Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Kingston
Bent at the waist and holding onto the couch for dear life, Ella squeals with each spanking Sebastian gives her. But like a good girl, she counts each one. After ten light spanks, her ass is faintly pink.
Bash runs his finger over the marks, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he catches my gaze. Without warning Ella, he slides his fingers down to her pussy.
She cries out in a tortured sound of pleasure.
“Nice and wet,” Bash says. “Did those spankings turn you on, sweetheart?”
Her face is flushed with lust and embarrassment, both. Her humiliation is beautiful—a thought which makes me feel like a sick fuck. I have to adjust my dick, which is pressing painfully against my zipper.
“Answer Daddy Sebastian, little one,” I say.
She frowns, but says, “Yes,” in a sullen voice.
“Yes, Daddy ,” he says.
“Oh, you don’t have to call me ‘daddy,’” she says.
He spanks her again.
She yelps.
“Count, princess.”
He spanks her ten more times, until she’s writhing in place, wiggling her legs around like she wants nothing more than to get away…or to fuck us.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she says. “I won’t be a brat, I promise!”
“You seem rather desperate,” I say, coming close so I can run my hands over her hot little backside. I grab her ass and squeeze. “Does this feel good?”
She moans.
“Sorry, I couldn’t understand you.” I squeeze harder.
Gasping, she says, “Yes, and no, Daddy.”
“Explain,” I say, lightening my grip, but not letting go.
“It stings, but it makes me feel good at the same time.”
“Where does it feel good?”
“You…you know,” she says.
Fuck yes, I love this game.
“Mm, no,” I say. “I think I need to hear you say it.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, an indignant expression on her face. “Between…my legs.”
“You mean your pussy? Your cunt? Your sweet little snatch?”
“Daddy!” She sounds affronted. “You’re being very crude.”
I drop to my knees behind her, spread her legs apart with my hands, and lick her.
Wriggling, she tries to push back against my face as I pull away.
“Was that crude?” I ask, replacing my tongue with my fingers. “Hmm?”
She doesn’t answer—she’s too busy thrusting back onto my fingers.
“You like it when we’re crude, don’t you?” I say.
Still no response. Bash grabs her by her hair, twisting her curls around his fist and lifting her head slightly so she looks at him. “Answer Daddy Kingston,” he says as he unfastens his pants. “Do you like it when we’re crude?”
“Yes, Daddies,” she whispers.
“Good, because we’re going to make you feel fantastic tonight.” He pulls his cock from his pants and holds it toward her mouth. “You’re going to make us feel fantastic, too. Open up, princess.”
She’s barely parted her lips before he shoves inside with a groan of satisfaction.
“Your mouth is so good, princess,” he says, thrusting slowly in and out.
I continue sliding my fingers through her folds, thrusting in time with Sebastian’s cock in her mouth. She tries to speed things up, but I hold her hips in place with my free hand.
Soon, she’s moaning and rocking involuntarily onto my fingers, chasing release. My hand is soaked in her juices, so I pull my fingers from her pussy and slide them up to her asshole. She whimpers a soft protest.
“If your mouth is full, your safe word is tapping one of us,” I remind her.
She makes no move to do so, and I breach her tight ring of muscle with my finger. Her whimper of uncertainty is precious.
“Tonight,” Bash says, “we’re going to fuck you there, princess. So get used to it. Let Daddy Kingston stretch you out.”
He continues fucking her mouth, going easy, while I finger fuck her ass.
I imagine how good it’s going to feel when one of us is buried in her pussy and the other is in her ass.
I slide a second finger into her, stretching her further.
My dick is so hard, I have to unfasten my pants and take it out.
I can’t wait to be fucking her with my cock instead of my fingers.
After another couple of minutes, during which Ella sounds like she’s being driven absolutely wild with lust, I pull my fingers from her ass.
She still has on a bra, and her panties and jeans are puddled around her ankles. Bash pulls his cock from her mouth and Ella turns around to look at me in question. “Why’d you stop, Daddy?”
I find a pack of wipes stowed in the drawer of an end table and clean off my fingers, then shove my pants and boxers down, take off my shirt, and sit back on the sofa.
Crooking my finger at Ella, I say, “Get the rest of the way naked, little girl, and climb over here on Daddy’s lap.”
Ella
My entire body feels like a live wire, like one touch in the right place—namely, my clit—could set me off.
I’ll light up, or explode, or short-circuit.
I don’t know. All I know is that everything is sensitive.
Having Sebastian fuck my mouth while Kingston stretched out my ass like that? Fucking incredible.
