Kneel

by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

  Kendra mimicked a man’s tone. “‘Stick out your chest, sweetheart. Show my friend how beautiful you are.’ I hesitated but he gave me the look and I hurried to comply. The visitor nodded his approval. I still remember his words. ‘And she’s never done porn?’ I complained, shocked at the treatment. It was the first time I spoke out of line. Antonio shushed me. Grasping my shoulder, he forced me to stay on my knees. I froze. My whole body became rigid. I couldn’t move.” Kendra’s voice shook with tears. “He grabbed my hair and—”

  “Stop,” Thomas barked.” He pulled Kendra into his arms, hugging her tightly. “Stop. I can imagine what happened next and I don’t want you to relive it. I don’t want you to remember it.” He wiped the silent tears rolling down her cheeks. “Antonio was not a good man, Kendra. I won’t make you kneel to abuse you. If you ever kneel before me, it’ll be because you want to, because you’re ready to take things a step forward, to really let go of this ball and chain holding you down. Not out of a mad desire to obey. Not out of force. Is it clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She sniffled. “I’d never told anyone that story.”

  “You’ve carried it on your shoulders for too long. You should have reported them to the police.”

  “I couldn’t.” She shook her head. “I still felt powerless, a slave to Antonio and his will. He’d made me and he could destroy me. I was nothing. I’d never be readmitted into any university and no employers would take me because I was a slut. He had money and he had power.”

  “That’s what he told you?”

  She nodded.

  “Filthy bastard,” Thomas said with a growl in distaste.

  “Yes, but I was young and stupid. I believed him, so I bowed my head and didn’t do anything about it except cease contact with him.”

  “It was very brave of you.”

  “I knew I had to do it. Especially, because on the same night I discovered he was dealing with drugs. It wasn’t a safe environment and I didn’t want to be part of it.”

  “What did he do? I imagine he didn’t easily let you go.”

  “Actually, he did. Turns out, he was living a double life. Seeing as he could get nowhere with me, he moved on to other pursuits.”

  “Just like that?”

  “Yes. After five years, he just disappeared. Fortunately, I’d garnered my own contacts. I collected my losses and continued working as a model, performing on stage, creating videos on how to practice safe BDSM, sponsoring items. I was offered porn gigs several times, but I couldn’t do them. I didn’t have the guts to face them. So, I reveled in creating the opposite persona, strong, dominant, in charge. Men loved it and my pictures sold like gold.”

  Thomas kissed her softly on the lips. “You’re brave, beautiful, and strong.” And I love you.

  “Thank you,” she murmured. She dipped her head, a blush dotting her cheeks.

  “Look at me.” Thomas grasped her chin. “When you’re ready, if you ever are ready, we’ll work on kneeling. We have all the time in the world.”

  “You speak as if this were going to last forever.”

  Thomas smiled. “It is. I told you days ago. I want you forever, Kendra.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Kendra removed the last of her makeup and smiled at her reflection.

  “You don’t look so bad,” she said.

  How long had it been since she and Thomas had started dating? At least four or five weeks by now and she was finally starting to get used to seeing herself without any makeup. How did it happen so quickly? One moment, she’d been sitting with Thomas, telling him her deepest secret and the next, he was promising her forever.

  She’d been wary at first, worried it was too much too quickly. Forever was a big word but being with Thomas was easy. He made her forget the past and cease worrying about the future. The present with him was all that mattered. Being with him gave her a sense of freedom she didn’t recall ever having had. He didn’t mind her colorless lips or her mascara-less eyes. He wanted her to be happy no matter what. However, even though their chemistry had brought about more than one intense play session, they still hadn’t had sex. Every time she brought it up, he’d tell her she wasn’t ready. To say it was frustrating was an understatement.

  “But tonight is the night.”

  They hadn’t been back to Thomas’s house since the day he’d tied her to the chair, but tonight, he’d told her to come over and to bring an overnight bag. Excitement coursed through her. They’d get it on today. Her pussy moistened at the thought.

  “About time.”

