Page 15 of Submitting to Them
“So fucking soft,” he says, then pinches my nipple.
My pussy walls tighten around him in response to the sharp pleasure-pain, and he groans again.
“It’s going to be fast and hard,” he mutters.“Come if you can, but I’m not going slow.You were naughty—take what you can get.”
He begins thrusting fast, fucking me hard, smashing me against the wall.I brace myself with my hands.He tugs his fingers out of my mouth so he can put his hand in front of my forehead.Even here, even when he’s rough, he’s taking care of me and making sure I don’t get hurt.
White-hot pleasure builds, centered in my pussy and radiating outward.Pinned between Kingston and the wall, there’s nothing I can do except explode in ecstasy, limbs tingling with bliss.
Rhythmic pulses of my release cause me to shudder while Kingston swears and fucks me erratically, his growls of impatience filling my ears.
“Mine,” he says.“You’re fuckingmine, Ella.”
“Yes, Daddy.I’m yours.”
He comes then, shoving himself in on the next thrust and going tense, his release soaking me from the inside.
“Fuck,” he says, leaning his forehead against my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling.
My legs are trembling, though, so he says, “Fuck,” again, kisses my shoulder, and eases out of my pussy.He tugs up my panties, then lifts me easily into his arms and carries me to one of the sofas.There, he sits down, holding me in his lap.
“I love you, Ella,” he murmurs.“Even when you’re naughty, you’re still mine.Even when I’m busy with work, you’re still mine.”
My heart swells.I’m treasured.I’m wanted.I’m loved.This is heaven.
We sit like that for a few minutes, catching our breath.Then he helps me right my dress and stockings, and leads me from the room.I follow him through the club in a daze, then out to his waiting car.
I lean against him in the back seat as Garth drives us to Kingston’s penthouse.I’m well-fucked, pleasantly tired.Kingston picks me up and carries me to the elevator, and then into his bedroom.There, he helps me out of my clothes and into a pair of fresh panties and a tank top.He cups my tits through the fabric as if weighing them in his hands.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, letting go of my breasts and kissing my nose.
He hands me my clutch, and I take my phone from it, hoping for a text from Sebastian.I’m rewarded.
My uncle is going to be okay, but they’re keeping him overnight for monitoring.I’ll be at King’s in an hour or two.
I show the text to Kingston, who nods.“Thanks, baby girl.”
As we snuggle into bed together, Kingston grins at me and grabs his phone.
“What are you doing, Daddy?”
“Texting Bash a photo of you teasing me at the club with your bratty antics.”
“You’ll freak him out.”I reach out to snatch his phone.
He grabs my wrist and holds it tight, staring into my eyes while he kisses my palm.His whiskers tickle and scrape my skin.“His uncle is out of danger.But if you give me your safeword, I won’t text a photo of you to anyone.As far as I’m concerned, though, you were a bad girl, and your other daddy needs to know about it.”
I shiver, loving it.My objection wasn’t to the photo, but to upsetting Sebastian.Kingston’s thoughtfulness of giving me an out makes me love him even more.“If you say so, Daddy.”
“I do.Now goodnight, little girl.Have sweet dreams.”
Kingston
The mattress’s movement pulls me from my sleep.Instantly awake, I turn to face Ella.Sebastian’s here, and he’s climbing onto her side of the bed.I watch as Ella’s eyes open, and Bash pulls the sheets down, revealing her body.
“Daddy,” she whispers.
