Filed to story: Falling for My Ex's Mafia Dad Novel Free PDF (Fay Alden & Kent Lippert)
I glance at Kent’s face again but then do as he says, walking slowly over to the wall and looking up at the metal loops while Kent moves swiftly to a cabinet a few feet away. “What are these for?” I ask, staring up at them.
“I’m going to show you,” Kent murmurs, coming up close behind me, so close that I can feel the heat of him radiating against me. I resist the shocking new urge I feel to lean back, to press my ass against him
“Hands up,” he orders. “Above your head.”
I comply, lifting my arms up, waiting, staring straight at the wall.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, grasping my left wrist first and wrapping a wide leather cuff tightly around it. I shoot my eyes up to watch, shocked to see that the cuff has a little chain attached to it that leads to the matching cuff still in Kent’s hand. I watch breathless as Kent passes the other cuff through one of the d-rings above me, and then lowers it to wrap it around my other wrist, fastening it shut.
And then…
Then I start to really freak out.
Because this doesn’t feel like a game of chicken anymore.
It feels like Kent Lippert just changed me to a wall in his secret sex chamber, and I had no way of getting out if he doesn’t let me. And now I can feel him behind me, closing the distance between us.
Fuck. Fuck.
“I’ve wanted you like this, Fay,” Kent murmurs, putting his hands on my waist and sliding them down, feeling the enhanced curves of my body that the corset gives me. “For a very, very long time. And I’ve never waited this patiently for a woman in my life.”
I’m shocked and confused by the emotions that run through my body in this moment. Because one part of me a huge part wants me to cry out, to beg him to stop to tell him that I’m scared, and this is too new, and too fast
But the other part maybe the larger part?
God damn it, but it wants him.
I am absolutely, completely freaked out by all of this but…
I am also soaking wet.
I grimace as I realize it, embarrassed and a little ashamed and totally confused. What is wrong with me, that I’d let someone chain me to their wall as part of some kind of sex contract, and that I’d like it
“Spread your feet,” Kent commands, his voice soft and ridiculously close to my ear. I jump a little, but I do as he says, moving my feet a few inches apart.
“Wider,” he commands, impatient. I comply, spreading my feet until they’re at shoulder width. “Good girl,” he purrs, and then puts a hand between my shoulder blades, obliging me to lean forward just a little bit, until the chains holding my wrists above my head go taut.
I’m panting, now, as I feel him move his hand back to my hips, pulling me backwards just a little until
Until I feel my ass pressed against him, against the whole hard length of him, stiff and ready.
“See what you do to me, Fay?” Kent whispers, his voice rough. “Did you know that you make me this hard?”
Slowly, desperately, I shake my head.
He moves one hand lower then, around the curve of my ass and then shifting his hips so that there’s space for him to move his hand downward, between my thighs. My panting grows rougher as I realize that he’s heading, inexorably, towards…
“I’ll stop,” Kent murmurs, bending his body over my back, his fingers just inches from my panty line, “whenever you ask me to, Fay.”
My eyes fly suddenly open at this as I realize, through my haze of desire, that it is still a game. That he’s pushing me, trying to get me to balk.
But god damnit, if he thinks I’m going to be the one to…
“More,” I breathe, closing my eyes, feeling my body start to tremble in fear and anticipation and need. “More, Kent,” I demand.
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Kent grits his teeth at her words. God damn it.
Because he doesn’t want her like this.
He wants her fuck, but he wants her, he wants to bury his cock so deep in this girl that it makes her whole body shake, he wants to hear her groan with the feeling of him pounding himself inside of her.
But not. Like. This.
He wants Fay in clean sheets, downstairs, in his bed. He wants Fay laid out before him so he can lick every inch of her body, so he can take his time making sure she’s ready for him, that her pussy is so wet and aching for him that she cums the moment he presses himself inside her.
Not strapped to the wall of his chamber, this place he only takes people when…
But Kent dismisses the thought, looking down at the gorgeous girl bent over in front of him, unable to keep his eyes from roving over the curves of her ass, the way her hair spills over her shoulders.
This beautiful, innocent, sweet girl bent over for him like this
His cock twitches at the sight, the thought the animal nature in him urging him to rip those panties off her body and sink himself deep into her right fucking now.
But this…this isn’t it.
“More,” she gasps again, beginning to look over her shoulder, perhaps wondering what was delaying him. His body reacts instantly when she begins to peek at him and he smacks her sharply on the ass, eliciting a little sharp yelp that makes his stomach clench with want.
God damn it, she is so fucking sexy every fucking thing that she does makes him absolutely insane
“You want this, Fay?” Kent growls, moving backwards and pulling his shirt over his head before moving to his belt. He’s pushing her now, he knows it. He’s deliberately trying to scare her, trying to get her to ask him to stop.
Because he only brought here up here to push her to her limits, to get her to submit. To admit that she wouldn’t couldn’t meet his will at every turn and turn her nose up at it. Kent wants, more than anything in this moment
More than he wants to fuck her which is…significant
Kent wants to break her.
He wants to tame her to his will like the wild filly she is. And to do that, he has to get her to beg him to stop. He has to push her to her limit and get her to admit that she had one.
Because this girl? She had far too much power over him, and he needs to take it back. Needs it, more than he needs to be inside her right fucking now.
Fay starts to tremble harder, flinching as she hears his pants hit the floor. He steps out of them, his face grim, kicking the garment to the side and standing behind her again, one hand on her hip, the other slowly pumping his cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
“Do you want it?” he asks again, desperately hoping…god damn it, he doesn’t know what he hopes at this point.
“Yes,” she gasps, her whole body tensing as if she’s about to receive a blow.
Kent flinches back when he sees this, sees her frightened.