Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
And our contract.
Our deal.
And I had to meet him on the third floor in fifteen minutes.
“Shit,” I whisper to myself.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
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Ten minutes later, I’ve swapped my grey dress for the corset and panties that Kent left for me, and I’m standing frozen at the door which blocks the third floor off from the rest of the house.
The corset pinches me uncomfortably at the waist but…damn, when I had looked at myself in the mirror, I understood why Victorian women sacrificed the structure of their inner organs for this. The boning inside the black satin gives me curves like I’ve never seen. I look almost indecently sexy, which is a new experience for me.
And which, I suppose, is what Kent wants.
My breath comes short as I stare at the knob on the door. The last time I tried this, the door was locked. And considering how many people Kent has in this house every day who basically have free run of the place, if it’s locked, it means Kent really wants to keep it private.
I gather up my courage and reach out to twist the knob, shocked when it turns easily in my hand.
As I push open the door, a little thrill of terror runs through me. And honestly? I can’t tell whether I like the feeling of it pulsing through my veins or not.
But I swear to god my heart stops completely when the door fully opens and I finally see what is inside.
The room is…well, it’s incredibly chic, as far as sex dungeons go.
My mouth falls open as I slowly scan the room, taking in everything and trying to figure out the function of…well, all of it.
I blush horribly as I step into the room, feeling every bit the naïve virgin that I am. I know, immediately, that I am out of my league with this. Here I was thinking that all you needed for sex as a nice comfortable bed and…
Well, actually, that’s here too.
I wander towards the huge four-poster bed at the center of the room. It’s made of sturdy black wood and dressed with onyx satin sheets. I run my hand over the blankets, marveling at the softness of the material before my eyes catch on the series of rings built into the headboard. I look up at the posts next, and then at the square of wood that connects each of the posts above my head. Those all have rings too.
What the hell are those for?
I snatch my hand away from the bed, bringing my fingers delicately to my mouth and turning to look around more. It’s actually…not at all like the dungeons I’ve seen on television and the internet, the few times I’ve been curious enough to look. Those are filled with devices and chains and…strange obscene chairs that make me blush harder when I remember them. This room, while it’s clearly built for sex and for a very certain kind of sex is…simpler, I suppose?
It suits Kent, I think as I look around, to have a BDSM sex room where most of the toys are neatly hidden away in tasteful, matching cabinets that line the walls. Even in here, he keeps his secrets close to his chest, locking away everything until he’s ready to reveal it.
I’m standing, knock-kneed and wide-eyed, still staring around the room, when I hear someone clear their throat behind me.
I gasp, spinning, and see him there his muscular shoulders filling out the frame of the door. My eyes go even wider, if that’s possible. Slowly, I let my hand drop from my mouth as he takes a step into the room and closes the door behind him.
“Hello, Fay,” he says, slipping his hands into his pockets and staring at me evenly, his voice perfectly controlled. “How was your date with Ivan?”
I laugh, suddenly a little huff of disbelief, really at the ridiculous simplicity of the question. “Um, it was nice?” I hear myself say. “We had…tacos.”
Kent frowns a little, quickly putting together that we didn’t go to the restaurant he arranged for us. But he doesn’t say anything. He just walks further into the room, stopping when he’s a few feet from me, close enough for me to see the rough late-night stubble that has grown onto his usually clean-shaven face throughout the day. Close enough for me to look up into his hard green eyes.
“I don’t show this place to everyone,” he informs me, his voice soft. “And I would be…displeased. If others were to learn about its existence. I like to keep my personal life private. Is that understood?”
I nod slowly, even though the first thing that pops into my head is that I am definitely going to tell Janeen, who was going to lose her mind.
“You’ve signed a nondisclosure,” Kent continues, looking at me closely. “If you break it, you’ll lose…everything we agreed to.”
I nod again, still speechless.
I mean, I’m still going to tell Janeen. But he doesn’t have to know that.
“Good,” he says, taking another step forward and reaching out to take me by the waist, pulling me a stuttering step closer. “Are you ready to begin?”
I blink suddenly, my eyelids moving rapidly. “B begin?” I ask, my heartrate ratcheting up.
Oh my god. Was this for real?
Was this was this actually happening to me?
I begin to panic, just a little bit, as I stare up at him.
I think that a big part of me never thought that this was going to be real that this was, instead, some gigantic game of chicken, with him pushing me as far as he thought I would go until I told him to say stop
But here I am, dressed in a corset and panties, in Kent’s secret sex room, with him asking me if I’m ready to begin?
My mouth goes dry, hanging open slightly, and I have absolutely no answer.
Because honestly…I don’t know what I want
But then.
I see Kent’s mouth curve up, ever so slightly, as he sees the panic plain on my face. As he thinks that he’s won.
And god damn it, but it lights that fire in me. I snap my mouth shut and square my shoulders, pleased when I see that smile drop from his lips.
“Sure, Kent,” I say, giving a casual little shrug, feeling a new confidence flood me that I certainly hadn’t had ten minutes ago hell, thirty seconds ago. “I’m ready when you are.”
Kent’s eyes narrow at me and he takes a deep breath in through his nose. I watch him closely, my breath and heart rate still raised as I sweep my eyes over him, noticing the swell of his muscles beneath his shirt, the trim line of his body as it traces down to his hips, the
The heaviness there, at the front of his pants.
The panic and the thrill pulse through me anew at the sight of it, of what I’ve raised in him, and I feel a new perverse curiosity as well. I want, suddenly, to unbuckle his belt, to let his pants fall to the floor. To see it for myself.
Which is something totally new for me. I’ve never done this before not really. Never been in a room alone with a man who was hard for me, who wants to see me naked like this, who wants to…to touch me. And who, I’m realizing, I want to touch.
I raise my eyes to his, then, and let him see me wanting it.
Kent clenches his jaw fiercely, a predator holding itself back from launching itself at its prey. I take a careful step closer, but he shakes his head and shifts his gaze.
“There,” he commands, pointing over at a wall where I look to see a series of D-shaped metal anchors in a row about a foot higher than my head. “Over there, Fay.”