Chapter 9 ELLA #3
“Hi honey, how are you?”
“Fine.”
Ella heard the heaviness in her daughter’s tone and cringed.
“Are you going to Annie’s rehearsal tonight?”
“I play a thousand games a year, and nobody comes to every single one.”
Ella turned her kettle on, taking a deep breath. If Annie was the easygoing, mild-mannered one, Madison was the one who was more stubborn and rough around the edges.
“A thousand games? It’s that many?” Ella practically heard her daughter’s eye roll.
“You know what I mean, Mom. Aunt Rosalind always comes to Annie’s stuff and not mine.”
“Well…” Ella suddenly didn’t have the energy to defend Zee’s sister-in-law.
It’s not that she didn’t like Rosalind; it’s just… she found her hard to relate to.
“Do you want Aunt Rosalind to come to more games?”
“That’s not it,” Madison said.
Ella heard the door slam and wondered where her daughter was at the moment.
“I have a lot going on. Maybe I’ll just drop out and nobody will have to come to my games.”
“Maddie! You love soccer.”
“Yep, I love soccer and I hate school. You know what I want to do, Mom.”
Ella sighed as she took out a mug.
Last year, a professional European team approached Madison with an offer.
Madison wanted to accept the offer, but Zee told her not to, insisting that she finish her education.
With the girls’ education, Ella had deferred much of that conversation to Zee.
After all, he knew how education and sports intertwined and what the best options would be for the girls.
But secretly, Ella agreed with Madison.
If she had the chance to play for a pro team now, she should do that.
Universities weren’t going anywhere.
Madison could always complete her degree after.
Parenting was where their dynamic stayed out of it, and they decided together whatever was best for the girls, staying a unified front.
“Madison, it’s not that bad.” Ella poured the boiling water over her tea bag.
“I know I flunked the last test I took. It’s an effort to maintain my grades.”
“We agreed to take it semester by semester, right?”
“Whatever, Mom, you know nothing about maintaining a course load, okay?”
Usually Ella could shrug off the barbs that Madison made while she was in this mood, but today, they stung.
“Has the offer expired?” Ella gripped her mug as she asked it.
“No, but the clock is running down on it.”
“I think we should talk it over with Dad again, okay? Call us tonight.”
The silence on the other end of the phone went on for so long she was sure Madison had hung up.
“Fine. But I can just sign it on my own, you know.”
Ella bit the inside of her lip.
She had kind of expected Madison to do that before now.
Madison didn’t need her parents’ permission to drop out of school or sign a contract.
Part of her wanted Madison to be gutsy enough to go for it on her own.
“You could,” Ella said. “And we’ll support you. I can’t promise Dad won’t be mad about it, but we love you.”
“Love you too. Thanks, Mom.”
Ella hung up, wondering if Madison had taken that for permission and if Zee would take it out on her.
But she’d deal with that later.
She didn’t want her daughter to end up regretting her choice.
But what did she know? Her daughter was right; she only had a high school education.
She never even held a job, going from working her parents’ farm, to helping them out at their market stall, to being Zee’s wife, where she raised their daughters while making Halloween costumes for everyone.
When he retired, she handled his guest speaking bookings, made corsets with proceeds going to the foundation, sat on charity boards and did volunteer work.
Ella didn’t regret her life.
But she wondered, if she could go back in time, what would she have done?
She glanced at the corsets on her mannequin.
Her friend Sasha worked for a fashion designer, and it sounded stressful.
Ella sighed, sat at the piano and let her hands float over the keys, exhaling the tension from the conversation with her daughter.
She thought of the job offer Annie had shared with her but knew it wasn’t for her and she had a fantastic life.
Giving way to the music cleared her head and she started on a piece by Cramer, forgetting that she actually knew it until the notes rang out.
Ella was so lost in the music, she startled when firm hands clamped down on her shoulders.
“Sorry, Master, I didn’t hear you come in!”
“And again, no greeting at the door, my love?” He nipped her ear, his lips skimming the sensitive flesh of her nape, making her nipples pebble.
“You usually text me,” Ella panted, her voice strained from the bite of pain.
“Wouldn’t want to set you up to fail. Except you like it when I do.”
