We closed in on her, unzipping our trousers in unison.
The last word in our group chat had been bukkake.
The Japanese term meant to dash or to splash.
A well-known word in the pornography industry.
But it was the visual—the image of all of our come staining her face—that had made us convene at Dominion instead of waiting until we were home.
Ella settled back on her heels, assessing the situation with an accuracy that left me satisfied that she was adapting.
She opened her mouth and waited.
???
“Do you think he’s too hard on her?” Alec asked, rubbing his jaw.
Nick took Ella home before returning to Hustle. I had some work to clear up and Alec was finishing up on his own work.
I glanced at the money left on my desk. The money Ella refused to take.
We didn’t need disruption in the flow of Ella’s progression. She was primed to obey us and tonight proved that she fit at our centre.
It was time to switch out the birth control pills.
Alec wouldn’t notice the difference and it didn’t matter to me who the father of our children was.
“I’ll have a word with him,” I said with a nod.
The silence settled over the office. I studied Alec for a moment. He was a year younger than me, but we’d had this conversation before—years ago, when the future was still abstract and unclaimed.
“What about our plans?” I asked casually, eyes flicking back to my screen.“Do you still want kids one day?”
He didn’t answer straight away. That alone told me everything.
“Nothing’s changed for me,” he said eventually.
I almost smiled—not at the answer, but at the pause that followed. At the way his jaw tightened as he replayed the question and traced it back to its source.
To her.
“You’re considering Ella,” he said, finally. Not a question. A statement. His tone carried a sharp edge of accusation beneath the calm.
I didn’t look at him then. I didn’t need to.
The idea was already out in the open now—no longer hypothetical, no longer confined to my own planning. Alec had seen it for what it was.
“It would solve our little issue with Nick,” I added, letting the words land without emphasis.
Alec’s gaze sharpened immediately. Not surprised—calculating.
“How?” he asked.
“We’re family. More so for Nick, given his past. A child would bind us. Our claim to Ella would become irrefutable, even to Nick.”
“It would redefine her position,” he said slowly. “We should tell him.”
I smiled.
