Chapter 20
Twenty
Sebastian
King gives Ella another spank on her ass, and she moans.
“Well?” he says.
She gives him a sassy look. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll take it and like it.”
Bending at the waist, he trails kisses down her spine. “Good girl.” He turns to me. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“Fuck yeah. I’ve been wanting to fill this little princess’s ass for weeks.” Sadly, it’s with a plug instead of with my dick, but we’ll work up to that.
I coat the plug in lube, and then squirt some over Ella’s crack, smoothing it against her skin and pucker with my fingers. She makes a sound between a whimper and a sound of dismay.
“What’s wrong, little one?” Kingston asks.
“It’s so…I don’t know,” she says. “I shouldn’t like it.”
King grins over at me. She’s saying the exact right things for his corruption fetish. Hell, I’m into it, too.
“Does it feel too naughty?” I ask her, pushing the narrow end of the plug against her ass.
“Yes,” she says. “I don’t want to do this.”
“No?” I say. “Well, unless you’re going to use your safe word, too damn bad. We don’t care what you want.”
It’s a lie, of course. We care too fucking much what Ella wants. But this is the game, after all. Still, I whisper in her ear. “Your safe word is red , sweetheart. Use it if you need it.”
When she doesn’t give me her safe word, I begin easing the plug into her. She grips the comforter and gasps.
“Hold still,” I say, grabbing one of her hips and trying to keep her in place.
She’s simultaneously trying to get away and push back onto the plug, and it would be too damned funny if I wasn’t rock hard.
“Someday soon, that’s going to be my cock in there,” I whisper.
“And I’m not going to be gentle, baby girl. ”
She moans as I slide the plug in the rest of the way.
“You did great,” I say. “As a reward, you get to suck Kingston’s cock while I lick your pussy. Stand up by the edge of the bed.”
She moves into position slowly, her body adjusting to what I imagine is a new, thick sensation.
Once she’s there, I move her legs slightly apart and back from the edge of the bed.
Then I sit on the floor, my back against the bed, facing her pussy.
The mattress tilts behind me as King climbs up.
I hear his belt unfastening, his zipper coming down.
“Fuck yeah, little one,” he says. “You belong to your daddies, don’t you?”
I breathe in Ella’s sweet scent and press my mouth against her.
The gasp she makes is muted—her mouth is already full of Kingston.
I lick and suck away at her pussy, easing a finger into her tightness, feeling there is less room because of the plug. Fucking her is going to be amazing, but for now, I eat her out with full, open-mouthed sucking kisses—tasting, consuming.
Her moans increase in volume, but she’s been a bad girl, so I don’t let her come. I get up and find one of the floggers, pick it up, and start an underhanded crisscross motion, loving the way her ass jiggles slightly with every strike.
“You will tell us important things in the future,” King says, looking down at her with his brow furrowed in concentration.
She makes a strangled sound of assent.
I continue flogging her, watching her skin for signs of too much redness. But she’s pinking up perfectly. I take a break from flogging to run my hands over her skin, appreciating the moan she makes.
Enough spanking. My dick is so fucking hard, I feel like I could come in my pants. After unfastening the buttons, I pull out my cock.
I move to the side for a better view and jack myself slowly, watching as Kingston controls Ella’s head and the pace of his own thrusts.
The man fucks her face like a master, and I gotta admire his control.
For her part, Ella gazes up at him, her brown eyes soft with emotion. Love? It looks a lot like love to me.
A pang of jealousy moves through me, but I squash it down. I’m falling in love with her—hell, I’m past falling. I love that little girl. It looks like she’s already there with Kingston.
Could she ever possibly feel the same about me, after all I’ve done?
Before I have a chance to completely freak the fuck out, she turns that adoring gaze on me. Brown, trusting eyes full of so much feeling.
She doesn’t even have to say it. She loves me, too.
“I’m going to come in your pretty mouth,” King grunts. “You’re going to swallow every drop, and then you’re going to fucking thank me, little girl. You’re going to thank us for every dirty thing we make you do, do you understand?”
She gazes at him once more and moans with an affirmative tone, her lips stretched around his base.
“Fuck,” King says, holding her cheeks in his hands as his body goes taut.
Ella’s delicate throat moves as she swallows, and King pulls out of her.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says, her voice rough. “Thank you for the punishments, Daddies.”