The amusement clear in Zee’s tone rang around the room, setting off a spark of anticipation that heated her blood.
A poker-hot shiver raced down Ella’s spine as she leaned her head against Zee’s flat stomach.
Zee gathered her hair in a fist, pulled her head to him.
Her mouth went dry at the heat in his gaze and she shivered as he cupped her nape and kissed her deeply, until her nipples drew tight and she got a bit dizzy staring up at him from that angle, laughing she pushed away.
“Oh, you’re greeting me now? That’s a fun change.” Ella got the words out even though heat climbed up her neck.
Zee cocked an eyebrow at her.
“What I wanted to do, slave, was sneak behind you, bend you over this piano bench like this-” He planted his hands on either side of her waist, guiding her up, then he pressed his hand on her back until she folded over in half.
“And have my way with you. That’s exactly what I am going to do for your failed greeting.”
His steely voice made her pussy throbbed with need and she laughed.
“Yes, Master.”
Giving Zee the control to use her, however, whenever he wanted, was one part about their power exchange that Ella loved the most.
“Good girl,” he arranged her a little more, so she was up on her tiptoes, her fingertips grazing the floor.
“Get that skirt on your back and spread for me, girl.”
The command in his voice had her obeying, flipping her skirt up kind of awkwardly so she didn’t lose balance and fall on her face.
Zee’s low chuckle confirmed he liked seeing her struggle, enjoyed putting her in this debasement.
Her cheeks flamed because she still found it embarrassing, no matter how often she was in this position.
Half of her wanted to flee, to run somewhere and lock herself behind a closed door; the other part of herself wanted to throw herself at Zee and beg him to do more to her.
But this is what her Dom had asked for, and Ella obeyed, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling them wide.
A cool breath of air caressed her skin, making her shiver with anticipation.
Her heart raced as she felt the weight of his body press against hers, the firm outline of his thighs against her ass sending waves of heat through her.
She swallowed when she heard Zee’s belt buckle loosen and felt the weight of his thighs against her ass.
“Now that’s the slutty sight I love,” he brought his palm down hard on her ass.
Her pulsed race wildly.
“Yes Sir!” The warmth of his palm spread and she closed her eyes on the delicious swell of pain.
“Now move for me a little,” Zee guided her so her hips came off the bench a little.
When he nudged her legs open, Ella felt her juices leak between her thighs.
“Perfect.”
And then he spanked her again, the crack of his hand loud in the room, causing her to jump, the pain flooding her bottom.
“Sir!” Ella cried out as he spanked her again, heat flaring across her ass.
He held her waist, steadying her. “Going to move you down, yep, there. Are you balanced?”
“Sort of.”
He shifted and she felt the edge of the bottle of lube in his hand and sighed, contentedly as Zee squirted the lube into his palm.
A shiver of desire rolled through her as Zee slid his cool fingers along her sensitive skin and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as tremors of desire flared deep in her belly.
“I’m going to do this quick.”
“Sir!” She moaned as he worked his fingers in her hole.
Her hips came off the bench, needing more.
His erection throbbed against her crack and he moved her against him, so she fit exactly right.
“Give me what I want girl,” Zee pressed a hand on her shoulder, as he pushed against her opening.
She whimpered, high pitch and needy.
“And keep your balance. Yeah, that’s it. How does that feel?”
His bunched-up shirt brushed her naked back as Zee folded over her, his hot breath blowing against her ear and he pushed his cock into her, plunging deep into her.
“Oh fuck, Master! That’s so good. You’re filling me up.”
“This is what I thought about coming home to all day, slave.”
“Me too! Yes, more!” A high-pitched whine escaped her lips as she pushed back against him because she wanted wanted him to take her harder, deeper, faster.
“This perfect pussy belongs to me.” He kneaded thrust, his breath rugged and and familiar.
“Thank you for using me!”
The words ripped from her throat as he plowed into her with a powerful thrust and his weight sunk deeper in her as he was fully seated. Then he thrust back out.
“Sir!”
Sweat broke out at her tailbone, her nipples pinched as they caught the edge of the bench, adding to the fiery sensations coursing over her body.
