Page 15 of Falling for Them (Cinderella’s Daddies #1)

Fourteen

Ella

Mr. Tyler looks ready to murder Sebastian, which, I can’t help it, makes me giggle.

And that causes both of them to raise their eyebrows at me.

“Is something funny?” Mr. Tyler asks.

I shake my head. “Nope. Nuh-uh.”

Sebastian laughs and plucks the empty champagne flute from my hand, shoving it at Mr. Tyler.

Then he pulls me into his strong arms. And he isn’t interested in swaying back and forth, either—he twirls me around the dance floor, and he moves as if he were made for dancing with someone like me, someone who doesn’t know the first thing about what she’s doing.

I’m carried on the melody and this beautiful man’s embrace.

At the end of the song, he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he holds me as Mr. Tyler did, swaying back and forth, his eyes on mine.

“Ella,” he whispers, bending his head closer to mine.

“Y-yes?”

“What do you think of my friend Kingston?”

“You mean Mr. Tyler?”

He nods and raises his eyebrows, waiting—he can tell I’m stalling, because of course I know who Kingston is. Everyone in this damn city knows who Kingston is.

Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the dozens of well-dressed people twirling and swaying around us, I whisper, “I…I enjoy working for him.”

Sebastian looks disappointed. “Ah. That’s it?”

I don’t know how much to reveal. Telling this man I frequently have super dirty fantasies about him and his friend seems a bit reckless and risky. But I also can’t lie, so I shake my head. Subtly, so he can pretend to ignore it if he thinks this is the wrong answer.

“So that’s not all,” he says, a sexy grin forming on his face. “Perfect. I have a proposal for you.”

He leans forward and whispers in my ear, so close I can feel his lips brush against my earlobe.

And he makes me an offer I’d be an absolute fool to refuse.

Sebastian

Ella looks up at me, her brown eyes wide with shock. She doesn’t pull away, though. Instead, I think I feel her melt a little more against me.

“Well?” I say. “What do you think?”

“You want me to…you? And…?” she says.

“Well, you left out some crucial words.” I twirl her around once more, allowing my palm to linger on her lower back. I want her to feel the heat of my body, warming hers. “Namely, the words fuck and your best friend .”

I dance her to the edge of the ballroom, where the glass walls slide open to allow access to a wide balcony that overlooks San Esteban. Holding her hand, I lead Ella outside.

It’s so cold out here, the balcony is empty. Seeing her shiver, I quickly remove my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. She gives me a faint smile. “Thank you.”

“You seem nervous,” I say.

“Well, it’s not every day some guy propositions me to fuck him and his best friend…”

“Language, young lady.” I take her hand in mine.

She blushes. “Mr. Tyler said something about me cursing, too.”

“Really? What did he say?”

“He said he would punish me. He made me dance with him as punishment.”

“Did he talk about other punishments?” I ask.

Her little squirm is too cute. “Maybe.”

“You can tell me,” I say. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

Kingston needs to be here for this. Her blush would have him groaning. I know I’m ready to.

“He talked about spanking,” she says, looking away.

Nodding, I say, “Yes, that sounds like him. Is that something you’ve done much of, before?”

“No, never.” She bites her lip.

“Do you want to?”

“I don’t know.”

From the way she’s carefully looking away, but holding tightly to my hand, I’m going to guess she does know she wants to try it, but she’s afraid to say so.

It’s my goal to get her to admit she wants it.

Enthusiastic consent, Rule Number One.

“I want to touch you,” I say.

“Do you always get everything you want?” she asks, attitude in her voice.

Oh, fuck yes. Brattiness. I love it. I can see that her attitude is meant as a defense mechanism. She’s on uneven ground, and this whole proposition, this entire evening, is probably disconcerting to her.

“I don’t always get what I want, but I think I will tonight,” I say. “Let me touch you, princess.”

“You are touching me.”

I look down to where our hands join, then I slowly slide my fingers along her arm, past her elbow, and up to her shoulder. From there, I start back down, tucking my fingertip into the front of her dress.

“Tell me if this is okay with you,” I whisper.

She doesn’t say anything. I stop moving my hand.

“Hey,” I say. “Waiting on you, princess.”

Her gaze locked on mine, she says, “Yes. I want it.”

