Kneel

by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

  “Next time, I’ll tie you,” he promised. “But for now, touch me if it pleases you, bird.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” Her hands flew to his shoulders, keeping him there, helping him set the pace she needed to achieve pleasure. He dipped a digit in her pussy and another in her ass. Kendra cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm took her.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Kendra held on to Thomas. Her legs trembled and she wanted to sit but she didn’t dare move in case she collapsed. She needn’t have worried. As if sensing her unsteadiness, Thomas swept her off her feet and onto his lap. He kissed her, giving her a taste of her own juices.

  “That was beautiful,” he declared, pushing the hair out of her eyes. “Much more beautiful than yesterday.”

  “I didn’t pretend,” she said, her voice husky.

  “I know.”

  She smiled. “I’m not sure how.”

  “Call it my special Dom power if you wish.”

  She laughed. “All right. Super Dom, what about you? I don’t think what’s digging into me is your phone and I think I could go for a round two.”

  Thomas smirked. “I’d love to fuck you.”

  “Good.” She frowned when he didn’t move. “But?”

  “The time hasn’t come to do so yet.”

  “What do you mean? You’re hard as stones.”

  “You’re not ready.”

  Her eyebrows lifted. “I’m not?”

  “No. You want it, but you don’t want it enough.”

  “You’re teasing.” She raised her eyebrows, hardly believing his words.

  Thomas shook his head. “You’re too used to being given dick, little bird. I’m not going to give you mine tonight.”

  “You’re not?”

  “No.” Thomas grinned devilishly. “You’re going to see but not touch.”

  He slid her onto the couch and stood up. Grabbing her panties, he motioned for her to give him her hands. She did and he deftly tied them together.

  “Keep them where I can see them,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She sat up straighter, placing her hands on her lap. Her heart beat in her throat and her pussy moistened. Thomas stood in front of her and swept off his top. Her breath caught at the sight of his torso, but it was the tattoo of a woman wrapped around his bicep that made her gasp.

  “That’s me.”

  “It is,” he replied with a smirk.

  Her mind swirled with questions as she tried to take it in.

  “When? Why?”

  “Over a decade ago. And why not? Number-one fan, remember?”

  “Yes, but a tattoo?”

  “Surely, you know I’m not the only one.”

  She frowned. He wasn’t wrong.

  “I guess. Still, I don’t think I have ever fucked a man with my face on their body.” She shook her head. “Can I have a closer look, Sir?”

  “If you ask so nicely.”

  Thomas stretched his arm. The artwork was beautiful, coming out at her almost as if it were a black and white photograph etched on flesh.

  “It’s incredible,” she finally said. “But it’s still weird. I don’t even know what to say.”

  Thomas chuckled. “You always feel like you have to say something, don’t you? Don’t speak, little bird.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Kendra pressed her mouth together.

  Thomas popped his jeans open. Her body tightened expectantly, and she found herself swallowing hard. Painfully slowly, he slid the denim material across his hips. Sleek black boxers and a large bulge greeted her vision. She licked her lips.

  “You taunt me, Sir.”

  Thomas grinned. “Giving as much as getting,” he replied.

  He kicked his jeans aside and stuck his hand under his underwear. “Do you want to see?” he asked.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “Then spread your legs for me. Let me see how wet your pussy gets at the sight of my dick. Don’t close them until I tell you to.”

  Adrenaline rushed through her, sending lustful electricity across every one of her veins. She obeyed Thomas’s order with a shaky breath.

  “Good girl.” Thomas slid his boxers off, his cock nestled between blond hairs, coming into full view. Kendra swallowed a moan. He was well-endowed, his dick thick and long, pre-cum leaking out of the tip. She’d never wanted to touch something as much as she did at that moment. Her palms itched and she squeezed her fists. Thomas slid his hand across his length, spreading the liquid there.

  “Do you like it, little bird?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want it?”

  Her pussy pulsed in response, a dollop of liquid sliding down the crack of her ass.

