Page 16 of Falling for Them (Cinderella’s Daddies #1)

Fifteen

Ella

“Mr. Tyler,” I gasp.

He presses sucking, wet kisses between my breasts, then slides down until he’s kneeling on the floor. He raises my dress, yanks my panties aside.

His lips find my clit and he does something incredible, something that causes my hips to jerk forward, seeking more of this magical contact.

Sebastian moves to stand right next to me. He fits his hand around my throat, holding me in place against the wall of the elevator. Panic claws its way through me and I stutter, “Wh-what are you doing?”

Fuck, I haven’t stuttered in years.

Mr. Tyler pulls away from my pussy.

“I will never hurt you,” Sebastian says, loosening his hold. “Never. Well, unless you want it. Will you trust me to take care of you, with Kingston?”

Already, I’m missing his warm hand wrapping around my neck. Although it scared me at first, I also liked how solid it felt, like a tether or a collar that’s keeping me from floating away.

I nod quickly. “Yes, I trust you. You can put your hand back.”

He holds me again, although not as hard as before. I want to tell him to really choke me. I know some people are into that kink—it’s not like I’ve never seen porn on the internet. I wouldn’t mind trying it with someone like him and Mr. Tyler—but dammit, I’m too shy to say what I want.

Besides, it seems that I’m in very, very good, experienced hands.

And mouths.

Mr. Tyler returns his mouth to my pussy, lapping softly at me, driving me mad with desire. I can barely see straight, but Sebastian says, “Princess…look at me. Right here.”

I force my eyes open so I can stare into his gorgeous hazel eyes.

Mr. Tyler grips my thighs, spreading my legs to give him better access to my center. An orgasm is close. Sebastian tightens his fingers around my neck.

The elevator makes a soft ding .

The men stop what they’re doing.

“No, wait,” I say, gasping the words.

Smiling, Mr. Tyler stands in one smooth motion and lets the skirt of my dress fall back around my legs. Sebastian smooths his hand down my neck and over to my shoulder.

I hold my breath as the elevator doors open to a hallway that stretches to either side of us. Straight ahead is a kitchen and dining area, and I can see past the large dining table to a living room beyond. And past that, floor-to-ceiling windows look out onto a—

“Is that a pool?” I ask.

“Yep,” Mr. Tyler says.

Wow, lucky. Obviously it’s not meant to be used right now, because it’s cold as fuck out there, but in the summer, when the temperatures get as high as a hundred degrees, that’ll be a huge perk.

We’re here to fuck. I know this; it’s been set up from the beginning.

Yet I can’t help but gawk at everything around me.

The muted earth tones of the place—browns and soft blues—feel warm yet masculine.

Paintings on the walls are abstract and match the general color scheme of the furniture and rugs.

“Do you like the place?” Mr. Tyler asks.

“Very much,” I whisper.

“Do you…want a tour?” he asks.

But we’re not here for me to drool over his penthouse. “No,” I say. “There’s only one room I need to see.”

A flash of something crosses his face, and it almost looks like disappointment. That can’t be right. Unless he no longer wants to do this?

I take a step back, toward the elevator we just left.

“Ella?” Sebastian says, a question in his voice. “Where are you going?”

“Um, nowhere.”

“Remember what I told you at the karaoke bar?” Sebastian takes my hand in his. “All you have to do is ask, princess. No pressure. We’re going to do what you want.”

“Except you want to boss me around,” I say.

“Only because we think that might be what you want,” Mr. Tyler says. “Tell us if we’re wrong.”

They aren’t wrong. All of my fantasies from the past two weeks—longer, if I’m honest with myself—have featured exactly this kind of situation.

“Are we wrong, little one?” Mr. Tyler asks.

I bite my lip, then release it and say, “You’re not wrong.”

“Fucking fantastic,” Sebastian says, moving to stand behind me.

He slides down the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket, which I’m still wearing, then takes it off of me and sets it somewhere.

There’s a tug on my dress zipper, and cool air spreads over my back where fabric used to warm me.

The thick strands of fabric that cover my breasts fall to the side, but I reach to push them back.

“No,” Mr. Tyler says, a heated look in his stormy eyes. “Let us see you, baby girl.”

It takes more willpower than I would’ve thought for me to let go of the fabric. The dress falls, pooling around me on the floor. I stand before two hot men. They are fully dressed, while I’m wearing only my heels and a lacy thong.

Sebastian sucks in a breath as he circles around me. “So fucking spankable, this ass.”

Mr. Tyler reaches forward and takes my little clutch from my grasp, then sets it on a little table next to the elevator.

“I’ve had so many thoughts of how I want to corrupt you,” he says, “I don’t know what to do first.”

I shift from foot to foot, my feet uncomfortable after being in these heels for so long, but not wanting to disappoint them. I want to let them look their fill because it seems to make them so damn happy.

“She’s a natural,” Sebastian says, his voice sounding like sex on silk. “Like she was fucking made for us.”

Mr. Tyler walks around me, his gaze hot. “Come to the bedroom, little one.”

My legs are shaking, I’m so nervous. “Okay.”

He takes my hand, giving my fingers a gentle squeeze. “We’re going to take care of you. I think you’re going to love this.”

We move down the hall toward the right, our way illuminated by soft lighting. Everything is so rich and luxurious, I feel tacky in my borrowed shoes and my clearance rack panties.

Not enough , Joel’s voice whispers in my head.

“Shut up,” I murmur. Joel doesn’t belong here.

“You all right?” Mr Tyler asks.

