Chapter 4 #2
Bash groans and tenses up, giving short pumps of his hips with his release. “Fuck,” he says. “Do with this bad girl what you want. Maybe we should leave her used and needy.”
“I don’t know, she took her punishment rather well,” I say. “Maybe she deserves to come.”
“Please let me come,” she whispers. “I promise I’ll be good.”
Sebastian pulls out of her and gives her ass a spank before sitting back on his heels. Ella lifts her head and looks at me from over her shoulder, her eyes wild and pleading.
“Daddy, I need you. And I need to come. Please. Daddy Sebastian was mean to me.”
“Mean?” I swat her ass cheek in the same spot Bash just did. “You misbehaved. You’re lucky I let you come at the club, and you’ll be lucky if I let you come now.”
She lowers her face into the pillows and screams in frustration. “Please!”
I think she might be close to safe wording out, so I get behind her, running my cock over her soaking pussy lips. “Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll get to come. As long as you promise that you belong to us.”
“I do,” she says, the word do lifting into a satisfied moan as I slam home.
She’s tight, and so wet she gushes around me.
Slippery and sticky. It’s fucking filthy, fucking perfect.
Sebastian pushed her head down, but I wrap her hair around my fingers and carefully lift, making sure I’m not hurting her.
She puts her weight on her arms, helping to ease the strain on her hair.
I reach between us and gather some of her arousal, spread it all around my thumb, and then put it in her ass.
“Daddy!” she shouts, her voice pitched in pleasure.
“Too bad my hands are busy with your ass and your hair,” I say, lifting her hair back a little more. “I can’t reach your clit. And you’re holding yourself up with your arms. I wonder if Bash would rub your clit for you, if you ask nicely.”
She says, “Please, Daddy, will you please help me come?”
Bash’s grin is wicked. “I don’t know. You were very naughty at the club, after all.”
“ Please ,” she begs. “I’m so close.”
He shrugs and reaches over while I continue to fuck Ella. “I guess we’ve punished you enough.”
Ella’s pussy clamps down on my dick, her muscles constricting around me. She screams and bucks. Her orgasm sparks mine, and I shudder to a halt before pulsing inside of her, my climax arcing through me like I’ve been fucking electrocuted.
I pull my fingers and cock from her body, then flip her around so she kneels in front of me. I kiss her tenderly, my mouth slotted over hers, before passing her to Sebastian so he can do the same.
I get a couple of wet washcloths and clean Ella up, then Bash and I tuck her into bed between us.
This is the fucking dream life. Everything else—drama, business, money—it’s all bullshit. The three of us just need each other.
“I love you,” I whisper in Ella’s ear as her eyes close. “You’re so important to me. More important than anything.”
Ella
Sebastian wakes up early in the morning, and I wake to him tucking the sheets around my arms.
“I have to go feed Schrode,” he whispers. “Then I need to visit my uncle.”
“I hope your uncle is doing okay. And give the kitty ear scratches from me.”
He kisses my forehead and runs his fingers over my lips. “You were magnificent last night.”
I cup his cheek and smile up at him. “You were, too. I love you.”
“I love you too, princess.”
Kingston is still sleeping, and the room is shrouded in darkness.
I carefully get up and go to the kitchen, where I take stock of his groceries.
I find a griddle and the ingredients for pancakes.
I used to make them all the time with my dad on the weekends, and since today is Sunday and I don’t work until this evening, and Kingston doesn’t have work, it seems like a good tradition to resume.
Singing quietly to myself, I make a big breakfast, throwing some bacon in a pan and chopping up strawberries, bananas, and grabbing some blueberries for a mini fruit salad.
Kingston’s phone chimes several times in quick succession. I groan. Can’t the man get a single break and sleep in on a Sunday?
He rushes out of the room a second later, wearing a pair of slacks and a button-up shirt. His “casual work” outfit.
I paste a smile on my face. “Hey, I made us some breakfast.”
“I have to go,” he says, rushing toward the elevator.
“Right now? Before eating?”
“Yeah.” His stormy blue eyes lock with mine and I do see regret there, but also fear. He’s not any happier about this than I am. “I’m sorry, Ella. This can’t wait. Work emergency.”
There’s always a work emergency, but I nod in what I hope looks like understanding.
“Okay. Do you know when you’ll be back? I can go back to my place…”
“Stay here as long as you like—all day if you want. I don’t know how long this will take, but I’ll come home as soon as I can.” He strides over and presses a kiss to the top of my head, squeezing me to his chest before letting me go.
After he leaves, I choke down a pancake, pack the rest of the food into the fridge, and collect my things. I don’t want to spend the day here crying and waiting for him.
Last night, as I was falling asleep, he said he loved me, that I’m important to him.
But I don’t feel important right now.