Page 30 of Kneeling for Daddy
“I don’t want your excuses.” My voice cuts across the room, sharply silencing her. I take a step toward her, close enough that my breath flutters her hair. “There are rules, Ani. You didn’t follow them. And now you’re going to learn what the consequences are for disobeying me.”
Her lips part, a sharp inhale betraying the defiance she’s trying so hard to hold onto. But the faint shake in her body tells me sheknows—deep down—there’s no way around this. She knew it the moment she walked out the door this morning.
I step before her and let my gaze sweep from her in from head to her toes. They slowly and methodically rake over every curve, admiring every line of tension in her body. “Clothes off, little pet. Everything but those pretty black heels.”
A flash of outrage lights in her eyes, and her mouth drops open. “You can’t be serious?—”
With a tilt of my head, I amusingly ask, “Do you really want to test me right now?”
Her defiance falters, hesitation painting her expression. Pride clashes with reality, and I can see her weighing her options. With nervous fingers, she begins to strip, her dress sliding down her shoulders and pooling around her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace panties and heels that make her legs look deliciously inviting.
“Panties!” I bark, not enjoying having to repeat myself. She slips her fingers beneath the thin straps running over her hips and pulls them down her thighs. They fall off her slender legs and hang around her ankles for a second before she kicks them over her heels.
Circling her, my eyes linger on the soft curve of her spine and the gentle swell of her hips. But it’s the tight rosy peaks of her pert breasts that give her away—silently screaming her need, even if she refuses to admit it.
“If you are going to act like a disobedient little pet,” I muse, my voice firm and deep, “then I’m going to treat you like one.”
Her gaze snaps to mine, fire and shame warring in her expression as I lift the collar from the table. From the corner of my eye, I catch the faint tremble of her thighs, her body betraying her over the arousal she thinks she is hiding. After sliding it just beneath her jawline, I wrap the soft leather around her throat. I fasten the buckle at the nape of her neck and dust my fingers over the luxurious collar. Her pulse beats hard against my fingers as they dust along the delicate line of her neck. The leash fashions to the D-ring beneath her chin with a click that makes my cock twitch.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, letting my thumb trace the soft curve of her jaw. I tug the leash once, feeling the subtle give of her resistance as she stumbles closer. “On your hands and knees.” Ani hesitates—defiant to the last second—before sinking to the floor with a sharp inhale. Her knees press against the floor, the leash pulling taut as she obediently drops to all fours.
“That’s better,” I purr, running my thumb over her lower lip. “Now, let’s see what obedience looks like. Come.” I walk her through the apartment, tugging at the leash when she slows.
“I’m sorr?—”
“Quiet,” I shush her with a low growl. “If I want to hear your apologies, I will ask for them. But you should know… I expect you to show me.”
And she does.
My little pet might fight her submission, but she gives it to me willfully from her hands and knees with leather adorning her throat.
We reach the floor-to-ceiling windows as I lead her around the apartment, and I let the leash fall slack. She squeezes herlegs together, trying to hide the slickness glistening between them. “Obedience suits you. Even your pussy agrees,” I whisper, dusting my fingertips along her damp inner thighs.
Running my knuckles along her jaw, I can’t get over how fucking gorgeous she is like this. It isn’t just her obedience or submission that has me hard. Standing above her with my cock straining against my pants, watching how much she enjoys this has me in awe of her.
“Show the city what an obedient pet you are for me,” I command, splaying my palm between her shoulders and gently pressing her down. “Tits on the floor, ass in the air, and fuck that needy, little pussy with those perfectly manicured fingers.”
Her head whips toward me, her eyes meeting mine over her shoulder. They are filled with trepidation. “Ni?—”
“Daddy,” I cut her off, sternly correcting her. With my tone leaving no room for argument, I demand, “Do it.”
Ani’s hands slide along the floor, and she lowers herself until her breasts press against the cool wood. Her back arches, lifting her ass as I instructed. She slips her fingers between her thighs, and the sound of her fingers sliding through her wet pussy fills the room.
“You’re dripping already,” I gravelly whisper, letting my voice rattle through the apartment. “What has you so wet? Being my obedient little pet? Or showing the city how well you listen to your Daddy?”
Her fingers move faster, and her soft moans fill the room. “I… I…” she pants, unable to find her words as her hips needily grind against her hand.
I strip out of my clothes, my throbbing cock springing free as I let my pants fall to the floor. With my eyes locked on hers, I settle onto the couch. My hand wraps around my length, stroking in time with the movements she makes. Watching her finger herself—and that glorious arch of her back—only feeds the hunger growing inside of me.
“Look at you,” I praise, stroking myself harder and faster. “You can’t hide from me, Ani. I see you… Your perfect little body is telling me everything you won’t.”
Her movements become frantic, moans spilling from her lips as she circles her clit faster. She thrusts her fingers deep into her dripping cunt, and her hazel eyes grow wide as she pushes herself right to the edge. When she finally comes, it’s gloriously violent. Her whole body trembles, and a muffled cry escapes her throat as her slick release gushes down her thighs, creating a small puddle beneath her. My hips jerk at the sight, and my cock throbs in my hand.
“Good fucking girl,” I growl, my voice thick with praise as she crumples to the floor. “Now… crawl to Daddy like a good little pet.” Even exhausted, she doesn’t hesitate to obey. On all fours, with the leash trailing between her legs, she makes her way across the floor to me. “That’s it… That’s Daddy’s good girl.”
The leash drags along the floor between my knees as they press into the hardwood floor. I crawl toward Nik, my slick thighs trembling and my knees dragging as I struggle to control my legs. My skin is flush with the delicious burn of humiliation, excitement coiling tight inside of me.
It’s degrading as hell—watching him stroke his cock as I made myself come and now crawling for him—knowing that anyone could be watching through the massive windows. But God fucking help me…I fucking love it.
