Page 12 of Kneeling for Them
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There you go.You’re such a good girl, the way you respond to us.Look what you do to Daddy Sebastian—he’s already getting hard again.”
Bash leans against the steps, watching us.His cock is in his hand.
I continue hitting the same place in her pussy, and her legs tighten around my waist.She pushes forward to meet my thrusts, her hair wet, water droplets clinging to her shoulders, her tits brushing against my chest as I fuck her.
“Tell me again, Daddy,” she says.“Please.”
It takes me a second, and then I realize—she thrives on the praise.“You’re a good girl,” I grunt against her neck.“Such a good fucking girl for your daddies.We want you so much, baby girl.”
“Yes!Daddy, yes,” she cries, and she locks her legs and arms around me, her body tensing and shuddering as she comes.
Now that she’s found her pleasure, I allow myself to fuck her as hard and fast as I want, reveling in the soft, tight heat of her pussy, in the sweet way she holds me, in the trusting look in her eyes.I come hard, filling her, claiming her, kissing her, the warm water wrapping us in a gentle embrace.
She’s still shaking from her orgasms as Bash and I help her into the house, dry her off, and fall into bed to talk and rest before we do it all over again.
I’ll never get enough of this girl.
Ella
I wake up alone in Kingston’s massive bed, tucked into the blankets like I’m a little kid.The bed smells like sandalwood, mostly, but when I turn to my left, I catch a whiff of peppermint.There’s also the scent of chlorine, from the pool, and my pussy clenches at the memory of what we did last night.
But then my stupid brain takes me back further, to the burglary of my apartment, and tears fill my eyes.My dad was the one to buy that keyboard for me.It was the last birthday gift he gave me, before he got sick, and it guts me that it’s gone.
I remember Tommy scolding him for the expense, saying I shouldn’t have a keyboard when I could just use the pianos at the university whenever I wanted.Dad had downplayed the whole thing, saying the keyboard wasn’t expensive at all, he got it on sale, it was cheap.
But now, with it being the only thing missing from my apartment, I have to wonder.
I pull up the web browser on my phone and search for the keyboard.
I nearly drop my phone.No wonder the burglars took the keyboard…it’s worth way more than I originally thought.I look at the music site again.Shit, that’s two months’ rent.I would’ve been so tempted to sell the thing if I’d known how much it was worth.It could have kept me afloat or paid some of Dad’s hospital bills.
I doubt I would’ve been able to part with it, though.The last birthday gift my father gave me?
Doesn’t matter now, though.It’s gone.
Taking a deep breath, I pull up Tommy’s contact on my phone.I don’t want to ask him if he robbed me, but I need to know.It’s better to get it figured out than hide from it.
Plus, I want my keyboard back.I need it in order to write my songs.And maybe I haven’t been using it and writing as often as I’d like, but…actually, I stop that train of thought.I don’t need an excuse for asking my brother about my keyboard.
I tap on the little phone sign next to his name and listen to the ring tone.
After four rings, it goes to voicemail, so I dial again.
Still no answer.
I call a third time, and this time when I hear the beep for voicemail, I say in a tight voice, “Tommy, call me back.Someone broke into my apartment, and I need to talk to you.”
I hang up, my hands shaking.
My heart doesn’t want to believe Tommy is responsible, but it seems my body knows he’s related to this, somehow.
Fuck.I really, really love my brother, but right now, I really, really don’t like him.
Kingston’s apartment is quiet.He and Sebastian are going to try to convince me to move in here.I’m not ready, and those guys are so freaking dominant, I’m worried they’ll talk me into it.
I pull up Natasha’s contact info and send her a text.Hey.I’m texting instead of calling because I don’t want to put you on the spot.But my apartment was robbed and the door’s broken.I need a place to crash.You can say no, and I’ll figure something else out.Mrs.Dali will be my next attempt.And if that doesn’t work, well, I guess I’m staying with Sebastian or Kingston.
