Page 101 of Kneeling for Them

“Fuck, baby girl,” he growls.“You know just what to say, don’t you?I’ll help you get naked, and then I’m going to show you howverydirty I can be.”

His movements are gentle as he lifts my shirt over my head.I put up a protest in name only when he moves to unfasten my bra.He tugs my arms away.

“Don’t be a bad girl,” he whispers.“Let me do this.Let me…corrupt you.”

Holy.Fuck.

I hold still while he gets me the rest of the way naked, allowing him this control.He runs his hand down my front, between my breasts, over my stomach, and down to my pussy.He cups my mound, then moves his fingers through my wetness.

“So wet,” he says, grinning down at me.“Even though you’re new to this, I think you like it.You like being a dirty little girl.”

I can’t help but move my hips, trying to get more of his touch on my pussy.His words are so filthy yet so perfect.

“Do you like this?”he asks.

I nod.“It feels good, Daddy.”

“I bet it does.”He moves his hand back, skirting the cleft of my ass.

I tense up.

“No, that’ll feel good, too,” he says.“I promise, it will.”

Oh, I know it will.But we’re pretending right now, so I give a whimper of dismay and uncertainty as he moves my body so I’m bending forward.“What are you doing, Daddy?”

He takes off his shirt and tosses it to the couch behind me.“Grab your ankles, sweetheart.”

I’m so wet, it’s a wonder I’m not dripping.

“I’m going to use you,” he says, unfastening his belt and pants.“I’m going to get you so filthy, fill you with my come.And you might think it’s dirty, little girl, but you’re going to fucking love it and beg me for more when I’m through.”

I moan as he gets behind me.The head of his cock drags over my pussy and I moan again.Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he presses inside.

“I can feel you squeezing me tight,” he says.“You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re gorgeous—look over there, at the window,” he says.

The single low lamp that’s on provides enough light for our reflections to show in the floor-to-ceiling window at the side of the living room.Kingston is shirtless, but his pants are still on, just shoved down low enough for his cock to come out.I fucking love it when he doesn’t take the time to get undressed all the way, even though I am.Something about that power inequality does it for me, and I’m not sure what that says about me, but I definitely don’t care.His hands are on my hips and his eyes meet mine in our reflection as he pumps into me.I never gave much thought to whether I’m “hot” or not, but this view is so arousing, it won’t take much longer for me to come.

And that he’s doing this raw, without a condom?My pussy clenches at the very thought.

“Yes, you do love it, don’t you?”he asks.“What do you think about this?”

He touches me with his fingers, gathering my arousal up and sliding it to my asshole.His finger breaches me.I know I’ll enjoy this, but like always, there’s that initial discomfort, the uncertainty.

“It’s dirty, Daddy,” I whimper.

“Dirty, but good,” he says, pushing his finger in farther.“Isn’t it?”

I keep quiet.I don’t want to admit that I like it.He’ll win, and I can’t have that.

“Ella,” he says, “be good and answer me.Do you like it?”

“Mmm,” I say, hoping that will be enough.

“Okay, I’ll just stop, then,” he says, pulling both his cock and his finger away.