Page 6 of Belonging to Them
“I was hanging onto it.We never did get around to using it at Mirarosa.”
“And…you want to use it now?”she says.
“Better late than never.Turn around, baby girl.”
Her mouth twists in a contented yet playful smirk as she spins around, putting her back to me.She holds her wrists behind her, but I’m not going to tie her up.Instead, I run the scarf over her neck.I love breath play, but after seeing Joel try to strangle her, I need some time before trying that again.I’m not sure if she needs time or not, too, so it’s best to hold off until we can discuss it.
I bring the scarf up, then hold it in front of her eyes.“How do you feel about being blindfolded?”
“I’ve never tried it, Daddy,” she says.
“Red is your safe word,” I remind her as I tie the two ends of the scarf behind her head.
“Okay, Daddy.”Her voice is slow and content.
Still standing behind her, I push one of her bra straps down, then the other.“I’m going to show Kingston your pretty breasts.If you’re lucky, he’ll play with them.”
King steps forward, his pants bulging at the front.He’s probably just as hard as I am.Watching our little girl get wet from my spankings, hearing her whimpers of pain and pleasure, and now he’s about to taste the sweetness of her skin.Unable to help myself, I bite down on her neck, gently.She shivers as I unsnap her bra and toss it to the side.
“You’re ours, little girl, my sweet Ella,” Kingston says.“We can give you pain”—he cups her ass cheek and squeezes—“and we can give you pleasure.”
Bending his head, he takes one of her nipples in his mouth.I watch his tongue dart out and taste her.
Ella moans in response, her head falling back to lean against my shoulder.
“Do you remember what you promised me,” he says, “when I helped you pick out a paddle?”
“What?”Ella asks.
He squeezes her ass again.“I get to take you back here.I hope you’re ready for me, baby.”
TWO
Ella
There’s really nothing quite like having the brat spanked out of me.I’m floating, swaying on a swing of bliss.These men can use me however they like, because even when it hurts, it feels good.Pain, pleasure, humiliation, pride—they all blend together into a perfect cloud of cotton candy.I’m so addicted to it, I’ll never be able to let them go.
I can’t see anything while wearing this scarf.There’s no way to anticipate what they’re going to do next.All I know is Kingston’s going to fuck my ass.
I fuckinglovethis.I love them.
I belong to them, and I wouldn’t change this for anything.
There’s a rustling sound of fabric, clothes being removed, no doubt.
Hot breath skims over my thighs, close to my pussy.And then a wet tongue licks my folds.
My knees start to buckle and I moan.Strong hands grip my hips and bend me forward slightly.The tongue at my pussy continues its explorations, tantalizing, slick, and warm.The soft beard that rubs against my thighs as he moves for better angles clues me into the fact that it’s Sebastian giving me head.
“Spread your legs a little more, angel,” Kingston says, nudging my feet apart with his own.
A moment later, there’s the click of a bottle opening, and cool, slippery liquid drizzles over my crack.Instinctively, I try to move forward, but Sebastian’s mouth is at my mound, and he holds me in place with his hands on my hips.
“You’re doing great, Ella,” Kingston says in a raspy voice as he uses a finger to breach my hole.
I groan in a combination of discomfort and arousal.The nerve endings back there are so sensitive and it feels so strange to be touched in this way.The verywrongnessof it turns me on even more.I’m a fucking freak, and I like it.I’m not ashamed.
Kingston moves his finger in and out of me, and soon, I’m rocking slightly to meet him.Sebastian continues to lick and suck my clit, and he pushes two fingers into my pussy.My world is dark and it has narrowed to the feelings of their fingers and Sebastian’s lips, and the wet sounds of their invasions of my body.
