Page 94 of Kneeling for Them
She pats the bench next to her, so I sit at her side.Because I can’t fucking resist this girl, I press a kiss to the side of her neck.Her skin is soft, and she smells like cherries.It must be her soap or shampoo, or just her, I don’t know.
I didn’t like how we left things yesterday morning, but she seems to have forgiven me.
Unable to resist, I kiss her again.She turns her head until my lips are on hers, and she grips my thigh.I remember the last time I was in here with her, bringing her to orgasm while King watched from just outside the room.So fucking hot.
But without King to keep watch and make sure no one else is creeping around, this is a game for another time.Reluctantly, I let her go.
“Let’s hear your song, princess.”
She puts her fingers on the keys and begins to play and sing.It must be all the practicing that she’s been doing, because she sounds even better than the first time I heard her at the Kitty Cat.
Your power is my power
I miss you when I’m awake
You’re in my dreams when I sleep
You push me to the edge
And then we leap
The words and melody flow together perfectly.And then she gets to the chorus, and I’m gone.I’m a dead man, because the beauty of her lyrics and music guts me.
You want my vindication
You want my proclamations
My abdication, my complications
My submission and your domination
It’s amazing.As she plays, something about the chord progression tickles my mind.
She finishes the song and sits back to look at me, awaiting my judgment.
“It’s amazing,” I say.“You’re amazing.Can you play a verse and the chorus one more time?This time without the melody.”
She does as I ask.Yes, those chords…it’s not just my imagination.
“Holy fuck, you have something here, princess.It’s strong on its own, but sing it one more time, with the lyrics again.”
This time, as she starts, I sing my song, “Please Don’t Behave,” alongside hers.It matches up perfectly.When we finish, Ella’s shoulders slump and she drops her hands from the keys.
“Well, shit,” Ella says, her brown eyes shiny with regret.“I’m sorry.Don’t worry—this goes nowhere.I’ll change mine.I didn’t even realize I was copying you.”
“Not copying me,” I say, “complementing.You have your own melody, your own lyrics.Everything is different, but they work together.And like I said, it’s strong without mine, but it sounds great with, as well.Ella, this is incredible.”
“Really?I mean, you don’t mind?I wasn’t conscious at all that I was riffing off of your song, I swear.”Her cheeks turn pink and she says, “I guess I’ve just been listening to it a lot lately.”
“Babe,” I say, “I would tell you if it bothered me, and again,this is your own song.It stands on its own.I just happened to notice mine can fit alongside it.And we can pretend I never noticed, if you want your own thing.”
She bites her lip.“I guess.”
If I were still performing, I’d have her perform her own song by herself, and then I’d have her do it again and I’d join in.The audience would go fucking crazy over it.
“I promise you, I am cool with this,” I say.“There isn’t anything to be upset about.”
“You don’t think I’m some stupid fangirl?”she asks.“Because that’s what I feel like right now.”
