“Or we could take turns devouring your pussy after I spank your sexy ass.” Kingston growled, the reverberations vibrating against my neck.
Eli giggled. “I thought you forgot about that.”
“I told you I brought toys. Come on, I want to hear both of you screaming for me, pleasure rolling through your bodies.”
“Huh. You didn’t hear it enough the past two days?” I sassed. My teasing earned me one hard swat against the seat of my Eddie Bauer lounge pants. I typically had a high pain tolerance but being spanked by him with my strap this morning left me very sore. Groaning, I drummed my feet up and down for a count.
“Your ass can’t handle another round, babyboy. Pick up Eli and follow me.”
His tone brooked no argument and not even my brat could find a loophole there. Not when the next threat in his arsenal would be orgasm denial, as I had patiently explained to Eloise. Plus, the nickname brought heat to my face. Instead of complying right away, I turned around to face him. My brat always wanted to battle him. Oh. It was because I had a self-limiting belief in my head that my best friend couldn’t possibly be interested in dealing with all my shit. I made a mental note to talk to him about it before I wound up actually disrespecting him.
“Can you call me something else?”
“Is a different pet name going to change the defiant tone flying out of your mouth?”
Eloise slid off the counter, but there wasn’t much space so she wound up in between the two of us. I tilted my head to the side, studying his posture for a moment before smirking.
“It might.”
“You have thirty seconds to do as you were told.”
“Or what will happen?”
“I’ll plug your ass with a toy instead of my cock and you won’t get to come until I give you permission. Try me, little prince. I set my expectations for your behavior. Think carefully before you reply.”
The sweet nickname drew a huge, goofy grin to my face. I scooped Eli into my arms. Our King. Our boyfriend. Our Daddy. Everything I’d always wanted and more. I wanted to call him the title he’d earned, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
“I apologize, Sir. I probably let my thoughts run amok for a hot minute instead of listening to you.”
Kingston nodded. “Very good. Follow me.”
Twelve
Reed
We moved the party to the bedroom but my gaze kept drifting to the sweet and sassy woman in my arms. I never thought stopping to help a friend on the side of the road could have set me on this path. Reaching my bedroom, I was pleasantly surprised at what Kingston had done. He’d stripped the comforter, extra sheets, blankets and pillows off of the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet in place. Electric candles lined both of my nightstands and windowsill. He’d laid out a few implements, though I couldn’t see exactly which ones, along with a variety of toys and lube. Between his toy bag and his jump bag, King was always prepared. I took in the picture around us, my heart growing as full as it could be. He wanted to make a good impression and it was working.
“Oooh, it’s so cozy,” Eloise cooed. “Even with that oak paddle giving me the side-eye.”
“Handcrafted by Logan,” Kingston mused. “I’d say its bark is worse than its bite, but in this case, it’s not.”
“You don’t have to spank me, you know? It was merely a suggestion yesterday.”
“I’d really like the first time I spank you to be for pleasure or a release, princess, instead of for punishment. Then when I’m using it for discipline, you’ll remember the difference.”
I set Eli down on the rug in front of my bed, waiting semi patiently for Kingston to take control of the situation.
“Yes, Sir. I understand and agree,” she said, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Take off her clothes, Reed.”
Eloise licked her lips. I started with her socks and shoes, taking each one and setting them aside. Her dress slacks came off next, followed by her silky blouse. I took my time with the tiny pearl buttons, my fingers more nimble than they looked as I moved down the row. Sliding the gorgeous top off her shoulders, I took care to set it on the armchair near me so it wouldn’t wrinkle. She smiled warmly, appreciating the gesture.
When I returned to unhook her bra, Eli held her arms out so I could remove the lacy peach-colored garment, leaving her in only a tiny pair of nude panties. I danced them down her hips, slowly, until they joined the rest of her outfit. As beautiful as she was in clothing, without them increased my appreciation for her full curves. Kingston reached around to the front of her body, pinching each of her nipples until they pebbled. Her head lolled back on her shoulders.
“I think she likes that.”
“Suck on them,” he growled.
