Page 28 of Belonging to Them

Lifting her chin with my knuckles, I look into her eyes.Does she really mean it?There’s a challenge in her expression, and a playfulness.She’s being a bratty little troublemaker, is what she’s doing.I exchange a look with King, and he shrugs.

“What,” she says, a challenge in her voice.“Are you going to spank me?”

“No, you mouthy little brat,” I say, “I’m going to torture you so much worse.”

Her eyes widen in momentary fear before she straightens her shoulders and juts out her smart little chin.

“What sort of restraints do you feel like using tonight?”I ask King.

Wearing a sadistic smile, he goes to the trunk at the foot of my bed.

Ella watches, trying to hide her trepidation, while he sorts through the goodies in the trunk.I expect him to pull rope from the trunk, but instead he grabs four cuffs…and a spreader bar.

“What isthat?”Ella asks.“That doesn’t goinme, does it?”

“Fuck no,” I say.

“And…you’re not going to hit me with it?”

“With a metal stick?Just how perverted do you think we are?”Kingston asks.“Never mind, don’t answer that.”

Ella claps a hand over her mouth, stifling her giggles.

I take the spreader from King and show her the metal rings on each end.“Cuffs go around your ankles and clip to these, princess.It’ll keep your legs nice and spread for us so we can torture your pussy with orgasms—or by withholding them—until you beg us for mercy.”

“Uh…right,” she says.“I’m feeling very tired, now.I think I’ll just go to bed.Goodnight!”

Kingston grabs her before she can go anywhere.In one quick motion, he yanks her dress over her head.He unsnaps her flimsy little bra and lets it fall to the floor.His eyes are dark, no-nonsense, as he pushes down on Ella’s shoulder until she lowers to the bed.He puts the velcro cuffs around each of her ankles.Ella watches, fascinated and unsure, while I clip the spreader bar to the first cuff.Then I grab her other leg and pull it wide so I can attach the other.

The sound of the spreader’s clip locking into place is loud in the bedroom.

EIGHT

Kingston

“You remember your safe word, baby girl?”I ask.

“Yes, Daddy,” Ella says.

“What do you think,” Bash muses.“Should we cuff her wrists to the bar?Or to the bedposts?”

“Bedposts,” I say.“I want to see her spread out like an angel.”

Bash takes one of the cuffs from me, and I take the other.Ella’s hand trembles slightly as I take it in mine and fasten the cuff to her wrist.

“Are you doing okay?”I ask her.

Her brown eyes are wide and trusting.“Yes, Daddy.A little nervous.”

“You know we’ll take care of you, right?You’re going to love this, but if you don’t, we’ll stop.You just say the word.”

“Okay,” she says, nodding.

With her wrists cuffed and fastened to the corners of the bed, and her legs spread with the bar below, she’s completely at our mercy.I take a long moment appreciating how beautiful she looks stretched out like this, her body ripe for our attentions.Her breasts lift and fall with her breathing.

“I’ll be right back, princess,” Bash says, leaving the room.

While he’s gone, I lean forward and wrap my lips around one of Ella’s nipples.She gasps and the chains at her ankle cuffs clank as she tries to move her legs.