Page 100 of Falling for Them
Kingston chuckles and pulls back.“No, you made your bed, baby girl.Now you have to lie in it.”
“But Mr.Tyler—Daddy—” I begin.
Sebastian is suddenly before me.I have to tilt my head back to meet his fiery gaze.He threads his fingers into my hair, tugging out my bun.Then he wraps my curls around his hand and levers my head back even farther.“You’re going to pay for your little jokes.You know that, don’t you?”
A thrill of fear, mixed with lust, moves through me like a wildfire.Shoving aside the fear, I say in the most casual, uncaring tone I can muster, “I’m looking forward to it.”
The look he shoots at Kingston is priceless.It’s halfCan you believe this girl?and halfI want to spank her ass right now.I wait to see what’s going to happen.
“You’re trying to control how this goes,” he finally says, his eyes on mine.Using one finger, he pries my lips apart and pushes shoves his finger into my mouth.“It’s not going to work.If you keep talking like a smartass, you’ll find yourself gagged.”
I swirl my tongue around his finger.I don’t want to displease him, not really.I make a sound of assent and suck gently on him, imagining the things I would do if it were his cock in my mouth instead of his finger.
He takes his finger away with a groan.“Do something, King, before I bend her over and fuck her.”
I look back to Kingston.“What are you going to do?”
“First, we’re going to make sure you can’t get away from us so fast next time,” Kingston says.
The stern tone of his voice sends a thrill of lust through my core.
“Oh.Um, I guess that would be all right.”
He smirks.“I wasn’t asking for permission, little one.”
Of course he wasn’t.That’s not how these guys do things.My skin feels tight, and I can’t wait to be out of these clothes.I can’t wait to feel their hands on me—all over me.
“Keep her busy,” Kingston says, then steps out of the living room.
Sebastian’s smile is pure sadism as he says, “Get on your knees, little girl, and take out my cock.”
I scramble to do as he asks, eager to taste him.No sooner have I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, but he steps back, out of my reach.
“You want me in your mouth,” he says, smirking.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You were naughty, though.”He wraps a hand around his length and strokes, watching me.
I can’t help the look of longing that must be on my face.That gorgeous, thick cock should be mine, but he’s not letting me touch it.
“Please,” I whisper.“I’m sorry.”
“You will be.”His strokes are lazy and slow, like an acoustic ballad.But rather than soothe me, they only heighten my own desire.
Kingston returns, a length of smooth gray rope in his hands.He nods at the sight of me kneeling before Sebastian.
“Can we have her stand up?”he asks.
Bash nods and pushes his cock back into his jeans.I mourn its disappearance.He says, “Up you go, little brat.”
I stand, waiting for my next instruction.Kingston wordlessly grabs my arms and arranges them in front of me.
“Hold still.”He wraps the cords of rope around my wrists, his movements sure, his brow furrowed in concentration.I watch as the coils layer.
“Stretch your hands out, baby girl,” he says.“Move your wrists.”
I do as he says, mesmerized by the pretty silver rope.He checks the tightness by sliding his finger between the rope and my inner forearms.Then he holds the end of the rope and tugs.I rock forward, surprised that the rope pulls me but doesn’t tighten on my wrists.
