Page 28 of Kneeling for Them
Only a couple of people are here, sitting several rows ahead of us.
“I think the movie’s been out for a few weeks,” I say.
“So if we were to have our way with you here in this movie theater,” Kingston says in a low voice, “it would be pretty easy to get away with it.”
“So easy.”I laugh, because I don’t really think he would do that.He’s kinky, yeah, but in public?
They each put a hand on my knees.My skirt is short enough that the move is skin-on-skin.I feel possessed by them in the best way—desired.I feel a little reckless and frisky, too, so I put my hands on their knees and grip them.
Kingston leans over as the last trailer ends and the screen goes dark.“Give me your panties, little girl.”
Seven
Ella
“Kingston,” I say, shocked.
“Daddy,” he corrects.
“Oh, you don’t have to call me that,” I joke.“Ellais fine.”
Sebastian reaches over and palms my breast.I gasp in pleasure, arching into his touch.Then he finds my nipple, which is already hard through my bra, and he pinches.
I yelp in surprise, then quickly cough to cover it.
“If you’re going to be a brat, you’re going to feel the consequences,” Sebastian whispers.
That’s what I was counting on, I want to say, but I feel I’ve tested him with my sass enough for the moment.I glance around the darkened theater.The only other people are probably eight to ten rows ahead.But if we get loud, we’ll disturb their experience, and that seems rude to me.
As if to underline that thought of mine, a short video plays on the screen, reminding everyone to silence their cell phones and be quiet for the show.
“I’ll be good,” I whisper.
“Now,” Kingston reminds me, “about those panties.I want them in my hand in five…four…”
I lift my hips and reach under my skirt, yanking off my panties and sliding them down my legs, over my feet, and wadding them into my hand.Keeping my gaze on the screen in front of us, I pass them to Kingston.
The film starts playing and the cameras follow our intrepid-yet-adorably-klutzy heroine as she goes about her day working in a flower shop.
And that’s about as far as I get into the story before Sebastian’s hand on my knee starts creeping up my thigh.I roll my lips between my teeth, trying to keep quiet as his callused fingertips scrape against my skin, bringing a fire in their wake and filling me with a heavy sense of expectation.
I don’t know whether I should close my legs or open them wider for him.We’re in a public venue…but we’re out of sight.What are the rules here?I flick my glance over to Kingston.
He leans toward my ear and whispers, “Stop thinking, little girl.Let your daddies worry about everything that needs worrying about.”
Damn, that sounds good.To just let go and—I gasp as Sebastian’s fingers find my soaking center and he eases one inside.
I’m afraid to move, afraid to make a sound.Reflexively, I start to put my knees together, but Sebastian grabs one with his free hand, and Kingston holds the other.In this position, Sebastian starts fucking me with his fingers.
It feels way too good.
I don’t want to come—I’ll be too loud.But I’m already so close.I smash my lips together and try to watch the movie.The heroine is arranging flowers and…I’ve completely lost the train of the plot.A handsome actor arrives on the scene, but he has no chemistry with the heroine.I start to puzzle over whether he’s meant to be the romantic lead or not, but Sebastian adds another finger to my pussy and I arch into the thrust.
Kingston leans over and kisses my ear, my cheek—then my mouth.I moan against his lips.We should’ve picked an action flick so the explosions on screen would muffle whatever noises I might make.
I think I might come.Bad idea.I hold it back as much as I can.
“Do you see the other couple in front of us?”Kingston murmurs in my ear.
