Page 30 of Falling for Them (Cinderella’s Daddies #1)

That view—of these two men obvious in their lust—gives me the courage and brazenness that I need to touch myself some more.

I run the pad of my fingers over my clit and close my eyes at the rippling sensation.

I want something inside of me. Preferably Sebastian or Kingston’s cocks, but as those aren’t available at the moment, my fingers will have to do.

The rope slides against my skin, silky against my inner thighs as I bend my wrists to press a finger into my pussy.

Before I can get more than a knuckle deep, my hands are tugged away.

My eyes open in surprise and I meet Kingston’s gaze. Both he and Sebastian are smirking, and Kingston is holding the rope attached to my wrists.

“I thought you wanted me to touch myself?”

“Oh, I do,” he says. “Go ahead, little one.”

Warily, I return my hands to my pussy. Just as I’m getting into it, as the sensations of slippery fingers and delicious pleasure begin to carry me away, Kingston yanks on the rope again and interrupts me.

It happens twice more. Yet I keep dutifully returning my hands to my folds and playing with myself for their amusement.

The next time, it’s Sebastian who reaches for the rope and yanks my hands away.

“Ugh, please,” I say. I was so fucking close! “Please let me come.”

When Sebastian gives the rope back to Kingston, who gives it some slack again, I keep my hands still.

“Why aren’t you touching yourself, Ella?” Sebastian asks.

“Because one of my daddies is only going to pull away my hands again.” If I sound like a sulky little girl, they don’t seem to mind.

“Maybe,” Sebastian says, his low voice a lazy drawl, “but I gave you instructions. Play with your pussy and let us watch.”

They’re just going to keep teasing me. Letting me get close, only to yank the orgasm away. And they’re going to do it again and again until I’m a desperate, ridiculous mess.

I lean back on my heels and let my hands fall to rest on one of my thighs. “No.”

I should probably be afraid of the dark look that crosses Sebastian’s face, but it’s hard to be too scared when Kingston is shaking his head and smiling, looking off to the side as he says, “Oh, you’re in deep shit now, little girl.”

Sebastian stalks forward until he stands right in front of me. “You don’t get to tell me no, Ella.”

“I think I just did.”

“And now you’re going to face the consequence.”

A spike of need moves through me. This was what he’d meant about changing my safe word to only be red and not also no and stop —because he wants me to be able to disagree.

Because he wants to punish me.

He cups my cheek in his hand and I lean into his warmth. I love the calluses on his palm—calluses borne of playing his guitar. Bastian Crown. I had no idea. We still need to talk about that, but it can wait.

He slides his hand along my face, down to my neck, and then to my nape. I follow the delicious sensations as his fingers thread through my hair. Then he grabs a fistful of my curls and pushes my head to the side.

“Off the bed, now, brat,” he says. “Bend over the edge here.”

I think of struggling, but I’m too curious about how this is going to go. Maybe I’ll fight him another time. I think he might like it if I do. I know I will. I want to push him to the edge—I want to push both of them to the edge—and see what happens when they lose their perfect, dominant control.

Later.

So I do as he says, positioning myself so my arms are under me, which is uncomfortable.

“No, stretch your arms to the other side of the bed,” Kingston says.

The comforter is silky soft against my bare stomach, the area below where my dress is bunched up. Kingston tugs my arms straight. The bend of my waist at the edge of the bed keeps me trapped, unless I want to climb forward.

Heat radiates against the backs of my legs as Sebastian moves into place behind me. I wait for a spank, but nothing happens. And then—rough whiskers scratch over my bare cheeks. He kisses my hip, then slides his hands over my skin.

It feels heavenly. I want more.

A sharp smack startles me. It doesn’t hurt, but I jolt against the mattress and squeak.

“Sweet little girl,” Kingston says. “That was so fucking cute.”

Sebastian doesn’t say anything—he spanks me again, this time with a little more force.

“Ow,” I say, trying to squirm to the side.

It hurts, yet I’m strangely aroused by it. I look up to meet Kingston’s gaze, and he smiles at me. His stormy eyes darken and focus behind me, and I know another spank is coming.

This one hurts more than the last, but instead of crying out, I moan.

“Fuck,” Kingston says, squeezing his cock over his pants.

Sebastian spanks me again and again.

I’m trapped with my hands bound. Spanked. Completely at their mercy.

