, but before she can go far, I grab her wrist and stand with her. She makes a soft sound of surprise as I tug her to me, tilt back her head, and press my lips to hers.
“Kingston,” she whispers.
“ Daddy ,” I say.
“Daddy…”
“That kiss is for luck. You’re going to need a lot of it tonight, because Bash and I are going to teach you a lesson for keeping things like last night from us.”
“Sebastian wasn’t even talking to me last night,” she says.
“Cinderella!” Rick calls. “No more making out—get up here and sing, girl!”
“ I was talking to you last night,” I say, my voice deep with anger. “You could’ve told me. And Bash would’ve wanted to know, too.”
Biting her lip, she nods. “I have to go—it’s my turn to sing.”
I reluctantly release her and take my seat again.
She walks to Rick, a little flounce in her step.
She says something to him, probably telling him what song she’ll sing.
He nods and taps on his phone screen while Ella climbs the steps to get on the low stage.
She adjusts the mic and says, “Testing.”
“Is Bastian joining you?” someone hollers from one of the tables.
“Not tonight,” she says.
There’s a groan of disappointment, but Ella just gives them a brilliant smile that shows off the dimple in her left cheek, and they quiet down.
Ella clears her throat and speaks into the microphone. “Tonight I’ll be singing ‘A Mistake,’ by Fiona Apple. It’s an older one, but a good one. I dedicate it to Kingston.”
My eyes narrow at her as the music starts. There’s a slinky, bad girl vibe to the song, and Ella sounds fucking amazing. She moves her body slightly with the music—not dancing, but showing that she’s really getting into it.
And the lyrics. Fuck. What a bad girl she is. I exchange a look with Bash as Ella sings about making mistakes on purpose, and how it’s fun to ignore the rules and do what’s wrong.
He nods at me. He’s hearing the message, too. This is a girl who is now pushing our buttons on purpose.
The crowd fucking loves it. Of course they do. Ella’s pure sin with the voice of an angel. They applaud, beg for more, but Ella gives them a little bow and a wave, and then she’s hurrying from the stage and back to our table.
I leave some cash to cover our bill before hauling that girl out of the place. I’m tempted to go full caveman and throw her over my shoulder, but we are in public and she was just attacked yesterday—and I don’t yet know the details.
Which makes me fucking insane with rage. If I ever find the guy who did it, he’ll wish he was never born.
I text Garth, who pulls up at the curb. I nod at Bash to climb in first, so we can put Ella between us.
“Let’s go to my place,” Bash says. He probably wants to show Ella the cat. I can’t believe he has a cat now, but okay.
“Take off your bra,” I say to her as soon as I’ve raised the privacy screen between us and Garth.
She shakes her head. “I—”
“I am not asking,” I say. “It’s not a request, little girl. You’ve been naughty, and unless you use your safe word, you’re going to face the consequences for disappointing your daddies.”
“Look,” she says. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want it to interfere with Sebastian coming home.”
I send Bash a dark look. If he hadn’t left, Ella wouldn’t have had to choose between complete honesty with us and bringing him home again. But in the end, it was her choice. It was the wrong one, as far as I’m concerned, but I can understand why she did it.
Really, right now, this is less about punishing her, and more about reminding her that we care. It’s more about reassuring all of us that we’re here and she’s safe.
But then she pulls off her shirt and removes her bra. Sitting up straight, she gives me a sassy look and says, “There. Happy?”
“Happy… Daddy ,” I say.
She sighs like it’s such an onerous reminder and says, “Happy… Daddy ?”
“I cannot wait to warm this ass with my palm,” Sebastian says. “In the meantime…” He reaches over and cups one of Ella’s tits, weighing it in his hand. “Fuck, princess. You’re so soft.”
She leans into his touch and moans quietly. I have a feeling she’s just as aroused as we are, if not more.
Sebastian lets her go and sits back.
Ella looks from him to me, but neither of us moves to touch her. My cock is so fucking hard at the way she starts to cover up her naked chest.
“Nope,” I say. “Leave your tits out, little girl.”
“Why should I? It’s not like either of you is interested in them.”