  “Yes,” she said hoarsely, leaning forward.

  “Look up at me, little bird.”

  She lifted her gaze for a second then dropped it again to his dick which he leisurely petted.

  “All right. Can’t keep your eyes off it, can you? Then watch how hot you make me, little bird.”

  Faster and faster, he stroked. Grunts and groans ripped through his lips, fueling her own desire.

  “Thomas, you’re going to—”

  He stepped closer and she swayed closer. Clucking his tongue, Thomas moved farther away and sat on her coffee table. “Sorry, you can’t have any. You don’t kneel.”

  Her jaw fell and she gazed up at him. His grin was devilish, his eyes glowing with lust and playfulness.

  “That’s not fair.” She pouted. “We could just fuck.”

  He shrugged. “Nah. It’s more fun to torture you.”

  Kendra narrowed her eyes. Two could play this game. She rocked her hips upward.

  “I’m so wet, Sir, just look at my pussy. I’m leaving a wet spot on my couch.”

  Thomas eyed her but didn’t speak. The fist on his dick sped up.

  “My cunt is throbbing, desperate for your cock.”

  “No,” Thomas groaned. He shut his eyes. His lips parted, his breath coming out shallow. His hand flew. Kendra squirmed in her seat. Damn it. Her body was on fire, aching to be touched, caressed, filled. She’d never wanted something so badly.

  “Sir,” she begged.

  “No.” His eyes snapped open and his body turned rigid, a growl shooting from his mouth as he ejaculated onto his hand.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Thomas breathed heavily. Sweat coated his back and he could feel the dampness in his hair. He glanced at Kendra as she stared at him. Her mouth agape, her legs spread, just as he’d ordered, her juices visible and glistening under the light of her living room. He would have fucked her. Without a shadow of a doubt, he would have fucked her right then and there, but he couldn’t. Not yet. She needed to be completely out of her shell before he took things any further. She wasn’t there yet. Soon. But not yet. He swallowed hard and cleared his voice.

  “Sir?”

  The hairs on the back of his neck stood. God, he loved hearing her call him Sir. It was a thousand times better than any of the fantasies he’d ever had.

  “Little bird,” he said. “That was incredible.”

  “It was hot,” she admitted. “But I still want to fuck.”

  Thomas grabbed his boxers and wiped his cum off his skin. After, he kneeled in front of Kendra and took her hands, unbinding them.

  “Not today.”

  “Are you serious? But I’m horny.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “But why?”

  He grasped her face and looked into her eyes. “Because if we did, I’d lose you.”

  “No, you wouldn’t.”

  He shook his head. “I would. What we’re working toward, stepping away from your mask, would vanish. You’d be back to square one, pretending, putting on a show. It’s not what I want. When we fuck at last, I want you to be your authentic self.”

  “How long is that going to take?” She huffed.

  Thomas chuckled. Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on her lips. She melt
ed into him with a sigh. “As long as it’s necessary.”

  She pouted. “I would really like to fuck.”

  “Nope, and no masturbating either.” He grasped her knees and closed her legs.

  “Are you serious?”

  “One hundred percent.”

  “Now you’re just being cruel.”

  “No, I’m just being reasonable. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t come.” He grabbed his jeans and slid them back on. Then offered his hand to help her up. She took it. Pulling her to him, he kissed her passionately. His cock jerked. Tugging her hair, he pushed her head slightly back. The words I love you stuck on his tongue. He couldn’t. Not yet. Not unless he wanted her to run as far away from him as possible.

  “Do you want some water?”

  “Yes, and to fuck, but if not, some clothes would be nice.” She mock-shivered.

  “I’ll agree to the water and the clothes because it’s winter. In summer, you’re going naked.”

  She gave him a sly smile. “All right, then. In summer, I’ll go naked, but you don’t stand a chance if I do.”