Zee pulled her against him, plowing into her with everything he had, and she wanted it.
“Yeah, that’s my dirty girl, so desperate to be fucked by her husband that she asks for it. Yes, push against me again.”
She cried out with shame forming a knot deep in her belly, driving her arousal higher.
Ella obeyed, letting go of her precarious grip.
Zee held her hips, met her thrusts and returned with one of his, deep and fast.
She couldn’t catch her breath, her vision blurred and when he raked his fist through her hair and pulled, her pussy clamped around his cock, wanting to take even more.
"Who owns you, dear heart?” His done dripped with a sweet caress, and his fingers kneaded the back of her neck, easing every inch of tension from her body.
“You do, Master.” Her breath came out shaky and breathy.
“That’s right. You’re not going to forget it.” He punctuated every word with a quick, sharp thrust, making her squirm.
“No, Sir, I could never!” Ella’s legs trembled, and she wanted release.
She was so close to the edge as pleasure broke out deep from her core, climbing up, wanting to take her.
“You are mine, always!” Zee roared the words as his hot release exploded in her and his fingers swiped through her wetness, his thumb pressing on her clit. He finger-fucked her roughly and the sensations caught her in a pleasure twist she wanted to stay in.
"Please, Master! Please!"
“Come now, Ella!” Zee pinched her clit in between his fingers.
The orgasm exploded, capturing her senses, waves of pleasure crashing against her, thick and hot.
Zee wrapped an arm around her midsection, and kissed her, all hot possession.
Ella shuddered from the aftereffects as she closed her eyes, giving over to his kiss.
“You’re mine, Ella.”
“Yes, Master.”
Zee cupped her face in his palm, then he straightened out her top, and smoothed out her skirt.
“You may shower when you get home tonight but go reapply your lipstick.”
“Yes, Master.” She bit her lip as she clamped her legs together against his sticky cum.
“I’m glad I came home in time.” Zee grinned cheekily at her.
“Me too!” She hurried into their bathroom, Zee following her.
“I have time for a quick shower. But you, my dirty girl, have to wait.” Zee grinned, setting his glasses on the counter.
She caught his lustful glance as he dropped a kiss against her cheek before giving her ass a spank and getting in the shower.
Ella picked up his clothes, tossed them in the hamper, and took out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt for him.
She grinned, watching the steam swirl around him as he scrubbed through the fogged-up shower door
There was no better way to start her evening than a quickie with her husband, and her vision was still flooded with the adrenaline surge.
***
“I don't like to admit my age, but I feel a million years old," Zee grumbled in the car on the way down to Club Bandit.
"Recovering from Roger and Nico take time." She couldn't hold back her laugh though, even as she tried to soothe him because she knew that being around his teammates brought all his fears of aging to the surface.
Zee's eyes crinkled as he laughed with her.
“Always good to see them, but I’m glad those two are out of my hair. Were they always that loud?” Zee cocked an eyebrow at her.
“I couldn’t say."
“How was your day?”
Ella shifted on the seat, not wanting to tell Zee about the call with Madison, at least not yet.
She wanted to get through this class that she and Helena had on the schedule for months.
“Kayleigh asked me to watch Luna last minute.”
“And you said yes. I think you do too much sometimes, dear heart.”
“I didn’t mind. She got called to work, and I could help.” Ella glanced out the window, a wave of regret crashing over her.
When she was a young mother with two toddlers to look after, her family was too far away to call for help.
But it worked out, she told herself fiercely.
“You and Helena enjoy your class. I have a meeting back at the house.”
“It’s a small group, we’ll be fine.” Ella leaned over for a kiss.
“I know.” The look of admiration Zee gave her made her nipples tighten under her corset.
“I’d better get in there.”
“Bye love. I’ll see you in an hour.”
Ella climbed out of the car, and waved as Zee returned up the hill.
Her chest hummed with a sense of absence from being away from him.
“Ella! Let’s get this class started!” Helena opened the front door of Club Bandit. “It’s going to be great.”
"With us teaching it's going to be five stars," Ella hurried up the steps to join her friend, grateful for everything she and her husband had built as she took in the view from the steps of Club Bandit.