“That’s exactly what your problem is,” I say. “Beyond your sass, which is a separate issue entirely, young lady. You’re not giving enough consideration to what our interests are. I would have been very interested to know some asshole attacked you last night.”
Pouting, she tries to cover her chest again. I take one of her wrists and tug her arm to her side, and Bash takes the other and does the same.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“First,” I say, “I don’t know what happened last night. Is there anything that’s going to trigger you with what we’re doing here?”
“I don’t think so,” she whispers, eyes wide. “Maybe…maybe don’t shove me up against a wall tonight?”
I lean over and kiss her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. “Okay, sweetheart. No walls tonight. Anything else?”
She shakes her head. “Not that I can think of.”
Because I can’t resist, I duck my head down and take one of her nipples in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, then suck the hard little nub.
Ella gasps. “Please, Daddy.”
But she doesn’t get to dictate what we do tonight. This is about punishment, not her enjoyment. So I sit back again. The motion causes my heavy cock to slide against my pants. Fuck. This is going to be as hard for me as it is for her.
Ella tries to wiggle out of my grasp and Bash’s, but we hold her tight.
“So, I was thinking spankings tonight,” I say over her head. “Maybe some rope. Maybe a plug.”
“Definitely a plug,” he says. “A big one. We should start stretching this little ass so she can take our dicks there.”
“Hey, I’m sitting right here,” Ella says. “You can talk to me, you know.”
Ignoring her, I say, “I want to see her ass really red. Is there a paddle at your place?”
“I don’t think so,” he says, “but I have a couple of floggers.”
“Floggers?” Ella squeaks.
“Oh, that would be good, get her nice and worked up.”
“Hey, I’m right here,” Ella says again.
“And if you talk out of turn again, I’m going to rush order a ball gag,” Sebastian says in a threatening voice.
Ella shakes her head and whispers, “I’ll be quiet.”
“Good girl,” he says, kissing her cheek.
I love seeing her like this, between us without a shirt on, stuck here at our mercy. But the car slows to a stop outside of Bash’s building.
I give Ella her shirt. “Put this on, baby girl.”
“But my bra?”
“You can go without.” I can’t help my smirk.
Sebastian
We hurry Ella into my penthouse. I can’t help but remember the last time she was here, when Trina had surprised us both.
Now, there’s another surprise—a black cat that darts straight at her.
“I didn’t know you had a cat,” she exclaims, bending over to scratch Schrodinger behind his ears.
“I didn’t,” I say. “This is who I brought back with me from Mirarosa.”
“Does he have a name?” she asks.
“I’ve been calling him Schrodinger.”
He rubs against her legs, purring like a fucking motor.
Of course he’s going to prefer her to me. I don’t even mind when she bends down, scoops him up, and he settles immediately against her shoulder, because the smile she sends me is so brilliant and happy, it makes everything brighter.
“That’s a terrible name,” Ella says, laughing. “I kind of love it.”
King clears his throat. “Bedroom, baby girl. Now.”
She sends him a look of trepidation and then looks at me. “Where’s the bedroom?”
I point toward the hall.
She starts walking slowly, likely taunting Kingston on purpose. With a growl, he lifts her over his shoulder so her head dangles on one side of him, her legs on the other. “Daddy!” she yelps. “No!”
He just chuckles and slaps her ass.
I walk ahead of them and hold the door open, closing it before the cat can follow us in. Schrodinger doesn’t get to come into the bedroom. I can only imagine the way he’d consider a flogger his personal toy. His paper fetish is bad enough.
Kingston dumps Ella on the bed and says, “Take off your clothes.”
While she stands up and strips, I pull two floggers from my dresser, both of them with thin leather tails.
They’ll sting after a while, but they won’t abrade Ella’s skin too much.
I don’t want to hurt her bad for what I am sure is her first time with a flogger. I hand one to King and keep the other.
“Is it going to hurt a lot?” Ella asks in a soft voice.
Kingston tucks the flogger under his arm and takes her face in his hands. Staring into her eyes, he says, “I want you to know, little one, that you aren’t getting punished for what that asshole did.”
“I know,” she says quietly.
“Tell me why I’m holding this flogger, then.”
