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“I’m not afraid of the marks,” I say.“Are you?”

“No,” she whispers.“I just don’t want to make you mad.”

Kingston kisses her cheek, then her lips, before pulling back and looking into her eyes.“Our feelings are our feelings.You don’t have to take responsibility for them.You’re a survivor, little girl, and your bruises only prove your strength.”

I wait while she allows his words to sink in.Then wordlessly, she nods.

Carefully, I unwind the scarf and pass it to King.“I think we can put this to better use.”

“Yes, we can.”He snaps it tight in his hands, testing the strength of the silky fabric.

I grab the edge of Ella’s t-shirt and ease it up.Her skin is warm and soft, and I can’t resist leaning over to press a kiss against her tummy.

She giggles softly.“Your beard tickles.”

Grinning up at her, I say, “You don’t seem to have a problem with that when I’m eating you out.”

“Shh, don’t be crude,” she says with another laugh, and tries to push my face away.

I stand to my full height and fold my arms across my chest.“Are you trying to bossmearound?”

“Maybe I am.”She offers me a half shrug.

“You’re misbehaving, little girl.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Spank your naughty ass.”

King watches with amusement while I lead Ella over to the sofa in the living room.She fights me, but playfully—trying to hook her foot around the corner of the heavy dining table, reaching for Kingston to “help” her, and struggling to pry my grip from her upper arm.

“Daddy,” she says with a pout, “you’re not being fair.”

“I’m being nicer than you deserve.Now stand still.”

She starts to move, but I swat her through her jeans and she yelps in surprise.

“Don’t fucking move, princess,” I say again.

She wiggles her toes back and forth, testing me.I spank her again.Then I unfasten her jeans, pull them down, and expose her panty-clad ass.

Her panties are dark gray lace with little pink bows on the sides.Sexy and girly at the same time—a perfect blend of wickedness and innocence.Just like my girl.

I pull the panties down, exposing her luscious ass.Then I bring my hand back.“Get ready to count your spankings, princess.”

Twenty-Three

Kingston

Bent at the waist and holding onto the couch for dear life, Ella squeals with each spanking Sebastian gives her.But like a good girl, she counts each one.After ten light spanks, her ass is faintly pink.

Bash runs his finger over the marks, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he catches my gaze.Without warning Ella, he slides his fingers down to her pussy.

She cries out in a tortured sound of pleasure.

“Nice and wet,” Bash says.“Did those spankings turn you on, sweetheart?”

Her face is flushed with lust and embarrassment, both.Her humiliation is beautiful—a thought which makes me feel like a sick fuck.I have to adjust my dick, which is pressing painfully against my zipper.