Their little rascal

Diciannove: Ellie

~Uno sguardo a noi
~A glimpse of us.

♧~E.L.L.I.E~♧
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I was high on everything about this three men. They were so gentle with me, so attentive and dominant. They said they wanted me to be their little, and yes at first I didn't understand exactly what they were talking about.

Well that was not the case no more, today I got to see what they wanted from me. I didn't understand exactly what they were looking for in me because I still don't think I'm that good but I was willing to try. Pretend like I felt worth it.

Elio and I walked inside hand by hand as the other two followed from behind. I still couldn't look into Marco's eyes exactly because I felt just a little bit jealous that he had touched another woman today. Even though I would never voice my jealousy, it would only make me look stupid because they were too good for me either way.

The events that happened just an hour ago kept playing in my head as we finally got in. The first thing I did was walk straight away from them, heading to my room because I suddenly felt like running.

I heard them three stop their quiet chitchat and felt eyes following me. The moment I was half way up the staircase, I was stopped. "Ellie." And guess by who? His deep voice left me standing in place. The command in them freezing up my muscles and forcing them to open. "Come here, topolini."

"I-I need to used the...the toilet...I-I..." i tried to look for an excuse, about to move forward when another called me into place. This time, I felt the anger and disappointment in their tones. "Principessa." Elio said firmly. "Come here." He drawls slowly as though my disobedience was testing their patience.

I felt goosebumps on my skin. Feeling disappointed in myself for angering them. "Bambina." Romeo snapped me out of my little self-pity. I jumped and turned, facing them but avoiding their eyes. "Why are you misbehaving, mmh?"

"I'm so-sorry! I'm...I-I-" the look on Romeos' eyes cuts me off. He raised a brow, telling me to stop talking as he carefully takes a sit on the catch. "Come here, bambina."

Walking towards them, I stood right in front of Marco, he was staring at me with a frown. I look I couldn't understand exactly, but it's as though he was disappointed in me? I couldn't tell, but it was very clear he wasn't happy with me and that made me whimper in displeasure.

He walked closer, his eyes hard but face blank. As he stood in front of me, he raised a brow questioning me silently. "Are you afraid of me, topolini?" He asked, and I immediately frowned.

"W-what?"

"I asked you question." His jaw clenched, he looked so disappointed in me. I didn't know or understand why. "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." I said firmly, hoping he'd hear the truth in my voice. I felt bad, made for making him think I feared him. His lips was still in a heavy scowl as he looked at me strangely as though I lied to him. Immediately, I grabbed his chest and got closer.
"I'm n-not afraid of you, daddy."

His shoulders slacked, and he took in a deep breath. His eyes softening. "Tell me, why were you running of, mmh?"

My eyes dropped, I gulped. Shaking my head and letting my hands drop from his chest. I felt Elio move to take a sit next to Romeo. The stared at us softly, attentively and it was a bit too much for me take in. I felt so seen. It felt good but also overwhelming. "I-I... y-you were, s-ahe was...I feel...i-i-"