“Because I should’ve told you what had happened to me.”
I walk around her, touching her shoulders, the nape of her neck, the delicate shell of her ear. I missed this girl so fucking much, I can’t stand it. And the fact she was in danger, while I was out of town and not responding to her texts? It guts me.
“Tell us in detail what happened to you, if you’re ready,” I say.
She takes a deep breath. “It happened really fast. He grabbed me, took me into a dark alley. Pushed me against the wall and…I think he wanted to rape me. He covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream.
I—I stomped on his foot, pushed him away, kicked him in the balls.
Then I ran for the street. Rick came out of the Kitty Cat.
He called the police, but I didn’t want to file a report.
I didn’t get a good look at the guy, anyway.
So Rick called a ride for me. And I could have called Kingston, but I didn’t want you to change your plans to go to the coast in the morning.
” Her eyes fill with tears. “I missed Sebastian.”
Now I feel like absolute hell.
Kingston drops the flogger and it thuds to the floor. “Bedtime. No punishments for you tonight, baby girl.”
She shakes her head. “But I want this. You can’t just tease me with those floggers and then not give it to me.”
“We can do whatever the fuck we want,” I say. “But don’t you want to just…be held?”
“I do,” she says, “but only after you spank the crap out of me. I’m not fragile because of what happened.”
“Of course you’re not,” Kingston says.
“Then stop treating me like I broke. Show me you believe I’m strong.”
I turn her head and take her mouth in a kiss. She tastes like cider and spice and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, taking more, taking everything she has to offer. She moans against me and grips my arms as the kiss continues. Her naked chest rubs against my shirt.
Pulling away, I study her face, her blown-out eyes, dark with lust, her parted lips begging for more kisses.
“You’re the strongest person I know,” I say. “Get ready for your whipping, little brat. Sit right here on the edge of the bed.”
“Sit…?”
“Are you questioning me?” I ask.
“No, Daddy.” She sits.
Kingston starts first, standing a few feet away, swishing the flogger toward Ella’s tits so he can get a good sense of where the hits will land. As he steps closer, the tails make their first sliding contact against her skin. She gasps.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“No, it feels kind of gentle.” She squints at him. “Are you going easy on me?”
“No, baby girl. Just warming you up.”
My dick gets harder in my jeans as I watch him flog her. Flogging is more about varying sensations and the hypnotic effect of the impact. There can be pain involved, too, and after a while, I’m sure it’ll hurt a bit. But right now, Ella closes her eyes, enjoying the slaps and slides of the leather.
After a minute, Kingston takes off his shirt so he’s wearing only his pants.
His dick is hard, too—I can see the outline when he turns to the side.
But it’s Ella’s obvious arousal that truly captures my notice.
Her nipples are hard little points, and the skin on her breasts turns a nice pink.
The flogger’s tails connect with her chest as King swishes his wrist back and forth.
Ella’s lips are slightly parted and she opens her eyes to watch.
She’s trying not to squirm, I can tell from the way she presses her thighs together.
I bet she’s soaking the sheets where she sits.
I take off my shirt, appreciating the way Ella’s gaze flicks between King and me, like she can’t get enough of our bodies. Greedy little girl.
King moves to the side so I can trade blows with him. Ella begins to gasp with each hit and her eyes glaze over. She’s definitely into it now.
King stops flogging her, so after one last swipe of the tails, I stop, too.
“Turn around, little one,” he says, his voice gruff.
“I have a plug,” I say. “Still in the wrapping.”
He nods. Ella turns around, her hands on the bed, while I retrieve the plug and wash it. When I return from the bathroom, Kingston’s hands are rubbing Ella’s ass, his fingers dipping between her cheeks and smearing her arousal around. I toss him the lube I grabbed along with the plug.
He eyes the plug in my hands. “That’s going to be tight.”
“It’s the only one I’ve got,” I say.
Ella turns around and sees me holding it up. Her eyes get big and she says, “Oh, hell no. That is not going in my ass, no fucking way—”
Kingston spanks her ass with his palm, and she yelps, then moans.
“You will take it ,” he growls, “and you will like it .”