Page 101 of Falling for Them
He leads me around the coffee table, once, twice.It’s like I’m on a leash.My face flames.This should be demeaning somehow, shouldn’t it?But instead, it’s arousing.My inner thighs are wet and slippery, and they grow more so with each step.If I were still wearing panties, they’d be soaked.
Sebastian moves into the kitchen area and opens a drawer.I stumble on another lap around the coffee table, trying to see what he’s doing.
“Oops, we forgot to take off your clothes before King tied you up,” Sebastian says, but he doesn’t really sound sorry.He holds up a pair of scissors.
“You can’t cut this dress,” I say, shaking my head.“I have to wear it for work.”
“I’ll get you a new one,” Sebastian says.
“Bash.Please.”I am not okay with this.“I’m sayingredto cutting my clothes.”
Frowning, he puts the scissors down.He doesn’t get it—I can’t just buy whatever, and maybe he says he will replace my uniform, but does he even know where to find a dress like this?
But I don’t like that I’ve made him frown.“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Princess,” he says, hurrying to stand next to me, “you don’t have to be sorry.I’m glad you said your safe word when it’s important to you.”He cocks his head at Kingston.“Bedroom?”
“Bedroom,” Kingston says, and leads me there by the rope.
“What should we do about my dress?”I ask.
“You don’t need to worry about a thing,” Kingston says.“You let us worry.Besides, I don’t think a little bit of fabric is going to get in the way of what we want to do to you.”
Sebastian comes up to my side and pulls the dress up until it bunches around my waist.“Get on your knees again, princess,” he says.“Up on the bed and face us.”
I clamber up, feeling awkward with my wrists bound and the dress threatening to fall over my hips again.Sebastian improvises something with his belt, tying up my dress so my ass and pussy are exposed.I must look so weird right now, but both of the men are looking at me with darkened, lustful gazes.
“Now,” Sebastian says, “how about you give us a show?”
“A—show?”I gulp.I don’t know about that.I thought they were going to punish me and fuck me and that would be the end of it.
“You know I love watching you touch your pussy,” Sebastian says.“I think King would like it, too.”
Hesitantly, I bring my hands down to my mound and touch my folds.They’re wet and swollen.I want these men so freaking bad, it’s embarrassing.
Or it would be embarrassing, if I couldn’t tell from their hard cocks pressing against their pants, that they feel the same way about me.
That view—of these two men obvious in their lust—gives me the courage and brazenness that I need to touch myself some more.I run the pad of my fingers over my clit and close my eyes at the rippling sensation.I want something inside of me.Preferably Sebastian or Kingston’s cocks, but as those aren’t available at the moment, my fingers will have to do.The rope slides against my skin, silky against my inner thighs as I bend my wrists to press a finger into my pussy.
Before I can get more than a knuckle deep, my hands are tugged away.
My eyes open in surprise and I meet Kingston’s gaze.Both he and Sebastian are smirking, and Kingston is holding the rope attached to my wrists.
“I thought you wanted me to touch myself?”
“Oh, I do,” he says.“Go ahead, little one.”
Warily, I return my hands to my pussy.Just as I’m getting into it, as the sensations of slippery fingers and delicious pleasure begin to carry me away, Kingston yanks on the rope again and interrupts me.It happens twice more.Yet I keep dutifully returning my hands to my folds and playing with myself for their amusement.
The next time, it’s Sebastian who reaches for the rope and yanks my hands away.
“Ugh, please,” I say.I was so fucking close!“Please let me come.”
When Sebastian gives the rope back to Kingston, who gives it some slack again, I keep my hands still.
“Why aren’t you touching yourself, Ella?”Sebastian asks.
“Because one of my daddies is only going to pull away my hands again.”If I sound like a sulky little girl, they don’t seem to mind.
