“Like what you see, princess? Your moans make me so hard.”
“I’ve been getting more and more aroused, Sir. I can’t take it anymore. Please? I’ve been patient, but you promised me a spanking.”
He stepped behind me, rearranging Eloise. I knew because the warmth from her body disappeared. Two harsh slaps sounded over my shoulder followed by her gasps. Suddenly hewas holding his hands out to me. I placed my palms in his, and he brought me to the bed.
Kingston bit my earlobe and nibbled along my neck. “You always have more fun with a paddle. I’m going to use my flogger and then you’re going to put our girl across your lap and spank her until I tell you to stop. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I agreed.
“Good boy.”
He turned on music from an app on his phone, upbeat pop songs that would give him a rhythm to follow. Lifting the flogger in his hands, swishing it through the air, he landed the thick leather tails across Eli’s shoulders. She moaned, her gorgeous body arching to meet each strike as he continued as if painting her body with the flogger. The music swelled and diminished. His movements were fluid as if he had memorized each beat in order to time the tails. Soon Eloise was a light pink along her back and shoulders then lower across the expanse of her ass. His flogger skills were precise, probably because of his epic hand-eye coordination. I didn’t love the flogger in most instances, it felt like a rough massage, but in King’s hands it was truly a different experience. After a few more well-placed strokes, he put the flogger in his toy bag. Eli hummed contentedly.
I touched her head. “How do you feel, lemondrop?”
“So relaxed. I think King found knots that have been hanging out since my twenties. All of them are gone. I’m all melty.”
“You look incredibly sexy. Come crawl across my lap.” I patted my thigh. She immediately complied, her breasts bouncing as she moved, distracting me completely. I wanted to flip her up by the headboard and fuck her until she screamed for us, but this was about her needs. Growling, I held her against my body.
“You okay there, tiger?” she asked sweetly.
“I’m so fucking hard, babygirl. Your sweet little pussy brushed across me, and I want to taste it.”
Kingston chuckled, handing me a leather paddle instead of the oak one. “You’re going to have to wait. Her curvy butt isn’t nearly pink enough.”
She cooed, rubbing herself against my thighs.
“Stay still, Eli.” I smacked her ass hard.
“Well, if you’re just going to spank me, then I’ll keep grinding.”
“Who’s a naughty little thing?” Kingston picked up a bottle of lube. He squirted it into the cleft of her ass and she gave out several indignant squeaks. “Don’t sass your Sir when he tells you not to do something.”
“I was saying something factual, Daddy.” She stuck her lower lip out in an adorable pout.
“Bullshit.”
“I’m serious! It was a simple if-then statement.”
King slid his pointer finger deftly into her ass without giving her a chance to do or say anything else. She bucked. “Spank her upper thighs. Right there.”
I had a feeling I knew how she was going to respond, but this was our first time playing. Cracking the paddle against her thighs, I watched her crash into me. She mewed while Kingston kept his finger buried in her tight pucker. It didn’t take more than a few harsh strikes across her butt to get her to beg for us to stop.
“Want to fix your response, princess?” King growled against her ear.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sassy because all I’ve been thinking about is being spanked and fucked.”
“There’s my good girl.” He kissed her temple. “Who do you want in your pussy?”
“Daddy’s choice.”
“Fuck. That’s the hottest answer you could have given. Rock, paper, scissors, Reed?”
“As entertaining as it would be, Sir, I always lose that game.”
“So, you want me to decide?”
“Yes, I’m happy with any combination you’d like, Sir.” I nodded, acquiescing to his dominance.