  “I know,” he admitted. “Go get some clothes on.” He gave her a pat on the ass. “I’ll get you some water.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Nothing fancy,” he called. “Comfortable.”

  “All right,” she replied from the hall.

  He entered her kitchen. It was large and slick, with a bowl of apples, oranges, and bananas on the island, but little else. Quickly finding some cups, he moved to the fridge and stopped for a second to admire her collection of travel magnets before pouring them some cool H2O. He sat on the couch and waited for her. A low whistle escaped him at the sight of her. She appeared in the doorway, wearing cotton panties and a long-sleeve shirt which reached her thighs.

  “I have never worn this in public,” she said.

  “I’m not public. I’m your Dom and it pleases me to see you dressed so comfortably. Come here.”

  He patted the seat next to him. She sat and took the glass of water from him. After giving her a chance to take a sip, he set both glasses down on her coffee table.

  “Good thing it was sturdy,” she said with a giggle.

  “Indeed. I can think of other things we can do on it, but now, listen to me carefully, little bird. You’re beautiful. What you wear doesn’t define you, it adds to your beauty, that is all.”

  Kendra blushed. “Thank you, Sir. You have a knack for leaving me speechless.”

  Thomas brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “Good, because that way I know you’re not faking it.”

  She smiled. “Fake it ’til you make it.”

  “You’ve made it.”

  “Yeah.” She sighed. “Antonio, my, well, you know who he is, was. He always pushed me for more. Nothing was ever enough for him.” Her nose wrinkled.

  “What made you step away from him?”

  She clenched her jaw. “The day he made me kneel for the last time I realized it was all in his benefit not for mine.”

  Thomas nodded. His breath hitched as he waited for her to continue. He didn’t want to push her into telling him the story, but he also really wanted to know what it was Antonio had done to traumatize her for life. Kendra shook her head.

  “Want to watch a movie?” she asked.

  Thomas smiled. Patience. Little by little, she’d open to him and tell him what had made her swear off kneeling and being freely submissive.

  “Sure.”

  She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flicking through the channels.

  “Oh, they’re showing The Princess Bride,” she squealed.

  “I haven’t seen it.”

  “What?” She stared at him. “I know you’re the Dom and all, but we’re watching this.”

  “All right, little bird. But come here,” Thomas said, bringing her closer to him, he wrapped her in his arms and dragged the blanket she had draped on her couch over them. “Comfy?”

  She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

  “My pleasure,” he replied, kissing the top of her head.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Kendra woke up startled. She was warm and comfortable and on top of Thomas, who had fallen asleep with his head to one side. She flinched. Damn, that would hurt. She glanced at the TV. A movie she didn’t recognize was playing. She tried sitting up and Thomas’s eyelids fluttered.

  “Hey,” she said softly. “We fell asleep.”

  He stifled a yawn and cracked his neck. She winced.

  “We did indeed. What time is it?”

  “No idea,” she replied.

  “We better get you into bed and I better get going.”

  “You going to tuck me in?”

  Thomas’s lips quirked. Sitting up suddenly, he brought her up with him and gave her a smack on the lips.

  “I am. Up.”

  She stood and stretched, enjoying the way Thomas’s gaze swept across her body. Desire slithered across her spine and reverberated on her erogenous zones.

  “I’m not really sleepy anymore,” she said, biting her lip.

  “But I am. Bedroom?” Thomas gave her a stern gaze. Kendra rolled her eyes. There was no arguing against a stubborn Dom.

  “This way.” She led him down the hall into her bedroom. She glanced at the time. Almost four in the morning. Sneaking a glance at Thomas, she frowned. He did seem tired and not like someone who should be driving at all.

  “Sir,” she said. “Why don’t you stay the rest of the night?”

  “I—”

  “Hear me out. It’s late and you’re sleepy. Driving like this might not be the best idea. I know you’re looking out for me, but I’d be worried sick if you left now. Please stay. If it makes you feel better, you can sleep in the guest bedroom next door. We don’t even have to share a bed.”

