Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 71

The room is...well, it's incredibly chic, as far as s*x 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 s*x 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 s*x - 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."

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 a*s 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 s*x 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. F**k.

"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."