I should feel fear, right? I should feel unsure. I shouldn’t trust them, probably. Yet despite my violation at Joel’s hands just yesterday, I trust these two men. Maybe that makes me a fool.

Or maybe that makes me the kind of woman I want to be—someone who lives without fear, without concern over how going after what I want makes me look to other people who should have absolutely zero fucking opinions on my sexual relationships.

Another spank. My ass burns. And yet I want more.

“Please,” I beg, and I don’t know if I’m begging for more spankings, or for him to stop, or for them to fuck me already because my pussy is dripping and empty and so, so ready for them.

The spankings stop. I whimper, feeling as if I’m floating. Am I high? Can people get high from spankings? Because I might be. My entire body is buzzing.

“You belong with us,” Kingston says, as the rope stretching my arms across the bed goes slack. “Up on your hands and knees, little girl.”

I do ask he asks, climbing up onto the bed. It’s hard to balance with my wrists bound together. Sebastian’s hand is warm and steadying on my hip, and he makes a sound of approval as he traces what must be the pink lines of his handprints on my skin.

Kingston’s moving toward me and, I hope, bringing some satisfaction with him. Will they finally fuck me? I’ve never felt so empty, so needy in my life.

“Ella,” Kingston says in that stern voice that dammit feels even better than being on the edge of coming. “You belong with us. Right?”

“Yes, yes, I do.” Fuck, I’ll agree to anything right now.

He seems to know that, because he doesn’t look satisfied by my answer. But he gets up on the bed in front of me. He unfastens his belt and shoves his pants down enough to free his dick and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

“Suck me, little one,” he says, pushing my head down.

My tied hands catch me before I faceplant into the comforter. From the corner of my eye, I see Sebastian coming up behind me, a condom in his hand.

Fucking finally.

I lean forward at the same time Kingston presses toward me, and then his glorious cock is in my mouth.

I swirl my tongue over him, feeling the silken skin stretching over his hardness.

He tastes of clean sweat and man and I take him as far in as possible, until he’s all the way to my throat.

My gag reflex kicks in and I cough, gulp.

He pulls out, his hand gentle in my hair.

“We’ll work up to that, Ella. Don’t take me too far today.”

“But I want to make you happy,” I say, gazing up at him.

“I’m already so fucking happy that you’re here.”

“We both are,” Sebastian says from behind me. He dips a finger into my folds, but instead of fingering me, he brings it out again and drags my wetness around on my ass. Is he going to fuck me…there?

He lets me go and I hear the tearing of foil.

Kingston’s fist flexes in my curls and he says, “I want your mouth on me when he enters you, little girl.”

I eagerly pull him between my lips again, and just as he groans in pleasure, Sebastian presses into me.

Not into my ass, but my aching, wanting pussy.

I’m mostly relieved, but a small part of me is disappointed.

I would give them anything, and I want them to view me as strong enough to handle whatever they want to do.

That small disappointment fades—it’s fucked away as Sebastian slowly pushes his cock all the way in, then drags it out to do it again. My eyes flutter shut so I can fully process the sensation. I’m so full of heat, and his hands on my hips anchor me.

Stroke after stroke. I moan around Kingston’s cock, trying to lose myself in swirling my tongue around him, sucking him down, taking more than I ought to because I want them both out of their minds for me.

It’s working, too—Kingston’s gaze is fiery when I chance a look up at him.

Those deep, gray-blue eyes are almost black as he watches me.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hand going tight in my hair.

Sebastian says, “I know, right? She’s too fucking good.”

My pussy clamps down because that kind of praise turns me on even more. Sebastian groans.

“You better come soon, princess,” he warns, “because I can’t hold back for long.”

I don’t want him to hold back—neither of them. Sebastian reaches around me and then his fingers are against my clit, rubbing harder than I ever do and yet ohmyfuckinggawd it’s so good.

The moans I can’t hold back crescendo into a wail as I come apart, filled up and held in place by these two hot guys who know exactly how to play my body.

Sebastian keeps his fingers against my clit and holds my hip tight with his other hand.

He roars and slams all the way into me, where he stays while his cock pulses with his orgasm.

Kingston grips my hair in his fist and pushes in harder.

I watch in fascination as a droplet of sweat trails down his glorious abs to the happy trail of black and gray hair leading to his cock.

He whispers my name as his come explodes onto my tongue.

I swallow it down, swirling my tongue around him as I do. He pulls out of my mouth and falls to his haunches in front of me, his pants still on, cock growing flaccid against the front of his pants.