“I knew you would,” I say, smiling. Carefully, because a part of me is afraid she’ll change her mind and bolt, I run my hand down the inside my tuxedo jacket that she still wears, and inside of her gown, right over her breast. My skin doesn’t make contact with hers…

yet. Instead, I allow the heat of my body to react with her heat.

I can sense her heart thumping painfully close to my knuckles. She’s so alive, so vibrant.

“Do you like this, baby girl?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says with a little pout of disapproval. “You aren’t actually touching me. Or are you all talk?”

Her false bravado is perfect. I can see exactly what she’s doing with it—she’s trying to make herself look tougher, older. More jaded.

But I know deep down, she’s just a scared little girl.

I can help her with that. King, too. If she lets us, we’ll allow her to blossom for a night in our arms.

Instead of palming her breast, I use my other arm to pull her closer to me, which brushes my knuckles against her peaked nipple. Her soft gasp is the perfect chord. I want to make music from the sounds coming out of her mouth.

Her skin is so soft, I can’t help but touch her more. She should feel good, cared for, adored at all times.

I trail my lips along her jaw, down to her mouth.

“Can people see us?” she asks, sounding uncertain.

“They can’t see what I’m doing to you,” I say. “They can’t see what a naughty little girl you are.”

Encouraged by the way she rubs her front against me, I begin hiking up the side of her dress. I know I’ll find a wet pussy waiting for me, and I can’t wait to touch her, hear more of her soft moans.

“But we’re just out here, in the open—” Her words break off and she goes still in my arms.

I lean forward to whisper against her ear, so close my lips almost brush her lobe. “Kingston’s here, isn’t he?”

“We shouldn’t do this at the gala,” Kingston says from behind me.

“Do what?” I ask, winking at Ella.

“Bash,” Kingston says. “This isn’t Vice.”

He’s right. As tempting as it is to lift Ella’s dress up and fingerfuck her right out here in the open, this isn’t the best venue for that kind of exhibitionism.

“Back to your place, then,” I say. “That is, if our little princess is willing.”

She looks between us. “With both of you.”

I nod. Kingston nods.

“I shouldn’t,” she says, looking down.

“Because…” I say, trailing off so she can finish the sentence.

“Because I want to so fucking badly,” she whispers.

“Language, young lady,” Kingston says, but the words come out sounding affectionate rather than stern.

She shivers in my arms.

“It’s settled, then,” I say. “I’m taking Ella to yours, King. Finish up here.”

He rocks forward as if he’s going to take her in his arms, even while I hold her. But then he stops, probably reminding himself that this isn’t the place for those kinds of displays.

His eyes are dark as he looks at the woman in my arms. “I’ll be with you soon, little one.”

Then he spins around and goes back into the ballroom.

We follow him, but I don’t let go of Ella’s waist for a second. The guests are all wrapped up in their own worlds, their own drunken dancing and conversations. Nobody stops the two of us.

We’re into the elevator in no time. I don’t hold her close like I want to. Instead, I simply hold her hand.

“You do always get what you want, don’t you?” she says.

I shrug. “I’m not so sure about that. But tonight, I want you riding my cock, and King’s.”

Her blush deepens.

“If you don’t want this, little princess, you can walk out of this building and go straight home. I’ll even get you a cab.”

“Are you regretting that you asked me?” she says.

“No,” I say, puzzled. “Why?”

“Because you seem like you’re trying pretty fucking hard to talk me out of it.”

I make a tsking sound. “Can’t wait to tell Kingston you keep swearing. You’re a very naughty little girl.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Fuck, I need to kiss her.

I’ve already texted my driver, and he’s waiting with the car right in front of the Tyler building.

I help Ella into the car first, appreciating her lush ass as she bends slightly to get in.

She tries to wave me away when I pull her seatbelt over her lap, but I ignore the protest. My hands linger over her hips even after the buckle clicks into place.

Only then do I pull my hands away, and with a fuckton of regret.

She’s right next to me on the bench seat, but it doesn’t feel close enough.

“Are you all right?” I ask. “Comfortable?”

She nods. “You buckled me in like I’m a little kid.”

I kiss her nose. “That’s about right. There’s more to Kingston’s and my games than our preference for sharing a woman. It’s all part of the fun, little princess. Pampering you. Taking care of you in every way imaginable.”

There’s a sinful tilt to her lips, and then she laughs. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“You can change your mind at any time,” I say, although I’m praying to every god who may or may not exist that she doesn’t change her mind.

