Page 30 of Belonging to Them
We switch, though, so I take her tits and he goes after her pussy.We grab fresh ice cubes to start.I put mine in my mouth and use it to press the ice against Ella’s nipples, switching from one to the other, pinching whichever one I’m not currently accosting with the ice.
It doesn’t take long to bring her to the edge again.This time when we pull away, Ella screams in anger.“No!Come back right now, you big bullies!”
“Was that going to be a good orgasm?”Bash asks.His voice is full of concern, but the glint in his eyes is wicked.
Ella squeezes her eyes shut.“No, it was just going to be okay.I’m getting tired now.A little bored.”
“Bored?”I say.“Tired?We’ll leave you alone to rest, then.”
“Better keep her spread, though, so she isn’t tempted to move around too much,” Bash adds.
We’d never do that for very long—it could hurt her to be cuffed to the bed, and holding that spread-legged position for too long might not be good for her, either.But the threat already has her mouth pinching in consternation.
Bash and I get off the bed and move toward the door like we have no cares in the world.
“Wait,” Ella says from behind us.
We turn around.Her brown eyes are wide, desperate.Her cheeks are flushed.Her chest is heaving, and her gorgeous pussy, still on display, is wet and waiting for us.
“Please, Daddies,” she says.“I’m sorry I was a brat.Don’t you think you’ve punished me enough?I promise to be good.”
“Mmm, maybe a few more punishments,” I say.“I want to make sure you really remember this lesson.”
“I will,” she wails.
“We know,” Bash says in a dark voice.
I get some rope from the trunk and set it on the bed next to Ella’s legs.A pair of heavy scissors come out of the trunk next.
“What arethosefor?”Ella asks.“That’s a red, right there.Whatever those scissors are supposed to do?—”
“They’re in case something goes wrong and I need to cut the rope,” I assure her.“They will never be used on your body, baby girl.”
“Oh.Okay, then.”
We unhook her wrists from the posts at the head of the bed.Bash helps me lift the spreader up and tie it to the hook in the ceiling.Now Ella’s legs are spread and lifted high, with her ass at the edge of the bed.
I find a new plug, still in the packaging, in the bottom of the trunk.The base of it looks like one of those candy conversation hearts from Valentine’s Day, and the letters spell out NAUGHTY GIRL.Yeah, that’s on brand for tonight.I toss it to Bash to unwrap and wash while I make sure the rope and bindings are all safe for Ella.He brings it back and starts to hand it to me.
“Would you like the honor?”I ask.
He grins.“Would I ever.Where’s the lube?”
I already got it out and point to it.Ella moans as he starts pushing the slippery plug into her ass.
“This plug says you’re a naughty girl,” he says as he slides it home.“Do you feel that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, panting.
“Fuck, you look so goddamn gorgeous, I can’t fucking wait anymore,” Bash says, yanking off his shirt and pulling his cock from his pants.He thrusts into her pussy without any warning, but she’s wet already and the only resistance probably comes from the thickness of the plug.
Because we haven’t clipped her wrist cuffs back to the bed, her arms are free.I grip her hands and bring them to the mattress over her head, grinning down at her when she tries to pull away.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” I say.
Her brown eyes are wide as she nods.Gone is the sassy brat, and now we have a good little girl on her hands.She wants her orgasms.
Bash strokes in and out of her.I love watching, seeing their bodies meet.He has to lean back slightly so he doesn’t knock his head on the spreader bar, but we have her legs folded back enough, it isn’t too much of a danger.
