I messaged Nick.
Me:Go check on her.
He read it and strode toward the bathroom.
Alec glanced at his phone.
“You’re stressing for no reason,” he said quietly.“She can handle it.”
“She needs to decompress. Nick should’ve known better.”
Twenty minutes later, they emerged. Ella had a towel draped over her shoulders. Nick’s was wrapped around his waist.
He stood her in the exact spot she’d licked clean, dried her off, then sat her on his lap. If we were normal, we’d whisper sweet nothings instead of the vile filth he murmured into her ear.
“Nick’s going all out with Ella,” Alec said.
“Hm,” I hummed.
“Then again,” he added,“I’ve done worse.”
“You have your moments,” I replied.“But you’re not hostile the way Nick is.”
“Look at the way he’s cradling her against his chest.”
I stared at the screen, and sure enough, he was holding her close. Ella’s eyes were closed, her cheek resting against his shoulder.
Subdued.
Subjugated.
Ours.
???
She lay collapsed over my chest, and I stroked her hair. It was damp—like her body. Alec leaned over her, kissing her shoulder.
“Don’t worry. You have another day off tomorrow. Rowan will stay home with you,” he told her.“If you’re lucky, he’ll feed you some more come. Nick told us you like to lap it up from the floor like a filthy fucktoy.”
“Don’t listen to him,” I said.“I’d come down your neck.”
Alec chuckled and pushed his cock deeper. It pressed against mine, and Ella grunted in discomfort. She did well taking both of us—but we weren’t done. Ella felt like a mission to all of us.
“It’s a pity I can’t have another day with her,” Nick chimed in.“We had so much fun today.”
As long as we could share the footage, there was no harm in some one-on-one time with Ella. I’d never considered voyeurism something I’d enjoy—but Ella was the exception.
“We’ll spend some quality time together,” I murmured.
She shivered between us.
Neither of us missed the way she clenched around our cocks.
Subtle.
Quick.
“Good girl,” Alec crooned.
