On Your Knees

Easter “dinner” was in full swing when Naomi has excused herself to the bathroom. Ever since Ellie’s brother Dillon and his submissives Danielle and Angela had shown up, Naomi had caught Angela eyeing her and it was unnerving, to say the least.

Much to her dismay, though, Angela had followed Naomi after a minute and was waiting in the blonde’s office for her.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re in here or what you want from me ---” The Domme started, but was cut off by the submissive falling to her knees with her Easter dress falling around her in a small circle. 

“I just need to know if you recognize the people in this picture...” She stated quietly, extending forth a photo for the older woman to examine.

Fingers snatched the photo in a firm grasp, watching the woman wearily before blue eyes fell to look at the image. There was a couple, sitting side-by-side on the beach  wearing matching swim suits and smiling for the camera. Even with the amount of time that had passed since she last saw them, there was no mistaking who they were. They had gained back weight they’d once lost and they looked better now - healthy, for the most part. Though there was a part of her that was thankful to know their addiction hadn’t cost them their life  just the chance to know their daughter - there was a much larger part of her that still couldn’t stand the sight of them.

“Where did you get this?” Naomi demanded as she flung the Polaroid imagine into her wire-trash in, noting how the woman scrambled to fetch it before it could be ruined by whatever remained in the bin.

“I took it.” Angelia supplied as she brushed away some of the dirt that had clung from the bin it was pulled from. “Last year on their anniversary before they told me about you.”

Like a freight train barreling down the tracks, Naomi’s mind scoured for answers but could only come up with one.

“Angela Stewart. That was the name you gave when you came in to buy a cake for your Dom last year. Stewart... I should have known ---”

“It’s a common last name..” The younger girl replied nervously. “There was no way you could have known that ---”

“That you were Cameron’s daughter.”

“Cameron and Kelsi’s....” Angela stood then, stepping a bit closer. “It’s a pleasure to clear the air and officially make your full acquaintance, Naomi Arisa Ryan.  I’m Angelia Ramona Stewart, your ---“

Before she could finish, Naomi flew from the room like a bat out of hell. She couldn’t exit through the front and let everyone know something was up so she slipped out the bback and moved toward the stairs only to pause. No, she didn’t want to go home right now. No, she needed to get away from this place.