  She wanted to have him rutting between her legs, not just be a spectator as he jacked off.

  “Not ready? I’ll show him who’s prepared.”

  Grabbing her coat and keys, she headed to her car. Nerves skittered across her flesh. Turning on the radio, she let the beat of the music wash over her, momentarily taking her mind of what was to come.

  Before she realized it, she was driving onto his property. The door to Thomas’s house opened as she turned off the engine. He hurried to open the car for her. Her heart surged at the sight of his smile.

  “Welcome, little bird.”

  “Thanks, Sir.”

  “My pleasure.”

  She took his offered hand and he pulled her into his arms, giving her a deep kiss, which had desire pounding in her veins.

  “You look beautiful.”

  She grinned. “Have you even had a chance to look at me?”

  She licked her bottom lip, still relishing his taste. Thomas grinned. “Absolutely. Come on in, dinner is almost ready.”

  After taking her bag from the trunk, he grabbed her hand and led her into his home. The spicy aroma of curry permeated the air. The Doors played at a pleasant volume and the lights were kept low, creating a sense of intimacy.

  “It smells delicious,” she said.

  “Thanks. I hope you like it. You’ve been to my house before. Do you remember the layout?”

  “Downstairs you have the living room, dining room, kitchen, um, bedroom, and upstairs the studio.”

  “I want you to go to my bedroom. Leave your stuff there and change.”

  Kendra’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

  “I’ll accompany you for a bit, then we’ll part ways in the living room. I’ll go back to the kitchen and you’ll head down the hall to my bedroom. I want you to explore it. I’ve made room for you in my closet and bathroom. Make yourself comfortable.”

  Kendra swallowed. Her mouth was dry, and a ball of lead was building up in her stomach. “Are you serious?”

  “Absolutely. Why do you think I suggested my place? It’s time.” Thomas cupped her chin, tilting it lightly. “Breathe. Speak to me.”

  She nodded. “I’m okay. It’s just, well, we’ve gone from thirty to one hundred in ten seconds.”

  Thomas chuckled. “It might seem like it, but I can promise you we haven’t. Trust me, Kendra. Remember everything I do has a purpose. Nothing is arbitrary or done in the whim of the moment. Every single one of my decisions concerning you I’ve thought about carefully beforehand because I want what is best for you. We are ready for this.”

  Kendra shut her eyes, infusing herself with Thomas’s reassurance.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “My pleasure. Shall we?”

  “Yes.”

  They headed into the living room and stopped. Thomas pointed to the hallway.

  “First door,” he said. “And Kendra, there’s an outfit I’ve laid out on the bed for you. Change into it, please.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. “Yes, Sir.”

  Kendra made her way through his house, taking her time to admire the pictures hanging on the walls and the creaking of the wood as she stepped on the monochromatic rug. She stood in front of Thomas’s bedroom in no time. Taking a deep breath, she pushed inside. She touched her neck in awe.

  It was beautiful with a large four-poster bed with white gauze curtains tied to the side and a plush rug at its feet. Kicking off he
r shoes, she sank her toes into the soft material and ran her fingertips across the polished surface of an oak chest of drawers.

  Finally, she stood at the foot of the bed. Goosebumps sprouted on her arms. She could envision herself strapped to each post, her body exposed and at Thomas’s mercy. Or holding on to one of them while he spanked her ass raw. Her pussy tingled and her nipples hardened beneath her clothes. She moved closer to the mattress, her sight on the garment atop it.

  It was a sensual, lace bodysuit open at the front and at the back with a golden chain posing as a belt around the waist. Next to the garment, Thomas had placed black pumps. Kendra picked up the outfit and brought it to her cheek. She’d dressed provocatively hundreds of times, but for some reason, this felt different. There was a shadow of intimacy clouding her, a shroud of something more at play than merely two people about to engage in fetish fun. She wasn’t merely going to obey Thomas. She was going to surrender to him, and she was ready.

