Page 29 of Falling for Them (Cinderella’s Daddies #1)

Twenty-Five

Ella

I expect Kingston to kiss me in the elevator, but he doesn’t. Instead, he holds my hand and gives me an affectionate look.

I try to tug him over. What he did to me in the car was a mere prelude. I know how much more is coming, what Sebastian and Kingston can do for me, and I want to start immediately.

He doesn’t follow my lead, though.

“Daddy,” I whisper.

“Yes, little one?”

“I want a kiss.”

His fond look gets even fonder. “Where would you like me to kiss you, Ella?”

“Everywhere.”

He brushes a finger along my jaw. “Here?”

I nod.

“How about here?” His finger travels down my throat, over the collar of my dress, to rest between my breasts.

“Yes,” I say.

He circles one of my nipples next. “Here?”

“Yes, everywhere, please.”

“So impatient,” he says. “But polite. I like that, little girl.”

The elevator chimes and the doors open. Kingston, still holding my hand, leads me from the elevator.

I’m especially conscious of the cool air against my bare ass as I walk.

I don’t know what Kingston did with my panties.

Do I remember him putting them in his pocket?

I hope he didn’t leave them in the car for his driver to find. That would be unspeakably embarrassing.

“You both look smug,” a deep, sensual voice says from the living room. “Did you get started on the way here?”

Sebastian’s reclining on one of the sofas, a couple bags of takeout next to him on the low coffee table, plates and silverware already set out.

“Seemed only fair, after you did that the night of the gala,” Kingston says in an easy voice.

His hazel eyes fastened on me, Sebastian stands up. He’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans. His tattoos draw my gaze to his muscular arms. I’d like an hour just to study the ink on his skin. I’d trace it with my fingertips, kiss my favorite images.

“Ella,” he says. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He holds out his arms and Kingston releases me so I can go to Sebastian. He enfolds me in a hug that is at once comforting and arousing. My sensitive nipples press against him through our clothes and I can’t resist rubbing against him.

“Is anyone hungry for actual food?” Sebastian asks.

I shake my head. “The only thing I want in my mouth right now is your cock,” I say.

“Yep, okay, let’s do that,” he says with a laugh. “From now on, your safe word is red , okay, princess? I want you to be able to sass us a little without all the play stopping just because you say no. Does that work for you?”

I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good.” He leads me back to Kingston and then hurriedly puts the takeout bags into the refrigerator. I watch him past Kingston’s arm, entranced by the way he moves. He knows this place like it’s his own home. It makes me wonder just how often he and Kingston entertain women together.

Entertain , ha. What a euphemism. What I mean is fuck . How often they fuck women together.

I bet their usual playmates wear cute dresses and sexy shoes. I bet they have shining, perfect hair. They probably smell like expensive perfume instead of cleaning chemicals.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.

“Ella,” Kingston says in a deep voice. “What are you thinking about?”

I force a smile. “Stupid shit.”

He tuts. “Language, baby girl.”

“Right.” I clear my throat and give him a sweet smile. “Stupid fucking shit.”

Sebastian laughs. “Someone wants a spanking.”

He’s not wrong, but I act as if I misunderstand him. “I can give you one if you want.”

He raises his eyebrows at me while Kingston tries to smother a laugh.

Sebastian saunters over to me. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, no shoes, and his steps are silent on the hardwood floor. There’s no hurry to his movements. His eyes never leave mine.

Suddenly, I feel like prey. I back up into Kingston and try to bring one of his arms around me as protection.

Kingston chuckles and pulls back. “No, you made your bed, baby girl. Now you have to lie in it.”

“But Mr. Tyler—Daddy—” I begin.

Sebastian is suddenly before me. I have to tilt my head back to meet his fiery gaze. He threads his fingers into my hair, tugging out my bun. Then he wraps my curls around his hand and levers my head back even farther. “You’re going to pay for your little jokes. You know that, don’t you?”

A thrill of fear, mixed with lust, moves through me like a wildfire. Shoving aside the fear, I say in the most casual, uncaring tone I can muster, “I’m looking forward to it.”

The look he shoots at Kingston is priceless. It’s half Can you believe this girl? and half I want to spank her ass right now . I wait to see what’s going to happen.

“You’re trying to control how this goes,” he finally says, his eyes on mine. Using one finger, he pries my lips apart and pushes shoves his finger into my mouth. “It’s not going to work. If you keep talking like a smartass, you’ll find yourself gagged.”

