Chapter 9
Nine
Sebastian
“Hey!” Ella says. “I really liked that pair.”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” I say.
She looks fucking magnificent like this, wearing her bra and nothing else, with her arms stretched out. Too bad King doesn’t have a ceiling hook in here, something sturdy enough to hold her weight. He sees me looking up and he grins.
We don’t even need to talk about it. He’s going to have one installed within a week.
I unfasten my pants and free my cock. The way Ella’s eyes go wide with desire makes me feel like a fucking emperor.
I move around behind her and rub my dick through her folds, lubricating myself and teasing her at the same time.
While I slide between her legs, I reach around and pinch her nipples through her lacy bra.
“Yes,” she says, but the word is swallowed up by Kingston stepping forward and kissing her.
I nudge her feet farther apart, then rub the head of my cock over her entrance. She tries to lower herself onto me, but the ropes holding her arms up don’t allow her to move that far.
“Please,” she whimpers against King’s neck.
“Like this?” I ask, spearing her.
“Fuck—yes,” Ella cries.
“Ooh, you and your filthy little mouth,” Kingston says, grabbing one of her breasts and pinching her nipple.
Her pussy squeezes around my cock and she yelps, then moans as he continues to torture her.
I pump into her, glorying in how snug and wet she is around me.
I lick her shoulder, kiss her, breathe her in.
Fuck, I will never get tired of this woman and the way she makes me feel—both inside and out.
My soul is quiet when I’m with her, content.
My body craves her. Even when I’m with her, I want more.
“Yes,” she says again.
Looking down, I see King on his knees in front of her. He’s lapping at her pussy, his gaze locked on Ella’s face.
“Please,” she begs.
I don’t know what she’s asking for—hell, Ella probably doesn’t even know what she’s asking for.
But I continue to fuck her, sliding in and out, loving the feel of the curves of her ass against my pelvis every time I thrust in.
I hold her hips tightly so she doesn’t knock forward too hard.
King has his hands on her inner thighs, holding her legs apart and aiding in keeping her still so he can continue his attentions on her clit.
Ella cries out with each of my thrusts, the song of her pleasure heightening my lust. Sweat gathers at my temples, in the middle of my back, over my chest. Ella’s pussy gives me an impossibly tight squeeze and she cries out her orgasm, clamping down rhythmically over me.
“Daddy!” she screams.
My release comes soon after, exploding outward. I pump her full of my come and stop thrusting, leaning my forehead against her shoulder.
As soon as I pull out of her, Kingston stands and shoves his pants down. His cock springs free and he steps up to Ella, spreading her legs and lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and moans, probably sensitive from coming seconds ago.
Her wrists are still bound, her arms stretched up. Standing behind her, I cup her tits and pinch her nipples while she rides Kingston. I want to make her come a second time. I want her to feel us both, be filled by us both. I want her dripping with the proof of our love.
“Come again, baby girl,” I whisper, nipping her shoulder.
“I—I’m trying—” she says.
I twist one of her nipples. “Do it. Don’t think about it. Obey your daddies.”
“Come for us,” King says.
“Right fucking now, princess,” I say.
She wails, her body going tight and rigid. King pumps into her several more times before grunting and going still. Shuddering, Ella leans her head back against my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her in a hug while Kingston pulls out. Ella’s legs slide to the floor.
“You did great, princess,” I say, kissing her head.
While Kingston unties the rope, I massage her arms. “Feeling okay?” I ask.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, I love hearing her call me Daddy at random times. I love it during sex, but I love it before and after, too.
I pull her into my arms and carry her to bed while Kingston gets a warm washcloth to clean her up. Once she’s all dry, she says, “I’m starving. How about Naked Dinner?”
“Naked dinner?” I ask, laughing.
“Yeah. Not completely naked, but everyone eats in their underwear.”
“Is this some sort of custom or tradition I’ve never heard about?” Kingston asks.
She lifts a shoulder and smirks. “I just made it up.”
“Naked Dinner.” I nod. “Let it be so.”
Giggling, Ella puts on her bra. Then she looks around for her panties. Finding the lace shredded, she sticks her tongue out at me and goes to the dresser to get a fresh pair.
Naked Dinner is a hit as we lounge in the living room, eating leftover Indian takeout and watching a South Korean soap opera that Ella insists Kingston and I will love.