  Slowly, she got rid of her clothes and placed them on top of the dresser, neatly folded. She considered leaving her toiletries in the adjoining bathroom, but decided against it, too nervous to do much else than get dressed. When she was ready, she stepped out into the hallway. Her heels made no noise as she walked toward the kitchen. Her cunt was both hot and cold at the same time, the heat of her arousal burning but the exposure cooling it simultaneously. The aroma of food reached her, making her stomach growl and reminding her she hadn’t had dinner yet.

  Kendra stopped at the kitchen’s doorway. Thomas had his back to her and was humming along with The Doors while he stirred the contents of a pot. He swayed his bottom and she smiled.

  “Come on baby,” she said. “Shake it.”

  He spun to face her, his eyebrows lifting and his lips curling into a grin. “I would tell you to light my fire, but you already have.” He let out a low whistle, his gaze sweeping over her and raising her arousal another notch. “You’re a vision.”

  “Thank you, Sir. You have good taste.”

  “I know. Come here.”

  He crooked his finger at her. Kendra went to him. Thomas grasped her by the hips and pulled her close, kissing her passionately. One of his palms slid to her ass, squeezing one cheek and then the other. She moaned.

  “Sir.”

  “Luscious. I’d fuck you right now. Make you mine once and for all,” he murmured, dropping a kiss across her neck and nibbling on her shoulder. Kendra shuddered. She threw back her head, giving him more access.

  “I’m up for that.”

  Thomas chuckled lowly. “Not a chance. I heard your stomach grumble. You need your strength.” He stirred the food and tasted the sauce.

  “We can eat after,” she suggested.

  “We’ll have a snack after to keep our strength, not now.”

  “Tease,” she replied, sticking out her tongue.

  Quicker than she had expected, Thomas grabbed a wooden spoon and swatted her bottom. Kendra yelped in surprise.

  “You’re lucky you don’t kneel, or I’d have you on your knees right now.”

  She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. “How so?”

  Thomas returned to stirring the pot. He didn’t look at her as he spoke, but he didn’t have to. Desire was thick in his voice and in the bulge in his pants.

  “I’d have you on your knees on top of the table, watching me eat.”

  “Cruel,” she said.

  “I’d make quite the show of it.”

  “You’d let me starve.” She pouted. He glanced in her direction and laughed.

  “Not a chance, I’d just make you suffer a little bit.”

  “Very cruel.”

  “You don’t know the half of it.” He turned off the stove. “Dinner is ready. I got everything set up while you were in the bedroom.” Thomas cocked his head toward the dining room where she glimpsed the flicker of candlelight.

  “Intimate,” she said.

  “Romantic.”

  “Surprising.”

  “Really?” He served their meal onto a large dish and covered it. “You deserve this and more, Kendra Williams. I’m no fool and if I intend to keep you forever, which I do, I need to give you the best. Now, little bird, walk in front of me. I want to see your bare ass move.” He struck her bottom playfully. Kendra bit her lip and glanced back at him.

  “Of course, Sir.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Thomas observed Kendra as she placed the last dishes into the machine.

  “There,” she said, wiping her hands on a towel. She smiled at him, clearly pleased with herself.

  “You didn’t need to help.”

  “I wanted to. Were you going to deny my service, Sir?”

  “Not at all. I just want you to keep your energy for what I have in mind.”

  She perked up, giving him a coquettish glance. “And what is that?” she purred, placing a feather-light touch on his chest.

  “Eager to play, aren’t we, little bird?”

  She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. “You’ve made me wait for weeks,” she said softly.

  Thomas pulled her to him. Waiting had been necessary. He would have fucked her from day one but doing so would have destroyed everything he was working for. He wanted Kendra to be free from the trauma of the past and he wanted to be there to guide her toward it. Tonight, he wouldn’t push her limits. There would be pleasure and there would be pain, but he wouldn’t drive her to the brink.

  “I could make you wait more,” he whispered, tilting her chin so she’d look at him.

  Her eyes widened. “Sir?”

