Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 40

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 a*s. I falls forward so that my face prosses against my clasped hands. I pant, my eyes flying open in shock - The right cheek of my a*s 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

"You will do it," he growls, his face dark with his need. "Ask me. Beg me."

e knee, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him.

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."

I wait a moment, and then surprise even myself when I open my mouth to laugh - just a tiny little thing, but enough to wipe his expression clean. The blood drains from his face, leaving him pale.

"Do it, Kent," I say, my voice totally even.

I don't beg at all. I demand.

"Hit me," I say, raising my chin as I look him in the eye. "Hit me again. And again."

A horrible snarl slides from Kent's lips and then suddenly -

I blink, shocked, as I sees that Kent's face is no longer inches from my own -

I turn, looking towards the door just in time to see Kent move through it, slamming it behind him.

Wha-

I blink again, sitting up on my knees and resting my b**t on my heels as I looks around at the empty room. What the hell just happened?

Upstairs, Kent storms through the kitchen, then out the door into the hallway, where Daniel is waiting, his face angry.

"Dad," he says, falling into stride with him. "You've crossed a line here - taking Fay into the basement - she is my -"

"Go and get her, if she's yours," Kent snarls, throwing the handcuff keys onto the hallway floor at Daniel's feet and storming beyond him into his office. Then, before anyone can follow him, Kent slams the door shut and deftly twists the lock. Then, safely inside, he lets out the bellow of rage that he's been holding in - his hands in fists at his sides, his face turned up at the ceiling.

God damnit - he thinks, finishing his yell, turning and hurling himself towards his desk and into his chair. God damnit that f*****g girl - The images run through his head -

His thumb in her mouth, sliding over her tongue -

The delicious, shocked expression on her face and then, the way her eyelids had fallen half shut, as she had let him push it in deeper - God. Damnit.

Kent pounds his fist once on his desk, the sound echoing throughout the room as he grits his teeth and closing his eyes.

But no matter how hard he tries, he can't stop the memories -

The sight of her kneeling for him on the ground, panting, waiting -

The sweet yelp that she made, her whole body tensing as he just flicked her a*s with the whip -

God, he'd been instantly hard when he heard that noise - had felt, finally, like he could control her again - But then.

Fucking then. When she had said no.

He had just lost it. Lost complete control - gone to his knees in front of her and she had laughed at him.

Kent pictures her face in that moment - her beautiful face, with her red curls spilling around her cheeks, as she had smirked at him and not begged, but demanded that he hit her again.

God damnit. He had almost truly lost it then - almost...

Instead, he'd gotten out of the room.

But now, in the privacy of his office, pissed at himself for losing control, horrified that it was at her hands - this girl - this nothing -

He lets him think about what he would have done - what he almost did - if he'd stayed just two more seconds down there.

Grabbed her by that red hair, pulled her to him, crushed her face to his own, panted into her mouth as he ripped the shirt from her body, grasped her small, firm breast in his palm, pulled her on top of him - Made her moan, made her beg-

Fuck, Kent thinks, grinding his teeth against his desire, but he can't help it. Instead, he gives in, swiftly unbuckling his belt, the top button of his pants, thrusting his hand inside. "Fay?"

Her head swivels towards the door as it pushes open slightly, a dark head peeking from behind it.

"Hi, Daniel," she says with a little smile. She's sitting cross-legged on the ground now, her hands still locked to the floor with the chain and padlock.

Daniel frowns at her, stepping inside. "You seem...shockingly okay," he says.

She gives him a little shrug. She's been down here alone for about ten minutes now. Actually, she'd been getting kind of bored. "No real harm done," she says.

Daniel comes over to her, kneeling on the ground in front of her and producing a key from his pocket. She wonders, passively, where he got it, but then shrugs, realizing that it doesn't matter.

"It's just," Daniel says as he works. "I've seen people after my Dad...teaches them a lesson. And you're just sitting here, kind of...peaceful? When he is flying around upstairs all pissed off?" Daniel pauses for a moment and studies her. "What did you do to him?"

Fay shrugs, giving nothing away. Daniel just sighs and finishes unlocking the cuffs, setting her free. Fay stands, rubbing her wrists - which really are sore - and looking around. "What did he do to you?" Daniel asks, slipping his hands into his pockets and standing as well.

Fay shrugs again, glancing at the whip on the floor.

Daniel's eyes widen as he sees the direction of her gaze. "Wait, did he whip you?"

She meets his eyes and gives him a little smile. "Not hard," she says, truthfully. She barely feels it now. "I think he was just trying to scare me a little."

Daniel looks at her, aghast, but Fay's smile just widens. "Do you want to go upstairs?" she asks.

Daniel just nods slowly and gestures towards the door. Fay accepts the invitation, walking out of the room and down the hallway ahead of him.

"Actually," she says over her shoulder. "Do you want to get something to eat and bring it up to my room? I could use a snack."

Daniel says nothing, just stares at her as he follows her up the stairs.