Chapter 17
Seventeen
Kingston
The next day is Sunday. I woke up to Ella pinning me down, her hands on my shoulders and her pussy lined up with my hardening cock.
“Don’t go to the office today, Daddy,” she whispered, rubbing against me.
Manipulative as fuck, but I couldn’t complain.
She rode me quietly and I looked over to see if Bash was awake—he was, of course. After I finished in her pussy, he took a turn as well.
Afterward, we had breakfast, and Ella suggested inviting Kristin over for dinner.
“She might be scared,” Ella said, “or maybe she hasn’t gone grocery shopping yet. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to be alone.”
I called Kristin to invite her, she said yes, and now the four of us are seated around the dining table in my penthouse, making awkward conversation while eating Japanese take-out.
Ella looks cute as ever in a light pink top and matching skirt, and I find my gaze wandering over to her more often than not.
After a forced exchange about summer travel plans, Kristin finally says, “Okay. I know you’re all wondering what it was like being the Hacklers’ forced, long-term guest.”
“We would never ask you to talk about it,” Ella says, “but if you want to talk about it, I think any of us would listen.”
Kristin smiles at her, and I’m pleased because I can see she genuinely likes Ella, and vice versa. “If I didn’t want to talk about it, I wouldn’t bring it up,” Kristin says. “I have a therapy session lined up for tomorrow, first thing.”
“That sounds smart,” Ella says.
“Yeah. The hospital insisted. They want me to process my feelings. I know my feelings, though. Mostly I’m just mad.”
Ella nods, a sympathetic look on her face.
Kristin goes on, “I was kept in what I guess was a modified guest house? It had a studio set up. Single room with a bathroom. There was a kitchen, but all the knives and sharp things were gone, and the stove didn’t work.
The windows were barred. The doors were locked from the outside.
I found out later that the staff had been told I was a distant relative who had voluntarily turned herself over to the family to get weaned off of substance abuse. ”
“That is fucked up,” Bash says.
“Yeah.” Kristin nudges some rice around on her plate with her chopsticks.
“I don’t know who brought me food every morning—he always wore a mask.
I thought that was a good thing, that if I never saw his face, it meant I had some hope of getting away.
If I saw his face, it probably meant I would be killed. ”
I can’t imagine living like that—and for a month, too.
“I’m so sorry,” Ella says.
With a little shrug, Kristin says, “Otherwise, I sat around. I tried to come up with an escape plan. Once, I even tried attacking the guy who brought my food. But as soon as I got close, he held up a gun, so I backed away again. He told me we were out in the middle of nowhere and even if I escaped the house, I wouldn’t be able to find my way back to San Esteban.
I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but the place was really quiet—no traffic sounds, no neighbors.
” She squeezes her eyes shut briefly. “It was a silent, unending nightmare. Every time I asked when I could go home, he told me I just needed to wait a little longer. Every time. But ‘a little longer’ kept getting further and further away.”
Her eyes fill with tears. Bash and I look at each other, unsure of what to do. Kristin’s a tough woman, and to see her undone like this, well, I freeze like a bunny rabbit facing down a wolf.
But sweet Ella scoots her chair back and goes around the table to put her arms around Kristin.
“I’m sorry,” Kristin says in a choked voice. “I think I needed to talk about this, but I’ve just dumped all my trauma on you, and that isn’t right.”
“We offered,” Ella says, rubbing Kristin’s shoulders and giving me a hard look.
“Yes, it’s perfectly okay,” I add. “We’re here to listen any time. And you should take as much time as you need before coming back to the office. Just in case you didn’t know that.”
“I do,” Kristin says. “Thanks. I think I should start heading home now. What can I do to help clean up?”
“Not a thing.” Bash stands and starts collecting plates. “I’ve got it covered.”
We say our goodbyes and Kristin leaves. Ella meets my gaze as soon as the elevator doors close.
“Are you all right, little one?” I ask her.
She nods. “I feel so bad for her, going through all of that. I’m glad she wasn’t abused—at least, not that she said. But I can’t even imagine sitting in that building for weeks on end, never knowing why, never knowing when she’d get to leave.”
We help Bash clear the table. As we work, I can’t help but allow the relief to hit me. Kristin’s okay, and Rayanne and Steve are in jail awaiting whatever faces them in the criminal justice system.