  “I won’t,” he whispered. Planting his mouth on her lips, he pressed, savoring the smooth texture and the way they molded to him, infusing him with not only desire but the will to do more, to be more, for Kendra. One kiss from her and he was lost.

  “Come on.” He pulled back, stroking his thumb across her cheek. “We’re going upstairs.”

  “Oh.”

  Taking her by the hand, he led her to his studio where he’d stowed away the professional gear and had brought out his personal toys. He’d laid out floggers, canes, clamps, and gags on an auxiliary table and had scattered the floor with pillows. In the center of the room, he’d placed the chair they’d played with weeks ago, a single spotlight shining on it while the rest of the room was slightly dimmed. Kendra stopped at the doorway.

  “Do you like it, little bird?”

  “I’m speechless, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  “Why don’t you sit?” He motioned for her to go to the chair, which she obediently did. Her gaze gained intensity as she sat down, spreading her legs and exposing herself to him. Her eyes twinkled the mischief in them, impossible to miss.

  “Good girl. Hands behind your back.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Thomas kneeled in front of her and strapped her into the chair. He raised his head, slowly taking in her body. Her nipples were straining against the lace, begging to be loved. He licked his lips in anticipation. Standing, he went around and bound her wrists.

  “Comfortable, little bird?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Enjoy it while you can.”

  “Sir?”

  Thomas grabbed the velvet blindfold he’d set out. Standing behind Kendra, he massaged her shoulders and eased the tension he knew he would find there. She groaned, gradually loosening up.

  “You’re precious and I want you to let go. Do you trust me?”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  “I’m going to blindfold you.”

  She stiffened for a moment then took a deep breath and relaxed. “I trust you, Sir.”

  “Good little bird.” He slid the material across her eyes, careful not to snag her hair. “Can you see anything?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Perfect. Wait here.”

  “As if I could go anywhere.” She grinned.

  “Indeed,” Thomas replied with a chuckle.

  Walking toward his office, he l
oudly threw the door open and pretended to walk inside, but truly, he remained at the frame, watching Kendra. She sat quietly, her lips slightly parted and her chest moving with every breath. She was a sight to behold. Red hair cascading over her shoulders and curling over her breasts, the pink nipples visible through the material of her bodysuit. Her pussy was swollen and already glistening with juices pleading for release.

  How many times had he fantasized about having his muse here, like this? Strapped and at his command. His to do whatever he wanted. His dick jolted in acquiescence and he sucked in his cheeks to keep from grinning and revealing his location. He wanted to fool her into believing he was not there.

  Quietly, he tiptoed to her side. Taking a feather from the table, he tickled her forearm. She gasped. Thomas didn’t comment. He ran the feather down one arm, across her shoulders, over the other arm, and her collarbone to her navel. Goosebumps sprouted on her flesh. He teased the inside of her thighs and she tensed. Thomas smiled. If she hadn’t been bound, she probably would have spread her legs farther. He took the feather to her ankle and back up. A low whimper escaped her. Thomas grabbed her knee and she whimpered. He raked his nails over her thigh, stopping at the very edge of her engorged folds.

  “Sir.”

  He didn’t respond, instead watching the trickle of her juices on her glistening cunt. His dick throbbed in response, eager to be there, fucking her, making her his permanently. Not yet. He walked away. Kendra must have noticed because she squirmed in her chair. Thomas left the feather and grabbed the brass pinwheel. Time to take the temperature up another degree. Kneeling in front of her, he pressed it against the top of her foot, she cried out in alarm.

  “Trust me,” he commanded.

  Kendra bit her lip and nodded. “I’m sorry, Sir. That was, well, unexpected.”

  “I know. Breathe, little bird.”

  A loud swoosh of air left her lungs. Thomas rolled the pin across her foot and up her calf, barely pressing down. He reached her thighs and pressed harder, moving purposefully slowly through the fleshy part. Kendra moaned. Her hips rolled upward. He glanced at her pussy. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood. His mouth watered but he tore his gaze away and switched the device to her other thigh instead. Careful to not break her skin, he dug a little harder.