Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Dad
Chapter 72

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 a*s 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 a*s 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.

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 c**k 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 f*****g 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 f*****g sexy - every f*****g 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 f*****g 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.

Stop, an inner voice says inside of him. It's not how this should be -

But he silences it, pushing himself forward. He moves his hand from Fay's hip back to her inner thigh, this time moving more swiftly, running his fingers across the soaked crotch of her panties. Kent grits his teeth and presses his eyes shut against the almost unbearable sound of the moan she makes, his own body starting to tremble now against the restraint he's practicing.

Kent repeats the movement, dragging his finger across her, and then - unable to stop himself - he slips that finger behind the fabric of her panties and traces the slick, agonizingly soft folds of her. She gasps, giving a little cry of pleasure and shock and fear, and slowly, his eyes closed, his breath coming short, Kent begins to press two fingers inside of her. "Stop," she breathes, and Kent freezes, his eyes flying open.

As her word brings him back to himself, Kent is overwhelmed, quite suddenly, with guilt. He pulls his hand away from her and steps away, instantly obeying her command.

"Please," she says, her voice tormentingly soft and delicate as she stands up straighter, looking over her shoulder at him with tears -

His heart and stomach wrench as he sees the tears in her eyes.

"Please," she says again, shaking her head, so vulnerable before him. "I'm...I'm a virgin, Kent," she reminds him. "I can't...like this..."

And then her lip begins to tremble and it's a knife in his gut. God, he could just hurl himself from a window right now - maybe should, for what he pushed this girl to this perfect angel of a girl -

But Kent doesn't let Fay see any of this. Instead, he just nods once and moves instantly forward, reaching up to release her wrist from the leather cuff. As he does, the weight of her other arm pulls the cuff through the ring so that she's free of the restraint. Kent steps away from Fay and watches her shakily unbuckle the clasp on her other wrist.

When she's free, she lets the cuffs and their attaching chain fall to the ground. Then she looks up at him with her beautiful doe eyes, her hair spilling around her like silk, her knees knocked together in awkward shame.

"I'm I'm sorry -" she starts.

"No," he interrupts, his voice loud and harsh, making her jump. Inwardly, he cringes at this as well. God, what the fuck was wrong with him? He presses his eyes shut tightly for just a moment, working hard to control himself, and then looks at her evenly. "You've done nothing wrong, Fay," he says. "Just go to your room."

She hesitates, but he glares at her, hard.

So she just gives a little nod and strides quickly away, passing through the door and shutting it behind her in an blink.

The moment she's gone, Kent lets himself sink to the floor, a sudden, familiar ache building in his chest, his body going weak as the pain transforms him.

He knows what it is, this old friend of a feeling. Guilt, pain, horror, anxiety - they all mix together, the perfect cocktail to kindle the panic attack that grips his body now.

And he holds on to the pain, letting it race through him, hoping, a little, that it takes him out completely for what he just did to that girl. What he forced her to, all for the sake of his pride.

He knows he deserves every bit of this, and so he welcomes the pain, submitting to it entirely.