I swirl my tongue around his finger. I don’t want to displease him, not really. I make a sound of assent and suck gently on him, imagining the things I would do if it were his cock in my mouth instead of his finger.

He takes his finger away with a groan. “Do something, King, before I bend her over and fuck her.”

I look back to Kingston. “What are you going to do?”

“First, we’re going to make sure you can’t get away from us so fast next time,” Kingston says.

The stern tone of his voice sends a thrill of lust through my core.

“Oh. Um, I guess that would be all right.”

He smirks. “I wasn’t asking for permission, little one.”

Of course he wasn’t. That’s not how these guys do things. My skin feels tight, and I can’t wait to be out of these clothes. I can’t wait to feel their hands on me—all over me.

“Keep her busy,” Kingston says, then steps out of the living room.

Sebastian’s smile is pure sadism as he says, “Get on your knees, little girl, and take out my cock.”

I scramble to do as he asks, eager to taste him. No sooner have I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, but he steps back, out of my reach.

“You want me in your mouth,” he says, smirking.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You were naughty, though.” He wraps a hand around his length and strokes, watching me.

I can’t help the look of longing that must be on my face. That gorgeous, thick cock should be mine, but he’s not letting me touch it.

“Please,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be.” His strokes are lazy and slow, like an acoustic ballad. But rather than soothe me, they only heighten my own desire.

Kingston returns, a length of smooth gray rope in his hands. He nods at the sight of me kneeling before Sebastian.

“Can we have her stand up?” he asks.

Bash nods and pushes his cock back into his jeans. I mourn its disappearance. He says, “Up you go, little brat.”

I stand, waiting for my next instruction. Kingston wordlessly grabs my arms and arranges them in front of me.

“Hold still.” He wraps the cords of rope around my wrists, his movements sure, his brow furrowed in concentration. I watch as the coils layer.

“Stretch your hands out, baby girl,” he says. “Move your wrists.”

I do as he says, mesmerized by the pretty silver rope. He checks the tightness by sliding his finger between the rope and my inner forearms. Then he holds the end of the rope and tugs. I rock forward, surprised that the rope pulls me but doesn’t tighten on my wrists.

He leads me around the coffee table, once, twice. It’s like I’m on a leash. My face flames. This should be demeaning somehow, shouldn’t it? But instead, it’s arousing. My inner thighs are wet and slippery, and they grow more so with each step. If I were still wearing panties, they’d be soaked.

Sebastian moves into the kitchen area and opens a drawer. I stumble on another lap around the coffee table, trying to see what he’s doing.

“Oops, we forgot to take off your clothes before King tied you up,” Sebastian says, but he doesn’t really sound sorry. He holds up a pair of scissors.

“You can’t cut this dress,” I say, shaking my head. “I have to wear it for work.”

“I’ll get you a new one,” Sebastian says.

“Bash. Please.” I am not okay with this. “I’m saying red to cutting my clothes.”

Frowning, he puts the scissors down. He doesn’t get it—I can’t just buy whatever, and maybe he says he will replace my uniform, but does he even know where to find a dress like this?

But I don’t like that I’ve made him frown. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Princess,” he says, hurrying to stand next to me, “you don’t have to be sorry. I’m glad you said your safe word when it’s important to you.” He cocks his head at Kingston. “Bedroom?”

“Bedroom,” Kingston says, and leads me there by the rope.

“What should we do about my dress?” I ask.

“You don’t need to worry about a thing,” Kingston says. “You let us worry. Besides, I don’t think a little bit of fabric is going to get in the way of what we want to do to you.”

Sebastian comes up to my side and pulls the dress up until it bunches around my waist. “Get on your knees again, princess,” he says. “Up on the bed and face us.”

I clamber up, feeling awkward with my wrists bound and the dress threatening to fall over my hips again.

Sebastian improvises something with his belt, tying up my dress so my ass and pussy are exposed.

I must look so weird right now, but both of the men are looking at me with darkened, lustful gazes.

“Now,” Sebastian says, “how about you give us a show?”

“A—show?” I gulp. I don’t know about that. I thought they were going to punish me and fuck me and that would be the end of it.

“You know I love watching you touch your pussy,” Sebastian says. “I think King would like it, too.”

Hesitantly, I bring my hands down to my mound and touch my folds. They’re wet and swollen. I want these men so freaking bad, it’s embarrassing.

Or it would be embarrassing, if I couldn’t tell from their hard cocks pressing against their pants, that they feel the same way about me.