Page 100 of Kneeling for Them

I jam my hands into my pockets.“Well?”

“That’s all you have to say for yourself, young lady?”

Damn, that’s hot.I decide to keep it going.“It’s not like I’mthatlate getting home.Curfews are stupid, anyway.”

The side of his mouth lifts slightly before he catches it and mashes his lips into a tight line.The fluorescent lights of the parking garage catch the silver in his whiskers.His shoulders are broad in his suit, his waist trim.

And those beautiful, gray-blue eyes are full of heat.

“Get inside, now,” he says.“It’s time you faced some consequences for your actions.”

I don’t know why, but I want to push him further.“Nah, I think I’ll call a friend to pick me up.”

“You’ll do no such thing.”He jams the elevator button and the doors open.

“Psh.”I turn around and start to flounce away.

His arms band around my waist.The parking garage spins as I find myself lifted up and slung over his shoulder.

“Daddy!”I yell.

His hand comes down on my ass hard, a stinging slap.“You willlistento me, or you will find yourself in a world of hurt.”

Mmm, a world of hurt.Why does that soundgood?

So, I do what any bad little girl would do—I struggle in his hold.

Laughing, he spanks me again and steps into the elevator.The doors close.I look at my reflection, upside down, past his waist.Even seeing myself like this, handled in this way by Kingston, gives me another thrill of lust.

“Put me down,” I say in a pouty voice.

“No fucking chance.You made your bed, now you have to lie in it.”

Ooh, I can’t wait to lie in it.

While the elevator takes us up, he runs his free hand over my ass and thighs, stopping between my legs to rub against my pussy.He isn’t gentle or sweet about it, but crude and rough.I fucking love it.

Abruptly, he takes his hand away from me.

“More,” I say.

“Ha.Like you get to dictate the terms of this,” he says.

The elevator chimes and the doors open to his penthouse.He still doesn’t put me down, and instead carries me to the living area.He dumps me on the couch and I bounce on the cushions, but his hands are there to catch me in case I’m in any danger of falling.

Damn, this guy is good.

“I don’t see a bed here,” I say.“You said I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.”

“Are you going to be a little brat the whole night?”he asks.

I lift a careless shoulder.“Maybe.”

“Take off your clothes, brat.”

I wait just long enough for him to narrow his eyes and give me a hard look.There’s a delicious thrill that runs through me when I disobey.I don’t understand it, but I love it.

I remember something he mentioned once, about wanting to corrupt me.Curious about what kind of reaction I might get, I lower my eyes and whisper, “I’m only misbehaving because, well, this seems so dirty and new.”