“I have my own rules.”
“And they are…?” Garrett asks.
“The girls are in control. Always. We have a switch dynamic, but Ellie leans submissive, and she needs to be checked in with, reminded to voice her needs and her boundaries.” He cuts his gaze to me, and I nod in agreement. “We need to have a safe word, and you,” he looks at Garrett, “don’t touch Ellie unless she asks.” He brings his eyes back to my face; they burn right through me as Hudson voices his final rule. “Nobody fucks Nat’s ass but me.”
“Yes, Coach.” I grin, tossing him a mock salute.
A throat clears from across the room, and we all turn to find Ellie standing in the entryway. Her backpack is still slung over her shoulders overtop her cropped white sweater, thick thighs fit perfectly into a pair of tight black leggings, just a glimpse of her tummy showing between her clothing. Her big, saucer-like greeneyes are wide, pretty pink lips parted, stray strands of auburn hair framing her freckled face.
My mouth dries out at the sight of her.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I’m going to make her come on my face.
“Hi, baby.” I smile. “How was your study group?”
“Fine,” she drawls, watching the rest of us curiously.
“Get your homework done, angel?” Hudson asks.
“Yes,” she murmurs timidly.
“Good. Come with me upstairs?” I ask, slipping off my stool and walking toward her.
She nods softly, taking my outstretched hand as I pull her from the entry of the townhouse and lead her toward her bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, I glance back at Hudson, winking.
When we step inside, she slips off her backpack, letting it fall to the floor by her desk as she takes off her shoes. I turn off the bright overhead light, flicking on the candle warmer on her desk and plopping a cube of her favorite cozy cashmere wax melt in the tray. Then, I plug in the soft strings of fairy lights around her closet before I spin her so her back faces the bed and gently push her down onto the mattress. “How much did you hear, love?”
“Um…” She chews on her lip, leaning back on her elbows. “Hudson’s rules.”
“And how do you feel about them?” I ask, falling over her, bracketing my arms on each side of her and bringing my lips to her neck.
“A little nervous,” she admits.
I lean around her, drawing her blinds and fluffing her throw pillows, before pulling back to connect my phone to her Bluetooth speaker. I choose her favorite soft indie list, cocooning her in her most comforting smells, sights, and sounds.
Ellie’s ADHD can make her easily overstimulated, and she doesn’t always react well to situations outside her comfort zone, especially if the environment doesn’t feel safe to her. She’s also a people-pleaser, though, and I know she’ll pressure herself to say yes to this, even if it’s not what she wants. It’s my job to help her feel safe enough to be honest but comfortable enough to consider trying something new.
I kiss her throat. “You have nothing to be nervous about, baby.” My breath skates along her skin, and I revel in the chills that bite her spine as she trembles and gasps. I whisper, “We can ease into it. Go as slow as you want. I’m here to take care of you, and if that means it’s a hard no, that’s okay too. Lean into what you feel good doing, okay?” Dragging my tongue along her jaw, I continue, “But…if you feel up to it, what if we just let them watch a little? Remember when we did that with Hudson at first? You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans, arching into my touch. “But what do I have to do?”
I sit up, tucking my fingers into the waist of her leggings. With the lift of her hips, I tug them down her body and slip them off her legs as she raises to take off her sweater, pulling her bra with it. She lays in front of me bare—plush and soft and so fucking tempting, a thin scrap of pink silk separating me from her perfect pussy.
“Baby, all you need to do is be my little pillow princess.” I grasp both her knees. “Spread those flawless thighs and let me feast on your pretty cunt.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HUDSON
“So,we’re doing this tonight then?” Garrett asks as a muffled moan floats down the stairs from behind Ellie’s closed bedroom door.
“Natalia wants you to watch. It’s more comfortable for Ellie to be eased into things that way,” I say casually as I finish packing Nat’s lunches for the week, stacking them in the fridge. “Plus, she’s going to test you. She likes to be in control.”
“I’ve got no problem with that, brother.” He leans back with a wicked grin, crossing his arms behind his head. A smile tilts at the corner of my lips. I nod toward the stairs, and Garrett slides out of his stool before following me up.
“Fuck,” he mutters, laughing under his breath. “I still can’t believe this.”
“I’m fucking lucky,” I agree as we reach the second floor landing.