And they’re going to take me… there …tonight.
My ass.
I’ve been wanting it and dreading it in equal measure. Mostly wanting. But I’m afraid it will hurt. Their cocks aren’t small!
Kingston’s still waiting for me, leaning with his arms stretched out along the back of the sofa.
He looks like royalty, like a king waiting for his sweet, innocent servant to come over and pleasure him.
He’s completely at his ease, despite the stiffness of his cock, which is jutting up and waiting for my very eager pussy.
I’m so aroused, even the soft brush of my thighs against each other as I walk to him threatens to set me off.
When I start to put a knee on either side of his muscular thighs, he stops me.
“Face the other way, sweetheart. But first, give Daddy a kiss.”
I lean forward and place a tentative kiss on his lips. He grabs my shoulders and holds me in place, turning the kiss into a decadent play of tongues and lips. I’m panting by the time he ends the kiss.
His voice is gruff as he says, “Good girl. Turn around, now,” and pats my hip.
It’s patronizing and almost a little demeaning and yet…I love it? These men turn my head around and around. I shouldn’t be surprised when their twisted forms of love and affection work for me, though. It has all worked on me from the very beginning.
I ease back onto Kingston’s lap. Sebastian helps me, holding me up and saying, “Kneel on the couch, here,” so I arrange my knees on either side of Kingston’s thighs.
“Down you go,” Kingston says, smoothing a hand along my side. “Right onto my cock, little one. You can do it.”
“It’s so big,” I gasp. “It’s not going to fit in my ass.”
“Watch your language,” he says. “And I’m not putting it in your ass…yet.”
That yet holds a weighty promise. Titillated and scared at the same time, I lower myself down. Kingston holds up his cock and it slowly fills me.
Sebastian tilts my chin up so I’m looking at him while Kingston thrusts in and out, slowly getting me acclimated to his thickness.
It’s been a few days, and the intrusion is a stretch.
And freaking hell, it feels amazing. Hazel eyes on mine, Sebastian reaches down and cups one of my breasts, soft at first around my nipple, and then slowly applying more and more pressure until he’s pinching me hard.
“Ow, ow,” I whimper. “Why are you hurting me, Daddy?”
He grins. “Because it’s fucking fun, and it makes me so fucking hard. Feel this.”
His pants are bunched down below his waist. Taking my hand, he holds it against his cock. It’s hot and hard and I want it inside of me.
“Suck on me, princess,” he says, stepping forward.
I take him in my mouth again, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock, sucking, licking.
It’s hard to concentrate on doing a good job when Kingston’s slow, even thrusts are driving me wild.
I want to touch my clit and come, but I know they wouldn’t permit that, and I don’t want them to stop what they’re doing to punish me if I try.
Kingston sits up slightly so I can feel his chest against my back, and he reaches around me to cup my breasts in his hands. He plays with my nipples, tweaking them and pinching lightly. I make strangled noises around Sebastian’s cock. I want to come so bad. Why won’t they let me come?
“You’re too good, princess.” Sebastian pulls out of my mouth, shaking his head. Looking past me at Kingston, he adds, “Can’t wait to be in her ass. The bed would be easier, though.”
Kingston stops stroking inside of me, and Sebastian picks me up. He carries me to the bedroom, where Kingston lies flat on the bed.
“Come back to Daddy, little girl,” Kingston says.
Sebastian puts me on the bed and I crawl over to Kingston, too turned on to be embarrassed by how wet my thighs and pussy are. I feel sloppy, messy, and lewd.
“Right back onto my cock,” Kingston says in an encouraging tone. “This time, facing me.”
I lean over him and reach between us, gripping his slippery cock in my fist, holding it in place so I can impale myself on it once more.
The position is perfect for Sebastian to climb up behind me…as he’s doing right this fucking second. I look over my shoulder at him. He’s naked and holding a bottle of lube. When he sees me looking at it, he gives me a devilish smile.
I know what’s going to happen. Butt stuff.
While settled over Kingston’s cock, there’s nowhere I can go to escape from this. I don’t want to escape, not truly, but my apprehension has me gasping.
Kingston reaches up and cups my cheek. “Little one, we’ll take care of you. Do you trust us?”
“With my life,” I whisper.
“It’s going to be okay. We’ll go as slowly as you need,” he says.
“That’s right,” Sebastian says. “No safe words necessary right now. You just say stop or slow down or wait, and I’m waiting. Understand? Although your safe word works, too, and it will always work.”
“Okay, Daddy.”