Chapter 4
Four
Ella
“You remember your safe word,” Kingston says, unlocking the door next to us.
I nod.
He steers me into the room with his body. “And when your sinful mouth is stuffed full of my fingers or my cock, you know to tap my arm or leg if you need a break.”
I nod again.
“I’d say you’re a good girl, Ella, but you’re not.” He pulls the door closed behind him, but he doesn’t let me go any farther into the room—he holds me by my wrist. “You’re not a good girl by a long shot. One last chance—open your mouth and lick my finger clean.”
“No.”
He pushes me against the wall with his hips and legs, then grips my chin, forcing my mouth open. I’m secretly thrilled, but I try to push him away. It’s all part of the game. I know I can say “red” at any point. I know I can make this stop immediately.
But I want him to force this—force me.
He shoves his finger between my lips. I start to scrape my teeth over him and he holds my chin tighter. “You bite me, you’ll fucking regret it, little girl.”
I have more power than that, though—I swirl my tongue over his digit, doing as he asked, licking my arousal from his skin.
He groans and lowers his forehead to mine. His cock is hard through his clothes, pressed against my lower stomach.
Without warning, he turns me around so I face the wall. I have to throw my hands against it to keep from banging my face, but I can feel him close, making sure I’m unharmed, even when he’s being rough.
His hands skim down the sides of my body, then up and under my dress again.
“You’re acting”—he says, yanking my panties down—“like you somehow lost my attention. Little girl, you have always had my attention. From the first time you set a foot in my office building, I saw you.”
There’s a clinking sound as he unfastens his belt, and then his pelvis is against my ass, his cock pushing between my thighs. I’m dripping for him, so aroused my legs shake with the effort of holding myself up.
“I can feel how soaked you are,” he says.
“It’s all for you,” I say.
“You sure? It’s not for those assholes on the dance floor?”
“No, Daddy, it’s all for you.”
“Because you were very naughty. So fucking hot, dancing out there in this grown-up dress, showing off your body, your curves.” He squeezes my hip.
“I watched you. Whose cock did you want in your cunt, after that display? One of theirs? Any one of them would have happily brought you up here to fuck you. Do you want one of their cocks?”
“No, Daddy,” I say. “I only want your cock.”
“And where do you want it, baby girl?”
“In my pussy. Please, Daddy.” I’m going to combust if I don’t get it. Every beat of my heart sends an aching lust through my body, centered in my needy pussy.
He enters me in one hard thrust.
“Yes,” I groan.
He traces my lips with his fingers before pressing them into my mouth again. “Mine,” he says. “You’re on my mind so much, it’s amazing I get any work done at all. I love you, little girl. And teasing me, acting out? You’ll get what you want—punishment. And you might not always like it.”
Well, I like this . Surrounded by him, pressed against the wall, his cock filling my pussy, his fingers in my mouth, stroking my tongue. His breath warm against my ear, his teeth scraping against my neck.
Possessive. Punishing.
I want more.
I try to rock my hips back, but he doesn’t start thrusting yet. Instead, he leans back enough to bring his free hand around, under my dress, to cup one of my breasts.
“So fucking soft,” he says, then pinches my nipple.
My pussy walls tighten around him in response to the sharp pleasure-pain, and he groans again.
“It’s going to be fast and hard,” he mutters. “Come if you can, but I’m not going slow. You were naughty—take what you can get.”
He begins thrusting fast, fucking me hard, smashing me against the wall. I brace myself with my hands. He tugs his fingers out of my mouth so he can put his hand in front of my forehead. Even here, even when he’s rough, he’s taking care of me and making sure I don’t get hurt.
White-hot pleasure builds, centered in my pussy and radiating outward. Pinned between Kingston and the wall, there’s nothing I can do except explode in ecstasy, limbs tingling with bliss.
Rhythmic pulses of my release cause me to shudder while Kingston swears and fucks me erratically, his growls of impatience filling my ears.
“Mine,” he says. “You’re fucking mine , Ella.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”
He comes then, shoving himself in on the next thrust and going tense, his release soaking me from the inside.
“Fuck,” he says, leaning his forehead against my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling.
My legs are trembling, though, so he says, “Fuck,” again, kisses my shoulder, and eases out of my pussy. He tugs up my panties, then lifts me easily into his arms and carries me to one of the sofas. There, he sits down, holding me in his lap.
“I love you, Ella,” he murmurs. “Even when you’re naughty, you’re still mine. Even when I’m busy with work, you’re still mine.”