And Joel—Joel is gone.
I shouldn’t feel happy that my ex and her husband are put away and that my son is on the run. He’ll be found eventually. As soon as he runs out of money. I doubt he has the grit necessary to survive out in the world without his luxury items.
And at the same time, I’m relieved he’s not in police custody. He’s my son. It’s not that I want him to go free, it’s just my heart is so torn by the whole thing.
Ella comes over and takes my hand, lifts it to her lips, and kisses my knuckles. “Hey,” she says. “Whatever you’re feeling right now, it’s okay. It’s normal.”
I cup her cheeks in my hands. “I feel like an asshole. When I found out Joel got away…I was mad at him for taking part in all of this…but I was also relieved he wasn’t caught. Isn’t that fucked up?”
“Not at all.” She turns her head to the side and kisses my palm.
It is fucked up, though, and I guess it shows that a father’s love isn’t always rational.
I still want the little fucker to meet justice—I want that more than I want him to evade it. But the softer parts of my heart grieve for the little boy I didn’t get to raise.
“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Ella asks.
I shake my head. I think I’m beyond help.
Sebastian
King is obviously feeling down after Kristin leaves. I don’t blame him. He offers to help with what little there is to clean up, but I wave him away. He goes into the living area and picks up a book, but every time I look over at him, he doesn’t appear to be reading.
Ella comes over to me while I’m loading dishes into the dishwasher. “Kingston’s unhappy,” she says in a quiet voice.
I nod. “It’s nothing to do with you, though, princess. He’ll get over it.”
“I know,” she says. “He’s just been confronted with all the shit his son and ex-wife have done. And hearing what Kristin went through can’t be easy, either. I just wish I knew how to cheer him up.”
“How does he cheer you up?” I ask.
Her eyes widen as she remembers the yesterday when he dominated her out of a bad mood. I wasn’t there, but I got so fucking hard hearing about it after King went to the police station, I had to spread Ella out on the couch and fuck her, too.
“I don’t think he wants to do any of that right now,” she says, fiddling with the gauzy fabric of her skirt.
I grab her wrist and pull her toward me. Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I whisper, “He doesn’t have to do any of that, princess. Don’t you know—both of us like to watch.”
When I bite her earlobe, she gasps. I love the way her body responds to me. My dick is instantly hard and I push Ella against the kitchen counter, rubbing against her to relieve the aching lust I feel.
“Bash,” she moans.
“ Daddy ,” I correct her, my voice stern.
“Daddy,” she repeats.
I lift up the hem of her blouse. The warm skin of her tummy is smooth and inviting as I travel my hand up to her breasts. Her lacy bra is a barrier I don’t mind, especially when I scratch my short nails over her nipples behind the fabric and she gasps again.
“Is he watching?” I whisper in her ear.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks past my shoulder. “Yes,” she breathes.
“Good.” I ease her shirt up and pull it over her head, then lower my mouth to her tits.
There, I suck and kiss her nipples through the fabric of her bra.
She tries to hold my head, bringing me closer, but I grab her wrists and carefully place her hands to each side of her on the counter.
“Don’t let go,” I say loudly. “Be a good girl for Daddy.”
She nods, her eyes wide, her lips parted.
I move to her chest again, sucking hard on her nipples, grazing them with my teeth.
“Daddy,” she gasps, then grabs my head again.
“You’re being naughty,” I say, taking her hands yet again and putting them on the counter. “I bet you’re nice and wet now. Is your other daddy watching you?”
She nods.
“You look directly at him. This whole time, I want your eyes on Kingston. Got it, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I leave her bra on, because I like the way the light pink lace looks with damp spots over her nipples. Then I lift up her skirt, hiking it to her hips and pinning it there between her ass and the counter.
“So pretty,” I say, admiring her pink lace panties. I slide them aside and run my finger over Ella’s wet pussy, sliding over her folds and rubbing her clit.
She moans and looks down at what I’m doing.
“Eyes on me,” Kingston says from the living room.
With a gasp, Ella looks past me. “Sorry, Daddy.”
A surge of satisfaction moves through me. He’s watching. He’s into it. Together, Ella and I can help him.
I unfasten my jeans and shove them down enough to free my dick, then I rub the head over Ella’s sweet cunt, coating my tip in her arousal. She’s a little too short to make standing-up sex comfortable, so I lift her up and set her on the edge of the counter.
