Their little rascal

Trentuno: Ellie

~ Discipliniamo la nostra bambina con amore e un po' di sesso

~ Disciplining our little girl with love and a bit of fucking.

They'd been staring at her with a scowl as she threw another spoon right at Elio. He ducked just in time, missing the hit by an inch. As he looked up once again, his eyes caught the angry ones of Ellie. "Principessa." He warned, raising a daring brow at her.

Ellie huffed, her chest rising and falling heavily as she grabbed another spoon and aimed it at Romeo this time, with swift movements,  he caught it mid-air, a few inches away from his left eyeball. Ellies' heart dropped, not because of the look they gave her but because she nearly popped his eyes out.

The shock and fear disappeared immediately as it came, her bare feet stomping to the white bowl on the table with determined steps. Marco saw it coming before the other two did, but even he was too late to stop her as she grabbed the small bowl in her hands and angry raised her hands above her head before tossing it hard on the floor.

"Fucking hell, Ellie!" Romeo snapped, quick to grab her by the waist and up in his arms away from the pieces of glasses on the floor. He hastily had her sit on the counter, glaring at her. "What's fucking wrong with you?" He hadn't raised his voice but he wasn't being nice too.

Elio went to grab a broom and sweeps the mess off the floor, Marco helping with it. As they finally got the floor clean, Ellie tried to jump off the counter to run to her bedroom but was held firmly by her thighs. She glared at Romeo as the other two walked to them. "Let m-me go!"

Something ticked in Romeo but he pushed it away. "Behave." He gritted out, squeezing her thighs enough for her to squirm. "Why are you acting up so much? It's been two fucking days, baby. Talk to me."

Her eyes blazed with anger, without even realizing it she fisted her small hand pinched his chest. "Ouch!" She yelped in pain, shocked to find that her small punch attempt didn't even hurt Romeo the slightest. In fact, it both confused and amused him. "M-My hand.."

"Weren't you the one being a brat just now, mmh?" Elio had spoken, and she turned her head to glare at him. Elio returned the look, before sighing softly in frustration. "What's wrong, little love?" His eyes softened and her heart flatters. "Talk to us?"

"No." She shook her head stubbornly, folding her arms around her chest with a pout. "Down, Romeo." She said, asking him to put her down as she glared up at him.

"Ask nicely baby. You're being very rude." Romeo scolded, flicking her more with a thumb, and she unwilling sneezed. A chuckle left his lips at the cute girl before him. "Repeat after me, sì?" The girl continued to glare at them, hands folded.

Marco and Elio watched on the side, completely exhausted and confused. Marco had grabbed a glass and pour himself a drink whiles Elio simply leaned by the counter with folded arms and kept his eyes on Ellie.

"No. D-Down." Elio would have laughed but thief little girl was out of character for two days now. They didn't understand exactly why, and what had caused this. Even though it was amusing, they had to understand what exactly was going on then disciplining their girl.

As dominants they knew before going the hard way, they had to go easy on her first. Snapping wasn't always the best solution.

Even though knowing this, Marco slammed the glass on the table and marched to Ellie angrily. "Shit, Marco wait-" Elio tried to warn him but he hadn't paid much attention to him as he almostpushed Romeoaway if he hadn't moved on his own.