Page 17 of Kneeling for Them

He kisses me sweetly at first, his lips soft but scorching.In the span of two heartbeats, though, the kiss turns dirty, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his grip on my neck moving to my hair.He lets go of my wrists and reaches for the hem of my t-shirt, which he shoves up to expose my bra-clad breasts.

“Sebastian,” I start to say.

“Daddy,” he corrects in a whisper against my jaw.

“Daddy, we shouldn’t—”

“Shouldn’t what?”He reaches for one of my nipples and rolls it between his fingers.Lust spikes like a drug through my body.

“Oh…fuck,” I say.“We should.We really should.”

He backs me against the door, and his cock is a hard length pressing against my hip and stomach.I don’t care that we’re in Kevin’s office—I want Sebastian to take me right here, right now, to hell with all the consequences.He kisses me again and I moan into his mouth, craving his fingers everywhere.My clothes are too constricting.I want to take everything off, and I imagine climbing his body, letting him hold me up while he fucks me.

Abruptly, he pulls away.A soft smile lifts the corners of his mouth as he looks me over—my shirt’s shoved up, my nipples are hard behind the lacy fabric of my bra, and I can feel that my skin is flushed with heat and desire.

“Are you ready to be punished, little girl?”he asks.

Oh, I’m more than ready.

Kingston

Sebastian’s text sends me rushing home from the office.Yeah, once again, I’ve worked late.I know I need to cut back, but there’s so much that needs to get done.Fucking hell.

At least I get to my place before Bash and Ella do.They come up in the elevator just as I’m removing my jacket.Ella’s cheeks are flushed and her lips are red and swollen.I smirk at Sebastian, who looks fucking pleased with himself.

“Come give Daddy a hug,” I say, holding my arms out.

She steps into my embrace, and damn, it feels so good to hold her.Keeping her tucked in my arms, I say, “I’ve missed you, little girl.”

“I missed you too,” she says.

“What’s this I hear about you not being honest?”

“You told him already?”Ella says, turning to look at Bash.

“We don’t keep secrets from each other,” Bash says.“It’s time you learned that, princess.”

Ella gives me a concerned look.

“This is very serious,” I say.“Why didn’t you tell us the truth?”

“I didn’t really mean to lie about anything.”She sighs.

I take her by the hand and lead her to one of the sofas, where I invite her to sit before taking a seat, myself.Bash, of course, remains standing.He leans against the wall and folds his arms across his chest.

“Do you really not know how we feel about you?”I ask her.

She purses her lips and looks down.“We’re having fun, and I figured that’s…that’s about it.I mean, I know you guys care, it’s just…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence.

“It’s just, you haven’t seen it,” I say.

“Not that, I’ve seen it.But we’re not far enough along for me to let you find me an apartment, andpayfor it.Jeez.You could get me in there, and then, what if we break up?I’ll be without a place once again.”

“I’d pay for an apartment for you in perpetuity,” I say.

“That’s extreme,” she says.“You’ve got to hear yourself, right?”She looks over to Bash.