“There we go, sweetheart,” I say, before plunging into paradise.
“Daddy,” she moans, but it’s not me she’s looking at—it’s Kingston.
I turn her slightly to the side so he can get a better view of our little girl.
Fuck, she feels so fucking good. And knowing that our pleasure is also getting Kingston’s mind off of shit is even better.
I kiss Ella’s mouth, and down her throat, where I suck on her neck.
She keeps her hands on the counter where I put them.
Her pussy hugs me tight as I stroke in and out, telling her what a good girl she is, how I didn’t even have to spank her once today but I might spank her later.
I look at her face and her eyes briefly flick to me before returning to the living room past my shoulder.
“He’s still watching?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Good. He knows just how tight you are, how sweet you taste and smell. He knows what it’s like to feed his cock into your little cunt. He’s as good as fucking you right now, right here in this moment.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck, Daddy. Daddies —”
She comes hard, her pussy clenching my cock, rippling around me. I follow her over the edge, my hips freezing against her thighs as I shoot my load into her, my cock pulsing with the release.
Ella lets go of the counter and winds her arms around my shoulders, hanging onto me as if for dear life.
“Do you think it worked?” I whisper in her ear.
She nods. “Yeah, look behind you.”
Kingston has entered the kitchen area, and he’s unbuttoning his pants.
Ella grins.
Ella
Work on Monday seems anticlimactic after the exciting weekend we had. Cora and Terrence drive me there and keep out of my way while I do my cleaning. They’ve got to be bored to tears, but neither of them shows it.
As I work, I think about everything that happened. My ex is in hiding like the cockroach he is, and his mom and stepfather are in police custody.
Most importantly, Kristin was rescued. I thought I would be jealous of the woman who claimed so much of Kingston’s attention over the past month, but dinner with her put all of my fears and insecurities to rest. She’s a perfectly nice woman, but she’s completely wrong for Kingston and Sebastian.
There’s something very brisk and forceful about her.
They’re good qualities, because who doesn’t want to be strong and commanding?
But those qualities aren’t for my men.
They want me. Why? I have no idea. But I’m so fucking glad.
We complement each other so well—Bash helped me pull Kingston out of his bad mood last night.
I got two orgasms out of the deal, so it was a win.
When I’m with them, I feel like the three of us just “get” each other, and I feel like I have a family again.
As if summoned by thoughts of family, my brother calls me as I’m leaving Dorado Terrace for the day. I start to gesture to Cora and Terrence that they can go on without me before remembering they’re my guards, not some buddies. It’s their job to stick close.
With a sigh, I answer the call. “Hello, Tommy.”
“E, how are you?”
“I’m okay,” I say in a guarded voice. “And you?”
“You think I’m calling to ask you for money,” he says, sounding offended.
I can’t tell him he’s wrong, so I keep my mouth shut.
“Well, I’m not asking for money,” he says. “Things are good, and I’m taking off for a little while. I just don’t want you to worry.”
“Worry? Tommy, I’m always worried about you. Where are you going? For how long? Can you call me to check in?”
“Hey,” he says sharply. “Growing up, you and I got by without a mother. I don’t need you trying to take her place all of a sudden.”
Well, if he didn’t act like a child, I wouldn’t feel the need to parent him. But he has a point, however foolish it is, so I take a deep breath and exhale before saying, “Okay, fine. Can you give me any details on these travel plans of yours?”
“No. But don’t worry, little sis, I’m going to be fine.”
Something about his vague-yet-happy-go-lucky tone makes alarm bells start clanging in my head. “Let’s grab some lunch before you go,” I say. “I’m free right now and I can meet you anywhere.”
“No can do. I’m already on my way out of town.”
“I don’t feel good about this, Tommy. Can you put off the trip for another day? I want to hang out.”
“Oh, now you want to spend time with me.” He gives a sarcastic laugh. “You couldn’t stand the sight of me the last few times I’ve seen you. What’s causing the sudden change?”
“I’m worried about you,” I say quietly.
“Well, stop. Like I said. I don’t need a mom. I’ll call you when I get back in town. Let’s see if you still want to have lunch with me then.”
My phone beeps abruptly, signaling the end of the call.
“You butthole,” I say, smashing the ‘call back’ icon.
It goes straight to voicemail.