“Yes, a hundred percent,” I say. Because other than that lingering sense of being unworthy, I’m nervous but ecstatic. My heart’s thumping triple-time, like it gets an extra beat in every measure of music, squeezing aside the extra notes to make room for itself.

If this night is a song, I think it’ll be a hit.

It’s too bad that our little trio is more likely to be a one-hit-wonder than something with staying power.

Once we’re in the bedroom, I barely have a chance to look around before the men are bracketing me, kissing my shoulders, arms. Mr. Tyler angles his mouth toward mine.

I’m kissing my ex-boyfriend’s dad .

Holy fuck.

And he’s a much better kisser than Joel.

I slam down the thought as soon as it rises, because again, Joel has absolutely no place in this moment. I’m here with Mr. Tyler and Sebastian, and they have a daddy kink, and I can get on board with that, especially when they’re touching me in this way.

They each caress one of my breasts. Their calluses are different. Sebastian’s hand has rough fingertips, and Mr. Tyler’s are softer. They also have different techniques of manipulating my nipples, but each one is just as powerful. A moan escapes my lips.

“Have you ever been with two men at once?” Mr. Tyler asks.

“No,” I say, my voice soft.

“New territory for you, little girl,” he says.

I nod.

“We’re both going to give you our cocks tonight, and you’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’ll try.”

It’s the right answer. His eyes darken even further, and he kisses me again. I drink in their touch, and Mr. Tyler’s kiss, and this whole bizarre night that I never could have predicted, not in my wildest fantasies.

As if communicating in some secret way, both men let me go at the same time. I wobble forward, as if I could recapture their attentions on my nipples.

“I want to look at you again,” Mr. Tyler says. “I want to touch you.”

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, please.”

Kingston

I might insist she be a good girl, but fuck, this body was made for sin.

“I’m going to fuck these tits,” I murmur, biting the edge of her ear and then licking it.

She shivers.

“You cold?” Sebastian asks her.

“No,” she says, shaking her head.

“No, what?” I say.

“No…Daddy. Daddies?”

“Either way,” I say, then I lift up her arms and place her palms on top of her head. “Let your daddies look at you again, little one.”

Her body trembles slightly while Sebastian and I gaze at her, smoothing our hands over her shoulders, her breasts. Her skin is amazingly soft, her body curvy. Her big brown eyes watch everything I do when I’m in front of her, and I can’t resist kissing her forehead.

Sebastian and I don’t do much more than offer light touches and kisses, and pretty soon, Ella’s wiggling, shifting from foot to foot.

“Impatient?” I ask.

“I thought we’d be doing something fun, like fucking,” she says.

“Tsk, language, little one,” I say.

“I’m not allowed to say fucking?”

I give her ass a quick, light swat. “Don’t be a brat.”

Laughing, Sebastian says, “Please be a brat. I love punishing brats.”

Her ass cheek is turning light pink from the spank and she murmurs, “I’m sorry.”

“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 is Daddy ,” 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 my ass . 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.”

Mr. Tyler takes a wipe from the nightstand and cleans off his finger.

Then he cups my cheek in his hand briefly before stepping back and removing his tuxedo jacket.

He unbuttons his shirt, then slides out of that as well.

His undershirt is tight, and already I can see I’m going to like what’s underneath it.

Then he takes that off, too.

Holy muscles—Mr. Tyler is ripped.

And Sebastian is, too. He’s unbuttoning and taking off his shirt. Slowly, methodically. There’s no rush to any of their actions. They know I’m not going anywhere. How could I, with a show like this happening right in front of me? This is incredible.

Sebastian is covered in tattoos. Wow. I’ve never cared one way or the other about a lot of ink on a guy, but it looks absolutely perfect on him. Symbols, pictures, words. I could feast my eyes on those designs all day long. These men are so fucking hot. How did I end up here?

“Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?” Sebastian asks conversationally.

My jaw drops. I knew this was a possibility when Sebastian asked me to come back to Mr. Tyler’s apartment, but I didn’t realize it would all be discussed beforehand. “Um…”

“Be honest with us, baby girl,” Sebastian says. “We only want what’s best for you.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“No, what?” he asks.

“No, Daddies, nobody has ever…done that.” I squirm on the bed, embarrassed by not only my lack of experience, but by the way these two men are watching me.

“I love that she can’t say it,” Mr. Tyler says. “Too fucking cute.”

“I’m glad I amuse you,” I snap.

He chuckles, not offended by me lashing out, but Sebastian’s attitude changes instantaneously.

“You talk to us like that again, little brat, and I will spank your ass hard, and fuck it harder.”

I gasp, aroused and afraid at the same time. How can that be possible?

“No, we’re not taking her ass tonight,” Mr. Tyler says. “It’s too soon.”

I’m part relieved, part disappointed. Let’s be honest—tonight is probably all I have with them. I don’t care if it hurts—I want to feel everything .

“Fuck, I want to do it all,” Mr. Tyler says. “Ropes, blindfolds, spankings, everything.”

Sebastian groans. “I know, it’s hard to choose.”

They better pick something quick, because I’m about to combust on this mattress.

Sebastian steps forward and bends slightly to kiss my mouth. His tongue dips into me, intrusive yet welcome and he holds my face in his hands, controlling the angle, controlling the pace.

With a low moan, he pulls back. I lean forward, wordlessly asking for more.

“Patience, little princess,” he says.

But I don’t want to be patient. “Do you think we have all night, or something?” I say.

“That’s exactly what we think,” Mr. Tyler says.