Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
“Do you think I’m a fool, Fay?” his voice is a whisper, sending a shiver down my spine as his breath brushes against my earlobe.
“No,” I whisper, closing my eyes. In this moment, I feel completely different than I did just minutes ago at the table. Then, I had the power, the information he wanted, the ability to provoke him with my words, actions, and body. But now, everything has changed.
Kent is back in control, and he’s going to make me pay for every bit of power I took from him at the table. Pay it back tenfold.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. Then, he starts walking again, continuing his circle. My eyes fly open, waiting for him to come into my line of sight once more.
“Do you want me to trust you, Fay?” he asks, now at my right shoulder. I turn my head towards him.
“Y-yes,” I say, unsure if that’s truly what I want, but knowing it’s the answer he expects.
“Well,” he says, leaning down and towering over me, “you were wrong to doubt my vengeance, to think that I wouldn’t uncover your secrets.”
My chest rises quickly now, and I sink closer to the ground, my knees splayed apart, forming a W-shape, my rump resting on the floor. “I’m sorry,” I breathe. “I won’t do it again.”
“Too late for that,” he says, a small smile forming on his lips. “It’s time for you to take your punishment. And if you want me to trust you, then you’ll have to take it without complaint and show me just how obedient you can be.”
Slowly, I nod. Internally, the surprise of being dragged to the center of the room wears off. The anger and defiance I felt earlier at the table start to resurface, waiting on the tip of my tongue to be thrown in his face.
Go ahead, Kent, I want to say. Hurt me. Let’s see what it does.
But for some reason, I don’t. Instead, I gaze up at him, my eyes wide, my mouth slightly open.
Slowly, I nod. “I’ll be good for you, Kent,” I hear myself whisper.
And suddenly, I realize it. I realize that I want this. That, goddamn it, some part of me likes this, likes being chained to Kent’s fucking basement floor and telling him I’ll be obedient for him.
My breath quickens, my brows knit together as I think, what the fuck?
But Kent laughs lightly and my attention shifts back to him. “Good girl,” he murmurs, looking down at me. “I like it when you do as I say.”
He reaches out a hand, curling his index finger under my chin, slowly dragging his thumb across my lower lip. “Get back on your knees, Fay,” Kent whispers to me.
I blink at him and, for some reason, I don’t comply. It’s not that I don’t understand him; I just… don’t.
Kent laughs lightly, and I remain perfectly still as he returns his thumb to the dimple at the center of my full bottom lip. Then, leisurely, he slides his thumb into my mouth.
I feel it slip down the soft wetness of my tongue, caressing it. I close my mouth slightly, just enough for my teeth to press lightly against his flesh.
“I said,” Kent’s voice is rough as he suddenly tightening his grip on my chin, causing me to gasp, “to get on your knees, Fay.”
Quickly, I obey, pulling myself back up to my knees with difficulty.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, loosening his grip on me and taking his thumb out of my mouth.
I leave my mouth hanging open as Kent stands up, walking slowly around me until he again disappears from my sight. For a few moments, I keep my eyes closed, straining my ears to hear beyond the sound of my own panting breath, trying to decipher what he’s doing.
He’s at the back of the room now, opening something on a hinge, moving things around. Damn it, I want to see. I have to know. Shivers run all over my skin in anticipation and fear.
I hear his steps approaching me again, and I press my eyes closed.
“Lean forward, Fay,” he commands. Without protest, I do as he says, moving my shoulders forward so that my chest is angled towards the ground. “Further, Fay,” he says impatiently. “Put your arms on the ground.”
I whimper lightly, but the sound fails to express the complexity of my emotions as I press my forearms to the ground in front of me, lifting my hips and ass into the air.
A sound cracks through the air and I flinch, realizing
Shit, was that a whip?
I gasp and whimper when I hear it again snap, snap
“I didn’t want to do this, Fay,” Kent says, his voice low and my stomach twists at the realization pleased. “But you made me. If you’d only been obedient, I could have spared you this.”
There is silence now, and my breath comes quick and ragged, my arms trembling as I wait
SNAP.
I let out a piercing shriek as I feels the leather whip smack against my ass. I falls forward so that my face presses against my clasped hands. I pant, my eyes flying open in shock
The right cheek of my ass smarts and stings
Holy fuck did Kent seriously just
“Get up,” he commands, but I don’t. Instead, I stay precisely where I am, staring at the floor in shock.
“I said,” I hear him grind the words out from between his teeth, to “to get up, Fay.”
Trembling, I pulling my body back up so that my weight is resting on my forearms and knees.
“Ask me for another,” he demands.
My eyes fly even wider at this.
“Do it,” he says, his voice quick and thick. I hear him panting now, too, and realize
Realize that he’s losing control
Slowly, I begin to smile. And I don’t say a word.
“Do it, Fay!” Kent shouts behind my, snapping the whip in the air again.
“No.” I say, narrowing my eyes as I stare at the floor, my voice firm.
I hear the whip clatter to the ground, hear the anger in him as he throws himself in front of me, falling to one knee, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him.
“You will do it,” he growls, his face dark with his need. “Ask me. Beg me.”
When I do nothing, he loses it, his face turning red with fury. He brings his face close to mine and shouts directly at me.
“DO IT FAY.”