As she stands up, the expression on her face makes me want to laugh—she’s equal parts turned on and uncomfortable as fuck.
“Is there a big plug stuck in your ass, baby girl?” I say.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Weird.”
King reaches around her and does something with it—probably wiggles it from the base.
Ella gasps and gives him an affronted look. “Daddy!”
He grins.
“Do you need to come, Ella?” I ask.
Looking at me from beneath her eyelashes, she nods.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, please. Hard.”
“Hard, huh?” I exchange a look with Kingston. “You’ve got that big old plug in your ass—”
“I don’t care,” she says. “I’m strong, and I want it hard.”
“Well, what my princess wants, my princess gets.” I grin at the way her eyes widen, an ‘oh shit’ expression that tells me she maybe didn’t expect me to agree so readily. “I’ll get protection for you first.”
She shakes her head. “It’s okay.”
“No condom?” I ask.
“We already talked,” she says. “I trust you both.”
I take two strides until I’m standing directly in front of her. My jeans are low, my cock jutting forward from when I’d been stroking myself. Ella’s gaze dips to it and she licks her lips.
“I’m hard for you, princess,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers. “This is all for you. If you want it.”
“I do, Daddy,” she whispers.
“Then lie back on the bed,” I say, taking her hand.
She moves onto her back, wincing as the plug likely shifts inside of her. Kingston gets comfortable at the other side of the bed, his gaze rapt on Ella’s naked body. I climb over her, pushing her legs apart with mine.
“You doing okay?” I ask.
She nods. “This is perfect.”
I brush tendrils of her hair back from her face and kiss her mouth. I shove my jeans farther down my hips and notch myself at her entrance. Bare with my princess for the very first time. Her pussy is wet and warm and I start to slide in.
“Daddy,” she moans, clutching my arms.
She feels tighter than usual, because of the plug.
“You’re not going to fit in here with that thing,” she says in a breathy voice.
“You can take me, princess, I promise you.” I hook her leg around my waist.
Her mouth falls open as I ease in farther. “I—I don’t know—”
“You can tell me to stop at any time, Ella,” I whisper, kissing her cheeks. “You can always tell me to stop. I’ll listen. Safe word or not. You’re in charge.”
I need her to believe that more than I need to breathe.
Reaching up, she cups my cheek, her fingers soft as they sift through my whiskers. “I know, Daddy. I want you to keep going. I trust you.”
“It’s going to feel so good for you, princess.”
Slowly, I thrust in farther. I’m vaguely aware of Kingston watching, and he says, “You’re doing good, little girl.”
Face twisting as her body adjusts to my intrusion, Ella says, “Thank you, Daddy. I—I needed this. The sex…the punishment. All of it.”
I kiss the hollow of her throat and press inside even more, until I’m all the way in.
Ella’s chest rubs against mine as I begin pulling out and pushing in. She’s so wet, but so tight, and the heat of her hugging me is incredible. “You feel unbelievably good, princess,” I whisper before dragging my lips over hers.
She cries out as I change the angle inside of her.
“That’s good?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. “More, Daddy. Right there.”
I repeat the move, keeping the angle exactly the same for her. Pretty soon, her pussy is fluttering and squeezing me.
“Are you going to come?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes! Yes, soon!”
“Good,” I say. “Come on my cock, princess. Come hard and shout for your daddies.”
“Daddy!” she yells, her pussy clamping over me in rhythmic squeezes.
I follow her into an orgasm of my own, emptying into the sweetness of her, joining with her completely.
I remain inside of her for a long moment, savoring her heat and the soft shudders of her body while she comes down.
King gets up and returns a moment later with a damp washcloth.
I pull out of Ella and he washes her between her legs and eases the plug from her ass.
Once she’s all cleaned up, we lie down once more, me on one side of her, Kingston on the other.
“You still went easy on me with the punishments,” she murmurs into my shoulder.
Kingston traces the curls splayed across her back with his finger. “Maybe. Does that bother you?”
“My ass is grateful,” she says with a sleepy little laugh.
Reaching around her, I cup one of her ass cheeks and give it a little squeeze.
“Ouch,” she says, but she says it on a happy sigh. “I really did need this night with you both.”
“We weren’t too hard on you, even though we went easy?” I ask.
She shakes her head and nuzzles in closer to me. “No. It was…I’m not sure how to describe it. Cathartic? I felt like, in giving you control, I claimed back my power. Does that make sense?”