  Thomas’s features softened. “You really are concerned.”

  “Yes.”

  He nodded. “I’ll stay. I am tired. But I’ll sleep next door.” He tapped her nose. “You’re too tempting.”

  She laughed, relief coursing through her. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Thank you,” he said. “Now, get into bed.”

  “But let me—”

  “I can find my way around your house. Besides, I only need to throw myself on the mattress.”

  “All right.” Kendra climbed into bed. Thomas covered her with the blanket and kissed her sweetly. “Sweet dreams, little bird.”

  “Sweet dreams, Sir.”

  He turned off the light and left her door slightly ajar. Kendra heard him in the room next door. She closed her eyes, and a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in ages settled over her. She drifted into sleep and woke up hours later to the touch of soft lips on hers.

  “Hmmm.”

  “Morning, little bird. How about some breakfast?”

  She opened her eyes and sniffed the air. It smelled like coffee and tea. Thomas smiled down at her. On her night table, he’d placed a dish with strawberries, bananas, toast, orange juice, and a steaming cup of tea. In his hand, he held a coffee mug.

  “You found the coffee.”

  “I was worried you wouldn’t have any since you don’t like it.”

  “I have it for guests.” She stuffed a strawberry in her mouth. “This is amazing. Thank you. What time is it?”

  “Almost ten.”

  “Are you serious?”

  Thomas nodded.

  “I never sleep this late. I must have been really tired.”

  “Yesterday was a big day.”

  “I guess so.” She took a sip of her tea and grinned. “And we didn’t even have sex. I can’t imagine when we do how you’re going to wipe me out.”

  Thomas laughed. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  “Why don’t you sit?”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah.”

  Thomas sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Do you have any plans for today?” she asked, hoping he�
��d say no and would stay the day.

  “Actually, I was thinking we could spend it together since I’m already here. That is, if you want to.”

  Kendra grinned. Her heart skipped a beat and butterflies swarmed in her belly. “I’d love to.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Thomas sat next to Kendra, feeling at peace with the world. The day had gone by in a flurry of activity. They’d played in the morning, but once more, he’d refrained from taking it any further. They’d gone to the gym together, had lunch, and had decided to go out for dinner. Before, they’d decided to take a stroll and had ended up here, in this secluded area of the park, watching the slight wind lap the waves as the sun set in the horizon. Thomas brought Kendra closer. She snuggled against him, sighing. This felt right. Harmonious. As if they had done it countless times.

  “Dinner?” Thomas said as the last rays of the sun hit the water.

  “Not yet,” Kendra replied. “In a minute.”

  “All right.”

  He closed his eyes and relaxed, savoring the moment.

  “It was a Saturday night,” Kendra said softly. “I’d been working all day at a photoshoot Antonio had arranged for me.”

  Thomas opened his eyes and held his breath. Darkness enshrouded them. His heart picked up its beat. He didn’t dare breathe or move for fear of scaring Kendra.

  She sighed. “He hadn’t been there, just like the last few times. I was starting to get used to going alone and calling him afterward to tell him all about it and hear him praise me. That day, he appeared right after the shoot finished. I was so happy.” Kendra shuddered. “So happy to see him. He praised me for my job then told me we were going to go to dinner with his friend but first we had to stop by the hotel where I was to shower, change, and doll myself up.”

  She paused. Thomas swallowed. Sweat licked his back but he didn’t dare speak or move.

  “We got there, and we showered together. The sex was hot and intense as usual. When we finished, he gave me a new lingerie set and watched me get dressed. Then he told me to go put on some makeup. When I was done, he told me to kneel in the center of the room and wait there until he commanded. I thought it was weird, but I did it anyway. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked me to kneel and wait just to admire me. Then I heard voices. I panicked slightly. After all, I was in my underwear, kneeling in a bedroom, and this wasn’t a photoshoot. Antonio’s friend walked right up to me and started appraising me.”