Page 39 of Kneeling for Them
“That’s fair,” I say.
“Good.Get naked, little girl.I’ll be watching.”
I slowly remove my dress, tugging my lower lip between my teeth as I do so.
Kingston sucks in a breath, obviously tempted, but he gains control of himself, shakes his head at me in warning, and leaves the room.The door gives abeep, locking after him.
I kind of can’t believe he’s doing this.What kind of weird-ass punishment is this?He said he doesn’t want people to stare at me, but then he’s having me press my naked chest against a freaking window?
But I trust him.And allowing him to call the shots like this, well, there’s something very freeing in that.
I finish removing my dress and drape it over the edge of a leather couch.This room is luxurious as fuck, with two nice couches, a square coffee table bearing a vase of black irises, and some understated paintings on the walls that don’t overlook the club.
A chill rises over my skin as I make my way to the floor-to-ceiling window.I can see everyone down there, and even though nobody is looking up, I cross my hands over my chest.What if someone looks, and sees me, and then they point me out to their friends?
I trust Kingston, I remind myself.
So I take the remaining steps to the window and stand tall and proud, naked except for my panties and heels.
Only one person turns in the crowd to look up at me, and it’s Kingston.I give him a sarcastic wave, but he doesn’t wave back.Big old jerk.
I watch as he moves through the dance floor to the bar, where he gets a couple of drinks.He makes his way back to the stairs, then disappears from my view.
I turn around when he comes into the room.
“I didn’t tell you that you could turn around,” he says.
“You didn’t tell me I had to stay facing the window, either.”
“Oh, your bratty ways are going to end with some big spankings, Ella.”
“Prove it.”It’s been too long since I felt the heat of a spanking.I want it…I crave it.
He sets the drinks on the coffee table and marches to the window where I’m still standing.
“Hands on the glass, and bend over for me,” he says.
I don’t move.
Making a tsking sound with his tongue, he grabs the back of my neck and forces my head down.
“Hands on the window, little girl.”
I put my hands on the window.My pussy is so fucking wet, because I know what’s coming and I cannot wait.
“You’re smiling, aren’t you?”he says.“Youwantmy handprints on your ass.”
“Maybe,” I say, smiling bigger.
“Fuck,” he growls, arranging my back so it’s flat and my ass is sticking straight out.“All those people down there are going to watch you get spanked.”
“Just like you watched me flip you off when you looked up?”I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Ha!”I laugh.“I knew it.This window is one-way, isn’t it?”
He laughs.“You figured it out.How’d you know?”
