Page 10 of Kneeling for Them
Three
Kingston
“Strip?”Ella repeats.She doesn’t move at first, and I wonder if she’s going to push back.
“That’s what he said, yeah,” Bash says.“Strip, princess.”
She removes her coat.I take it from her and toss it onto one of the sofas.I make a mental note to order her a new coat as soon as she falls asleep tonight.This one felt as substantial as a sheet.
Ella fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt.Are we pushing her too hard?Her apartment was just robbed.Maybe now isn’t the time.
“Ella,” I say.
She lifts her gaze to mine once more.
“You have a safe word, sweetheart.Use it if you want.”
“No need,” she says, lifting her shirt over her head and revealing her breasts, held in a lacy pink bra.“I didn’t think I wanted to do this, but actually, I do.”
I nod and wave my hand imperiously, wordlessly telling her to get on with the stripping.She sticks her tongue out at me and toes off her shoes, then shoves down her jeans.
“Bra and panties, too,” Bash says.“And stick out your tongue again and I’ll find a good use for it.”
“I’m counting on that,” she says, shedding her underclothes.
I march over to the sliding door that leads to the balcony and crook my finger at her.“Come outside.”
“Um, I’m naked,” she protests.
I take off my suit jacket and throw it on the sofa with her coat, then begin unbuttoning my shirt.Soon, I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing, either.
Her gaze on my body is wanton, and her focus lingers on my cock.I’m only semi-hard, but her attention has my dick growing harder.
“Now,” I say, “get outside.I’m naked, too.”
Bash starts undressing while he watches Ella walk onto the balcony.
She wraps her arms around her waist and shivers.“Okay, I’m here.”
“Now jump in the pool,” I say.
She screeches, “What?”
Shaking my head, I march out to the balcony and grab her wrist.“In we go.”
“No-no-no-no—”
I hoist her up into my arms and look into her panicked face.“Is there something you’d like to say?”I ask.
“I don’t like being cold,” she says.
“You need to trust me,” I say.“Can you try?”
She purses her lips.“Okay.We’re going in together?I’m not a great swimmer.”
“Together,” I say.
I was about to throw her, but if she can’t swim very well, then nope.I move to the far corner of the pool, which is shallow, and take her down the tile steps.