My heart swells. I’m treasured. I’m wanted. I’m loved. This is heaven.
We sit like that for a few minutes, catching our breath. Then he helps me right my dress and stockings, and leads me from the room. I follow him through the club in a daze, then out to his waiting car.
I lean against him in the back seat as Garth drives us to Kingston’s penthouse.
I’m well-fucked, pleasantly tired. Kingston picks me up and carries me to the elevator, and then into his bedroom.
There, he helps me out of my clothes and into a pair of fresh panties and a tank top.
He cups my tits through the fabric as if weighing them in his hands.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, letting go of my breasts and kissing my nose.
He hands me my clutch, and I take my phone from it, hoping for a text from Sebastian. I’m rewarded.
My uncle is going to be okay, but they’re keeping him overnight for monitoring. I’ll be at King’s in an hour or two .
I show the text to Kingston, who nods. “Thanks, baby girl.”
As we snuggle into bed together, Kingston grins at me and grabs his phone.
“What are you doing, Daddy?”
“Texting Bash a photo of you teasing me at the club with your bratty antics.”
“You’ll freak him out.” I reach out to snatch his phone.
He grabs my wrist and holds it tight, staring into my eyes while he kisses my palm.
His whiskers tickle and scrape my skin. “His uncle is out of danger. But if you give me your safeword, I won’t text a photo of you to anyone.
As far as I’m concerned, though, you were a bad girl, and your other daddy needs to know about it. ”
I shiver, loving it. My objection wasn’t to the photo, but to upsetting Sebastian. Kingston’s thoughtfulness of giving me an out makes me love him even more. “If you say so, Daddy.”
“I do. Now goodnight, little girl. Have sweet dreams.”
Kingston
The mattress’s movement pulls me from my sleep. Instantly awake, I turn to face Ella. Sebastian’s here, and he’s climbing onto her side of the bed. I watch as Ella’s eyes open, and Bash pulls the sheets down, revealing her body.
“Daddy,” she whispers.
They think I’m not awake.
Rather than join in, I decide to watch. Bash is naked. He lifts Ella’s legs and yanks her panties off, tossing them to the side. Holding her legs up by her ankles, he delivers a swift spank to first one ass cheek, then the other.
“Daddy!” She keeps her voice down, but her indignation is still there.
“I saw what you did,” he says. “I saw the picture Kingston sent. Is that the kind of behavior I’m to expect when I give you a little independence?”
He’s still holding her legs high in the air, and he spanks her again. She moans.
“I’m sorry I was naughty,” she says.
He drags a finger through her folds before sliding it into her pussy. “You were so very naughty. And now you get to suffer the consequences.”
It hardly looks like suffering to me, the way Ella’s face is twisted in pleasure.
Bash sees me watching—his gaze flicks to me momentarily, but he immediately returns his focus to Ella.
He covers her mouth with his hand and murmurs low in her ear, just loud enough for me to make out the words.
“What did you think was going to happen when King sent me that photo? You were a bad girl at the club.”
Her response is muffled.
He slings her legs over his shoulders and slides into her. She grabs his arms, holding him close, and begins to move her hips.
“Yeah, princess. Fuck me with your naughty little pussy.”
She moans and rocks her hips faster. He thrusts his hips, meeting her wordless demands. Her hips lift and fall as she fucks him as hard as he’s fucking her.
“I hope he punished you good,” Bash says. “Is this pussy sore? Is it already full of King’s come? I bet it is, you filthy girl. Turn around. I want to see my handprints on your ass while I fuck you.”
He flips her over so she’s on her stomach, then yanks up her hips so her ass is in the air. He enters her from behind, his hand on the back of her neck, pressing her down. Ella’s moan is sweet and needy. She’s completely at his mercy and she clenches the sheets in her fists.
I stroke my dick. Fuck, I’m going to need to take a turn when Bash is done.
He reaches under her and he must be rubbing her clit, because a second later, she wails, “Daddy, I’m getting close!”
“Fuck yes,” he says. “Come on my cock, princess. But you better do it soon.”
“Or you could make her wait,” I say.
He looks over and gives a dark chuckle. He removes his fingers from her clit. “Yeah, I could. Alright, don’t come. You hear me, Ella?”
“But I’m so close,” she whines.
“Too fucking bad.”
He holds her down at her neck again and starts stroking hard into her. Ella cries out with every thrust.
“I’m so close,” she says.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, continuing to jack myself off.
She turns her head so she’s facing me, and her brown eyes go wide at the sight of me.
“That’s right,” I say. “When he’s done, it’s my turn.”