“Stop trying to talk me out of it,” she says.

My driver takes us through the city and I raise the tinted privacy screen between him and us.

Ella’s pouting, like she’s thinking too hard about something.

“Can I help you with that?” I ask.

“With what?”

“With whatever arguments you’re going over and over in your head.”

She gives a little huff of humor. “How do you know?”

“Everything you’re feeling and thinking seems to be right there on your face. It’s how I knew you were into Kingston…you’re as into him as he is into you.”

Pursing her lips, she says, “I’m the shittiest poker player.”

“I believe that,” I say. “What I really want to know, though, is if you’re just as into me.”

“You have to know you’re hotter than most cover models,” she says, blushing and looking away.

“But are you attracted to me?” I ask. “Because if this is just for Kingston, that’s fine. Maybe it’s time he and I each settled down with our own woman…although frankly, that idea has never appealed to me.”

“Yes, I’m attracted to you,” she whispers.

“Attracted enough to call me Daddy ?” I ask.

She gasps. “Seriously?”

“Serious as a spanking,” I say, letting some of the darkness, some of the filth, sound in my voice.

Pressing her thighs together, she says, “I might like that…Daddy.”

Fuck . I thought I was in control—I thought I was leading this conversation. But this sassy little vixen is wearing away my restraint.

“I’m going to kiss you,” I say. “But only if you say please.”

“Please kiss me,” she breathes.

I lean closer and meet her heavenly mouth with mine, tasting champagne on her tongue, the sweetness of her lips.

She lets out a breathy little moan that has my cock pressing hard against my pants.

Fucking hell, I want her. I want her splayed out beneath me on this seat, completely naked and screaming out her orgasms. But I estimate we only have five minutes of the drive left, and I want to savor her.

Plus, Kingston really will kill me if I dip my dick into her without him.

However, that doesn’t preclude other kinds of fun.

Smiling, I pull out of the kiss. Ella makes a sound of displeasure.

“Do Daddy a favor,” I say.

“What is it?”

“Hike up that beautiful dress of yours and let me watch you touch your pussy.”

Her scandalized look is worth every dollar I’ve ever had or ever will have. She flicks a glance at the privacy window and whispers, “You can’t mean…”

“Oh, I mean it, baby girl. Show me what Kingston and I will claim as ours tonight as your two daddies.”

“Oh my gosh,” she says. “I can’t do that—”

“You can. You will. Your safeword is red, stop, or no. Any of those, and we’ll stop immediately to talk about what’s going on. Are you going to use your safe word, or are you going to play with your cunt so I can watch?”

She bites her lower lip and nods, as if making a decision. Then she looks up at me, her dark eyes shining, and whispers, “I’m going to play with my cunt, Daddy.”

I have to press a hand against my dick, it aches so fucking bad at hearing those words from Ella’s sweet little mouth. “Then do it.”

She hikes her dress up, revealing more of her curvy thighs. She’s utter perfection.

“Pull it all the way up,” I rasp. “Let me see what you’re doing.”

Soon, her panties are exposed, the blue crotch of them made darker by her arousal. She runs her finger over the top of them, teasing herself, teasing me.

“Move the panties out of the way,” I say.

She does, and I catch my first glance at the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever beheld. A small thatch of curls at the top, but everything else either waxed or shaved.

“Slide a finger inside.” I sound like I’m begging instead of commanding, but I don’t fucking care anymore.

The car comes to a stop, and Ella gasps, yanking her hand from her pussy and pulling down her dress. I want to make her continue until I say it’s time, but I’m too eager to get her upstairs. Kingston will be here soon.

When I climb out of the car, I laugh, because Kingston is already here—his driver parked right behind us.

“Eager, are you?” I ask when he gets out of his car.

I reach for Ella’s hand and she takes it, blushing when the wetness of her arousal, still on her fingers, slides against mine. Grinning, I take her fingers to my mouth and suck them between my lips.

Kingston’s eyes narrow. “You got started without me.”

“Just a bit of fun,” I say, winking at Ella, who blushes even more.

None of us touch as we walk through the glass front door of Kingston’s building. We don’t talk on the way to the elevator.

But once we’re inside the elevator, Kingston grabs Ella around the waist and presses her up against the wall.

“I can’t wait another fucking second to taste you,” he growls.