Page 38 of Kneeling for Them

I inch my toes to the side.

“Your punishments are adding up,” he says.

I’m counting on it.But I say, “I think you’re all talk.Old man.”

He gives a sadistic chuckle and walks off.

Pursing my lips, I am the picture of innocence as he goes to the bar and exchanges a few words with the bartender.He’s back with me a minute later, and leading me to the dance floor.

“What about my so-called punishments?”I ask, letting a little more attitude come through my tone.

“Just a few moments,” he says, and he tugs me to him to dance.

I might have joked about him being an old man, but there’s nothing old about the way he dances.His hands caress me, little touches here and there.Nothing lewd or risqué, just reminders that my body is attuned to his.Every glancing slide of his palm on me serves to heighten my nerves.

After a few minutes of dancing, he turns to look at the bar.One of the servers nods at him.

“All right, little girl, let’s go,” he says.

“Go already?We just got here.”

“We’re not leaving,” he says, “but you were a sassy little brat, and you need to be punished.”

He holds my wrist, not my hand.I remember when he wrapped my arms in rope and led me around his living room.This is similar, only there are hundreds of people around here.Nobody seems to notice that I’m being led around like a pet or a little kid, but I’m conscious of the sensation, and my face feels hot.

This is humiliating…and a little bit of a turn-on.

Okay, a lot of a turn-on.

Kingston leads me up some stairs, through a short hallway, and to a door which he unlocks with a key card.

“In you go,” he says.“Remove the dress, leave on your panties and heels.Then stand in front of the window, tits bare.”

I look at the window where he points, and see that it shows the entire dance floor.

“Won’t people be able to see me?”I ask.

“You can leave it dark up here.No one will even think to look.Except for me.”

“Wait, you’re…you’re not going to be in here with me?”

He grins.“I’ll come back eventually.This is the equivalent of a naughty girl standing in the corner while her daddy gets to go have fun.”

“I don’t want you dancing with other women,” I say, frowning.

“You don’t really get to say what I do, little girl.”

I feel as if all the breath leaves my lungs.Would he really do that?Dance and flirt with other women while I’m up here alone in my underwear—

“Ella,” he says, cupping my cheek and looking into my eyes with his stormy blue-gray ones, “I don’t want anyone but you.I’m going down to get us drinks, okay?”

“Oh.”My exhale is loud.

“Did I make you jealous, baby girl?”

“Yes.For fuck’s sake, don’t do that again.”

He just smiles.“Now you know how I felt about that bouncer.The only man I want staring at you like that, other than me, is Sebastian.”