Page 21 of Kneeling for Them

“You can know whatever you want to know,” I say.

Except for the full, unvarnished truth of why I left.Nobody except King and Trina know about that.If Ella knew the full story, she’d leave.

Clearing my throat and shoving those thoughts aside, I say, “When my mom divorced my dad, she didn’t try for custody or anything.She left me behind, but she also left a guitar.Dad threw out most of her stuff, but I kept hoping she would come back for the guitar.If I kept it, I reasoned, she would come home.An eight-year-old’s logic, right?Eventually I started playing the stupid thing, thinking maybe she wouldn’t come back for the guitar, but she’d come back if I was famous.”

Ella leans forward and kisses my hands again.I turn one over and cup her cheek, then stroke my fingers through her curls.

“It wasn’t the purest reason to turn to music,” I say, “but I fell in love with it.Eventually, I didn’t care if my mom came back for me or not.”

“Did she ever?”Ella asks.

“She did, sort of.Many years later, after I had a break-out hit.I was on tour, and I got a phone call through the record label.”I snort, remembering how surreal the whole experience was.“I chatted with her for a minute, asked how she was.Showed her the consideration she never gave me as a kid.Then I asked why she was calling.She said there was no reason, really.She just wanted to know if I was happy.”

“Were you?”Ella asks.

I shrug, considering.“Then?No.But now?Yes.”

“Good.”She leans back on her arms and tilts her head.“Play it one more time?”

“Sure, princess.”I play the song.It’s definitely a work-in-progress, but Ella just closes her eyes and listens.When I’m finished, I ask, “Do you work tomorrow night?”

“Nope.”

“Good.We’re taking you on a date.”

She nods and smiles.“Yeah.Okay.”

The blanket shifts and I catch a glimpse of her cleavage.Setting the guitar aside, I say, “Let me help you relax so you can go back to sleep.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, come sit on Daddy’s lap.”As she starts to move, I remember I don’t have a condom with me.“Back to bed, first,” I say, taking her hand.“And be quiet—we don’t want to wake up King.”

She glances at me from the corner of her eye.“What’s that about?He didn’t want to wake you up last time.”

I chuckle.“It’s a stupid game we have.I don’t know why we do it, or why it started.”

Her smile is genuine, but I see more behind her eyes—she doesn’t love that we’ve done this with other women.I squeeze her hand in mine and lead her to the bed.There, I remove my boxers and sit, then I grab a condom from the nightstand.I slide it over my cock, watching Ella as I do it.Behind me, sprawled on the mattress, is King.I spare him a glance before turning back to Ella.

“Sit on Daddy’s cock,” I whisper.“And do it slow and careful.We can’t shake the bed or King’ll wake up.”

“Then how are we—”

“Shh,” I say.“I’ll take care of you.I always do, don’t I?”

She nods.

I slide the blanket from her shoulders, revealing her gorgeous body.My dick twitches in excitement, but first, “Are you wet enough for me, princess?”

She reaches between her legs and slides her finger over her folds, then nods.“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.

I grab her wrist and bring her finger to my mouth, tasting her.“Up you go, princess.”

She climbs up, a knee on the edge of the mattress on either side of my legs.I guide my cock toward her pussy and groan in pleasure as she begins to sink down onto me.Fuck, she’s so fucking hot and wet and tight.

When she starts to rise up, I hold her in place.“Slow,” I murmur, kissing her ear and giving it a little bite.

She gasps and her pussy clenches me tighter.I move my hips slowly, grinding against her, trying to rub against her clit.Something’s working, because she moans softly and tightens her legs as if trying to hold me in place.I reach between us and palm one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, watching her eyes flutter shut in pleasure.