“I’ve heard it described that way before,” Kingston says.
“Well, I needed it. I knew I should’ve told you about the attack, and I would probably keep it to myself again in the same circumstance. But I felt guilty the whole time, and now…I feel absolved.”
“We always want to know,” I tell her. “You won’t feel like you have to choose between getting me back and telling us important things ever again.”
“Thank you, Daddies,” she whispers, then closes her eyes and falls asleep.
Ella
When I wake up in the early hours of the morning, Kingston is gone. Sebastian is sitting up in bed next to me, awake and looking at his phone. When I stretch, he murmurs, “Good morning, princess.”
“Good morning,” I say, rolling over to face him fully. I press a kiss to his elbow, the closest part of him I can reach.
He chuckles. “You’re such a sweetheart.”
His gaze flicks back to his phone screen, though, and a troubled wrinkle appears on his brow.
“Is everything okay in the world?” I ask.
“Yeah. Everything’s okay. I’m just…well, I’m working on a statement.”
It sounds ominous. At least, his tone does. “What kind of statement?”
“Well,” he says, “I’m going to go public with the story. Just…confess everything.”
“Confess everything?” My heart stops in my chest, going cold.
“Yeah. About that night. I’m tired of hiding it all.”
“You can’t do that,” I say. “It’ll ruin you.”
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t change what happened, but at least I’m not getting away with a heinous crime.”
“A crime you don’t even remember!” I sit up and tug the sheets around my chest and waist. This doesn’t feel like a naked conversation.
He can’t do this—he’ll lose everything. Worst of all, he’ll lose the respect of people who’ve looked up to him for years and years.
If he really, truly assaulted that woman, then he deserves public censure, if not worse.
But as of right now, I’m not entirely convinced it even happened.
Kingston has said he doesn’t trust Trina.
Sebastian doesn’t even trust Trina anymore.
But everyone’s swallowing her story? Are they that reluctant to talk about this one hurtful event from seven years ago?
Bullshit.
He says, “It doesn’t matter whether I remember it or not—I need to get it out in the open so I can move past it.”
“That makes no sense,” I say. “Why? Why do you need to do that?”
“Because I fucking love you, okay?” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to be scared when you’re with me. If I get it all out, then maybe I can get some real help, or maybe you’ll…I don’t know. Maybe you’ll see that I’m not worth it.”
He loves me? My breath catches in my throat while my heart squeezes in on itself.
But of course he tells me this when we’re in the middle of an argument. Asshole.
“First of all, I’m not scared when I’m with you,” I say.
He rubs his beard, uncomfortable. “Maybe you should be.”
“You still don’t believe I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.” I can’t do this. I can’t stand the way he thinks about himself, the way he isn’t forgiving himself. Emotion jams my throat, making it hard to breathe.
“I shouldn’t even be alone with you right now,” he says. “What if I were to hurt you? What if something happened, fuck, I don’t even know what. What if I lost control?”
He’s not making any sense, and I’m not sure how to convince him of that. I need time to think, and space, and just…I don’t know how to handle this, at all.
“You don’t trust yourself,” I say. “And you don’t trust me . That fucking hurts, Sebastian.” I clamber out of the big bed and start putting on my clothes.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Home. I have to get ready for work, and honestly, I’m feeling kind of pissed right now. Please notice I’m not going to just fuck off to who knows where without telling you.”
He throws his phone down beside him on the bed. “That’s enough of that, young lady.”
I scoff. “You can only act like my daddy when you stop acting like a child.”
His eyes narrow. I don’t wait to hear whatever snappy retort he’s formulating, and I get the hell out of there, jamming the button of his elevator over and over until it opens and takes me away.
He didn’t follow me or try to keep me from leaving.
Did I want him to?
As the elevator lowers me to the ground floor, doubts begin to creep into my head.
Maybe I was too hard on him. Is my pride hurt that my love isn’t enough to fix the aching bruises on his heart?
Maybe that’s it—the whole “I should be important enough to save you” fallacy coming into the relationship.
Whatever it is, obviously my belief in him, my love for him, isn’t enough.
That’s it, then.
I’ll fix it another way.
I must get answers about that night. Sebastian isn’t interested in pursuing them. Kingston is too busy with work.
I’m not a detective. But I’m going to figure this out.