We don’t love it, but we happily watch it because Ella’s so happy.
After dinner and a second, excruciatingly long episode of the K-drama, we head to bed, King and I on either side of Ella. None of us are sleepy, though. Ella wiggles one way, then the other.
“Isn’t your birthday coming up?” King asks her.
“Yes,” she says, sounding surprised. “How’d you know?”
“Back when you were still seeing Joel—” he begins.
“ The asshole ,” I cough.
Kingston clears his throat. “Back when you were seeing him, we talked about our star signs or something. You said you’re Aries. That’s around now, isn’t it?”
“It is.” She rolls over, taking the sheet with her to wrap around her naked breasts.
Frowning, I tug the sheet free and kiss across her chest.
“What day is your birthday?” I ask.
“April fifth.”
Just a couple of weeks away.
Her legs move over mine through the sheet. Greedy girl, she’s already angling for another round.
I yank the sheet away from her and kiss down her smooth belly, removing her panties as I go. If my greedy girl wants another round, who am I to deny her?
Kingston
A week goes by. The detectives—both the San Esteban PD and the Ironwood private investigation team—are losing hope for Kristin.
No ransom has been called in, no new clues have been found.
The eyewitness and traffic cam footage of the van with the people who took her haven’t given us any solid leads.
I’ve been drowning in work, fielding calls from both the press and from an increasingly irate Marco Ruberetta, who doesn’t seem to understand that “the pretty little thing” who’d been managing his accounts has been fucking kidnapped .
All of the work, though, means that I’ve once again been neglecting the person who is most important to me.
And I aim to fix that. I’ve checked in with Grant and a few of the other higher-ups at Tyler Analytics, and they can steer the ship for a few hours this morning. Ella has the day off, so I go into the bedroom where she’s still sleeping, and wake her up with a kiss.
“Morning, Kingston,” she murmurs, opening her eyes and stretching.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Bash is spending time with his uncle’s family today,” I say, “but I wanted to treat you to something.”
“What is it?” she asks, sitting up.
“An early birthday present.”
She looks around the room, where there are no presents to be seen. Giving me a sly, flirtatious look, she says, “Is the present hiding in your pants?”
I laugh. “No. We’re going shopping. Get ready and we’ll go.”
I have Garth drive us so I can sit close to her and cuddle her in the back seat. I don’t want any distractions.
“Do you know what time we’ll be done?” she asks.
“What else do you have going on today?”
“A post-lunch coffee date with Natasha, to celebrate her new job. I can ask her to reschedule, though—she won’t mind.”
“We’ll only need a couple of hours,” I say. “Then I can take you to lunch and be done in time for your coffee date.”
“Sounds good.”
Her phone chimes with a notification and she tugs it from her handbag. After swiping and jabbing at the screen for a moment, she frowns.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Another thanks-but-no-thanks from a restaurant job I applied to.”
“You’re still applying to more jobs?” I ask. “I thought you were monetizing your VideYou channel.”
“I haven’t even been paid from my VideYou income. There’s a delay between earnings and actual pay-out.” She shakes her head. “What if they shut down my account? What if VideYou implodes? It could all come crashing down. It’s not a dependable way to make money.”
“Not yet, it’s not,” I agree. “But Ella, there’s more to go. This is just the beginning.”
She gnaws on her lip. “I guess.”
“You have a safety net now.” I give her knee a brief squeeze. “Bash and I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Hell, we’d pay off whatever debts you have if you’d let us.”
She opens her mouth to protest.
“I know you don’t want that,” I’m quick to say. “But to us, it’s just money, and we hate to see you struggling. We’ll offer from time to time, and maybe one day you’ll allow us to take care of you in that way. When you’re ready.”
Sighing, she leans her head on my shoulder. “We’ll see.”
Damn right, we’ll see. I can’t wait until she allows us to help her.
We arrive at Angeli’s, the best lingerie boutique in San Esteban and, if reviews are to believed, the best in Southern California.
Ella stops short at the door and gives me a reluctant smile.
“We’re going to have to come back some other time,” she says.
“They’re closed for a private shopping event. ”
Grinning, I take her hand and knock on the door.
“ We are the private shopping event?” Ella squeaks.
“That’s right, little girl.”