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“Now,” he says.“I missed you last night.And you were not kind to me when I showed up here just now.”
I immediately know what he’s doing—he’s looking for an excuse to punish me.I have to decide whether or not I want to give it to him.
Ha.Of course I want to give him an excuse to punish me.
“I treated you like you deserved,” I say.“And I’d do it all over again.”
“Would you, now?”He spins me around in his arms, bends me over in one quick motion, and spanks my ass.
“Hey!”I yelp.
He does it again.
I struggle out of his arms and dart away.Unfortunately, I go in the wrong direction—farther into the closet.
“Ella,” he says.“Are you misbehaving?”
“Um…” I look to the left and the right.To the right, Kingston’s suits dangle neatly from their hangers.To the left, a mostly empty clothing rod stretches down the length of the walk-in closet.
I’m fucked.
Literally.
Sebastian takes off his shirt.There’s nowhere to hide or escape to, and I don’t want to hide or escape, anyway.I straighten up and walk right back to him.I can’t hold back—I run my hands over his chest and abs, over his arms.I want to touch every inch of his skin, trace his tattoos.
He captures my hands and holds them over my head.“I’ve a mind to see you tied up so you can’t get away from me.”
Just then, the elevator chimes in the other room, and Kingston calls out, “Ella, are you here?”
“Perfect timing,” Sebastian whispers, biting my ear.”
“I’m in here,” I call out to Kingston.“Sebastian won’t let me go.Help me, please, Daddy?”
Kingston doesn’t say anything, but I hear his footsteps, slow and purposeful, as he strides through the penthouse.They quiet when he hits the rug in the bedroom, and then he’s standing before the closet, his stormy, blue-gray eyes calculating.
“Oh, King,” Sebastian says.“Glad you’re here.We have a very naughty brat to punish.”
“Excellent.”Kingston sets down his keys, wallet, and phone and shrugs out of his suit jacket.He unbuttons his cuffs, then his shirt.
It’s impossible to look away as he shoves off his shirt and then shrugs out of his undershirt.Good heavens, that man is beautiful.He walks over to stand next to Sebastian.
“You’re not here to help me?”I ask Kingston.
“I’m here to help punish you, sure,” he says with a wicked grin.“Looks like you could use some rope, Bash?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
I try to squirm out of Sebastian’s hold, but he doesn’t let me go.Instead, he uses his free hand to unfasten my jeans and shove them down my thighs.If I struggle too much, I’m going to lose my balance.I know he won’t let me fall, but I also know I’m trapped and I should just accept it.He grips me around the waist and yanks off my shirt.I shiver in my bra and panties, with my jeans stuck around my legs.
Kingston leaves the closet and returns a moment later with the silvery rope he used on me before.He brings my arms down and begins to tie, his movements quick and purposeful.
“My dick gets harder and harder with every loop I see wrapped around your skin,” he says in a low voice.
When he’s finished, he takes the free end of the rope and wraps it around the empty part of the rod.He gives it a tug, and the rod remains firm.
“Don’t put all your weight on it,” he says to me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.“We haven’t properly tested it for that.”
I tug at the rope, though, and see I’m well and truly caught.The two men stand next to me, seeming larger in the closet.The outlines of their cocks are visible, pressing against the front of their pants.
