Page 55 of Falling for Them

“Good girl.Bend forward at your waist,” I say.

As she does it, I kneel on the floor behind her.Her pussy is glistening.“Did you touch yourself on the way to my apartment?”I ask.

“Yes, Daddy.Sebastian asked me to.”

“Did he, now?”

“Mm-hmm.”

I trace her pussy lips with a finger, then press it inside of her, feel the soft, slippery warmth.She moves slightly, trying to take more of my finger.I know how she tastes.Now I want to know how she feels squeezing my cock.I want to be inside of her so fucking bad.

But I have to exorcise an element between us, first.

“When’s the last time you fucked my son?”I ask her.

She gasps.“Mr.Tyler—I mean, Kingston—I mean, Mr.Tyler—I—”

“I think the word you’re looking for isDaddy,” Sebastian says.

“Daddy, it was…” She sighs.“Do you really want to know?”

I pull my finger from her pussy and slide it up to her rosy little asshole.“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”

She squirms away from my touch on her pucker, but Sebastian grabs her hips and holds her still.

“I’m waiting for you to answer me, little one,” I say.

“A couple of weeks ago, I think,” she says.“I gave him head in the supply closet.Are you…are you going to punish me?”

“For that, little one?”I say.“No.Of course not.That was before you belonged to your daddies.But I want to know the last time you came with another man.”

She’s quiet.“It was a few days before that.”

“Joel actually got you off?”Sebastian asks, sounding surprised.

“I don’t know that he was trying, but I came,” she says, squirming against Sebastian’s hold.

I slide my finger in her ass, up to the knuckle.

She gasps.“Daddy, that burns—”

“I want to erase him from your body, from your mind,” I say.“I love my son, but he’s a douche when it comes to women.Now you belong to Sebastian and me.We’re your daddies, and we want to take care of you and reward you when you’re a very”—I slide my finger in a little farther—“very good girl.”

Standing in front of her, Sebastian cups her tits.Because she’s bent over, I can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but from her sharp intakes of breath, I can guess he’s pinching and twisting, just enough to draw a little pain but not too much.Her bottom clenches on my finger, and I wonder, idly, if we could make her come this way.

But I have other ideas.I’ve been thinking of this little girl’s body for far, far too long and I have many other ideas of how I want this night to go.

Ella

“Sit down on edge of the bed, princess,” Mr.Tyler says, taking his finger from my ass.

From myass.My cheeks heat with shame and arousal, all wrapped around each other.

I do as he asks, hoping that he won’t care about my arousal smearing against his comforter.

“I’m leaving a mess,” I say, my cheeks still hot with my embarrassment.

“If you weren’t,” Sebastian says, “then it means we’re doing something wrong.”